Getting Personal

Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds. I do own the original chars in this fic though.

A/N: Thank you to all the people who are still reading and reviewing this story!! You are all wonderful and Dr Matty…thanks so much for all the food!!! And thank you 101Spacemonkey for being so evil…you are my role model!!!

Reid awoke in a lump on the floor. He was still wearing the orange clothes he had been given at the station, but his rubber shoes had been removed. It was pitch black. He carefully felt around himself. The floor seemed to be made of stone of some kind. He crawled slowly and carefully until he reached a wall. It was damp and cold and make of brick. It seemed to be curved. Slowly he started to stand up, but realised that his ribs hurt too much so he stayed on his hands and knees and crawled along following the curve of the brick wall. It was very obviously a circle, and not a very large one at that. He estimated that the whole room was less than eight foot across.

There was no door. There were no windows. It felt like he was in a deep man made pit or maybe a well. He found a bottle of what was probably water, but not being able to see anything he decided not to drink it. Yet. He sat down and pulled his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around his legs and rested his forehead on his knees and rocked gently.

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Garcia searched her babies and found as much info on Eddie Volondo as she could. He was married and he had two daughters. They had been on vacation in Maine for the past month. He was an insurance salesman, aged 32, born in Washington DC, but now living in Virginia. It seemed the family moved around a lot. They had a few debts but nothing outstanding. Volondo had no criminal record, not even a parking ticket. Just how he came to be able to walk out of a police station with a prisoner and no one ask any questions was the puzzler. Why he had done it was also a question they needed answered. Where his family were right now was unknown, but they were not at home, and the children had not returned to school after the summer vacations.

JJ had something extra to add. The mutilated corpse of Eddie Volondo had been found. Some body parts had been removed. Not totally carefully. More like ripped off. Internal organs were missing. The face had been more or less left alone except for the lack of eyes and teeth. It was also noted during autopsy that some major brain surgery had taken place via the ears and nose. The last person this man had been seen alive with was obviously Reid. Reid who was still suspected of killing a mail man with a hammer. Reid who the authorities had proof was suffering from severe mental health problems. Reid who's DNA was found at the scene. Reid who had left bits of himself behind under the victims fingernails. Reid who was missing.

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Floyd sat and looked at the bits around him. He smiled. Things were coming together quicker this time round. He had harvested some good stuff and that Roach girl had had lovely hair. He always liked blondes. That JJ and Penelope had good hair. But the risk of taking them was too high. He knew they were looking for him and looking for Spencer. He smiled and brushed gently at what had once been the Roach girls long yellow hair.

"You will just love this one Spence. I know you adore blondes."

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The car was located.

Gideon, Hotch, Morgan, and Prentiss went to check out the scene. It had been abandoned at the side of a small side road. Dark green average looking car. Nothing to make it stand out from the crowd until you looked inside. It was obvious something bad had happened. The passenger side window had a small smear of blood on it. It looked like someone had hit their head on it. Very hard. The driver side windscreen was covered in a spray of blood, and more blood had pooled in the drivers well. The blood loss had obviously been fatal, but the driver's body had been found twenty miles away from here. A full set of teeth were found on the back seat of the car along with more blood. A lot more blood and bloodied hand and finger prints.

The CSU were all over the car, taking samples and getting prints. The team didn't know what to think anymore. They knew Reid hadn't done this. They knew he was the eternal victim in this. What they couldn't figure out was why. Why would this man keep taking Reid, screwing his brain around then let them take him back again? What did this man have planned? What were his motives? How was he getting so many people involved in this so quickly? He seemed to be everywhere at the same time, yet nowhere. What had he done with Reid this time? And what about the princess?

The trunk of the car was popped open. The smell that hit them was only too familiar. Fear gripped Hotch's stomach as he leaned over to see what they had found now. He was expecting to find Reid there, bound and dead. What he saw was a macabre mix of different body parts. They were different sizes and skin colours. They were in different stages of decomposition. They could immediately pick out the hands and feet and limbs. Some bits had been carefully wrapped in plastic. Yet more, on investigation were dumped in bin bags. They found no heads or torsos. The fingers had been damaged in a way so as not to get finger prints.

If any of these bits belonged to Reid, it was going to take a while to find out. It was also noted that most of the limbs had a good part of the skin removed. They moved back and let the CSU do their gristly job of collecting the bits and sorting them back at the lab.

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Something fell on the floor next to Reid, and a voice called from above him. "Eat something."

Reid turned his head to look at where the voice was coming from. Hoping for some light but there was none. He reached out carefully to see what had fallen next to him, and found something warm and wet. He picked it up and lifted it carefully to his nose. A huge chunk of raw meat. His stomach screamed with hunger. His brain just screamed. He hurled the thing away from him self and he heard it hit the wall with a friendly splat. He quickly rubbed his sticky hands on the legs of his jump suit.

"Have it your own way Spencer." And the voice was gone and Spencer was alone again holding himself together because he was not his mother. He could survive this. This was nothing, just a bit of light deprivation and hunger and thirst and the constant pains where his cracked ribs hurt, and so he started to recite Proust and imagined being safe with his mum at a time when they both had sane minds.

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If you are a member of the FBI all your details are automatically on every data base. Finger prints, blood type, DNA etc. So when the lab processed the prints they were quick, very quick in fact, on arriving at the point where they called Hotch. The supervisor went over to the BAU to talk about the results.

Gideon, Hotch and the CSU bloke sat in Hotch's office. They looked unhappy. They looked scared.

"OK. Fingerprints came back as Dr Reid's and an unknown. The hand prints where Reid's. The Blood on the passenger window was Reid's. The blood on the driver side belonged to Eddie Volondo. The Teeth belonged to Eddie Volondo. The blood on the back seat was a mixture. Animal blood, dog, Reid and an unknown male."

He looked up at the two agents who were looking back at him waiting for the miracle of good results for Reid. Just once. Something good for Reid. Something to give them all some hope that they could get their boy back safely.

"Body parts in the trunk. We found Volondo's children, erm..parts of Volondo's children. We found his wife's scalp. There was a container. A container of blood. About a pint. Reid's blood. Traces of saliva around the rim. It looks like someone had been – erm – drinking it but the tests on the saliva came back inconclusive. It wasn't Reid's. We know that much."

Was that the only good news they were going to get? Reid hadn't been drinking his own blood. Wonderful. They can all relax now!

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