as sad as it seems, i dont think the story has much longer to go. harolds trial is coming up and i do believe it will end shortly after that. im going to miss this story a lot when it finally ends. what do you guys want to happen to harold? i have a few ideas, but nothing is solid it. i wanna know what u guys think. after this chapter, i think im more scared of jude than harold though haha. jude has some SERIOUS problems. i still like markus best too though. and susan too. susan is coming back the next chapter. so im stop talking now so u guys can read this chapter =)

Harold sat alone in his cell. He had never been so lonely his entire life. He was used to splendid parties on weekends, and constant visitors to his estate during the weekdays. Even on dull days, he still had the constant company of his staff. He wasn't used to having no one to speak with, and it was killing him inside. What was happening beyond these bars? Was it raining outside? Was Timothy getting fed? Did the young doctor wake up yet? Oh, how he missed Reid. He would give anything to see him again. He was sure that Reid missed him as well. Whenever he was offered his one phone call, he would use it to call his young friend. Jude and Nicole did seem like very promising young people, but he wasn't interested in knowing them.

How would Harold get out of there? He stood up, and walked to the bars of his cell room. They were cold to the touch, and Harold wasn't big enough to force the heavy door open on his own. He would need help. He didn't want to be there anymore. The other inmates smelled terribly, and they never had anything nice to say. He refused to talk to any of them. He tried to be polite when he first got there, but he was past that point. There were many more words used in the English language than curse words, but the poor slobs didn't seem to understand that. They really were a waste of humanity. Other countries despised the United States simply because they thought that all Americans were like the poor souls locked away in jail or party animals like the Hiltons. Harold was glad that he was educated. He would never end up like that. He was drunk a few times in his youth, like most young men are, but he was never drowning his head in toilets the morning after. He was more dignified than that.

Harold sat back on his bench when he heard someone walking his way. He was too angry to talk to anyone else. The only view given to him was a dirty toilet than was a few feet away from his bed. It was disgusting. He wasn't even given a door. He had managed to hold himself for the time that he had been there so far, and he would continue holding it rather than expose himself to the guards and prisoners. What kind of person did they think he was? He would rather go in his pants than let everyone see him like that. He was going to have to speak to his lawyer about this problem next time he saw him. He needed better living conditions. He wasn't even able to get a good night's sleep in this cell. He needed to go home.

"So how many people you kill?"

Harold didn't even look in the direction of the voice. He hated everything about this place including the voice. He missed Reid.

"Come on, you can tell me!"

Harold kept facing forward, and tried to imagine a lovely painting on the opposite wall. The imaginary drawing brought him some comfort.

"What do you think?" Harold calmly asked back.

"You did, didn't you? I knew it!" the excited voice exclaimed. "You are a sick bastard!"

"My parents were both married when I was born. The wedding probably cost more money than you have ever seen in your life," Harold replied. This man he was speaking to wasn't upsetting him, but Harold really wished he would go away. He wanted to be alone.

"Yeah, well at least I'm a real man. You're an idiot, kinda like that guy from that TV show. Remember? That one jerk really wants to kill the kid, but the kid always gets away. The one person you wanted to kill is doing just fine I heard," the voice bragged.

"I never wanted to kill anyone," Harold said. That was a small lie. Harold did want his parents to die at times, and he did trip his brother on purpose. Harold knew that he needed to go to confession. He would have to find time for that whenever he got out.

"Course you didn't. That guy just accidentally got cut in half. Right? That's what you're goin say in court?"

"Don't you have someplace to be? I'm sure that your fellow officers need help controlling the unruly crowd that I hear from outside. It is nothing more than selfishness from your part to allow them to face the protestors on their own. Don't you agree?" Harold despised people who only thought of themselves.

"I'd be so freakin surprised if they didn't give you the death penalty. That's what you deserve. What kind of sick bastard could attack a 19 year old girl?"

Why did this man have to continue talking? Harold didn't initiate the conversation. He didn't even want to contribute to it, but this guy kept pushing him and pushing him. Harold slowly stood up, and turned to face the man. The ignorant man seemed to be in 30s with a strong build and green eyes. He wasn't bad looking, and Harold was sure that they could have been friends if it hadn't been for his rude remarks.

"Do tell me, kind sir, didn't your mother ever teach you to keep your mouth shut when you have nothing pleasant to say?" Harold coldly smiled at the stranger, and walked up to him. Only the hideous bars separated them, and Harold loved watching the nervous twitch in the man's eyes.

"My mom taught me how to treat regular people, not people who like to hurt kids."

"Oh, dear sir, I have never hurt a child. I love children," Harold said truthfully. "Children have an innocence about them that most lose during puberty. Children can see beauty in all things, and I have never met a child I didn't like. I cannot say that for adults."

"That teenage girl was still a kid," he weakly said as a comeback. "She was still going to school and you cut off her tongue."

Harold thought back. What teenage girl did he kill? He couldn't really remember. He was sure that her name would come to him if he look back in his rooms, but it was difficult thinking when a man who smelled like pickles was breathing down his face. He thought back to the dark agent cursing on his wall, and of the cream colored skin of young Agent Reid. That's when it came to him.

"Samantha you mean?"

"You murdered everyone who came into your house," he replied. "I hope that the crowds break in here. You should be begging mercy from them. A lot of them are family members of the poor people you killed, and you don't seem to care at all."

"Why must you talk to me like that? What have I done to you?"

"One of the women you killed was my little sister you fucker!" the man shouted.

Harold hated foul language. He hated it almost as much as he hated newer films and caviar. He grabbed the cop's hair as tight as he could, and he pulled the cop close to his face. The man cried out from the force of Harold's hand, and Harold licked the frightened man across his cheek. The salty skin was a welcomed new flavor from the bland food they had been feeding him. Harold watched with mild curiosity as the cop struggled to get his gun, but Harold was in control. He pulled at the cop's ear lobe with his other hand, and smiled from the rush he was getting.

"Help!" he cried out. Harold never wanted to let go. He could have kept doing this all day long, but he did miss Reid. He wanted Reid back.

A few moments passed before several officers came, and forced Harold's hands off of the struggling cop. Harold didn't step back when the other officers stared at him. In fact, he smiled at them. He had to remember his manners.

"Are you hurt? What did he do to you?" one of the others asked.

"He grabbed me," the first man said. He was rubbing his head where Harold grabbed him. Harold imagined that it probably hurt. "I'm fine though." Harold winked at the man when he looked his way.

"You shouldn't be back here alone," one of the others said. "We should call the agents. They should know."

Harold suddenly became more alert. The mention of the agents sent his heart racing.

"Please tell Agent Reid that I am thinking of him," Harold called out. He hated interrupting conversations, but he missed Reid terribly. "Tell the boy that I would like to see him again."


Hotch sat down across from James after getting his coffee. He wasn't hungry at all, and it almost nauseated him when he saw that James was eating a scone. Prentiss had fallen behind them with a phone call, but Hotch knew where she was at. He was going to make sure he knew where all of his agents were at all times. James took a big bite out of his scone, and wiped his face right away to catch any stray crumbs. Hotch wasn't angry at this man. He did know where James was coming from. Most lawyers dream of getting a case with this much publicity, but there was no way that James could possibly when this case.

"Have you seen Harold's house yet?" Hotch asked.

"No, I was planning on stopping by there later today actually. I know how large it is," James said taking another bite. "I've been to his parents house, and you wouldn't believe the entry way."

"I've been to Harold's house," Hotch said. He could still smell the retched air from that room that Morgan and Reid had to live in. That smell still made him sick to his stomach.

"Why aren't you eating? I thought you'd be hungry too," James said.

"Do you know about the tapes?" Hotch asked. Those tapes would be devastating to anyone trying to defend Harold.

"What tapes?" James asked. James put his scone down, and looked directly at Hotch. Hotch hated being the one to tell James about the tapes, but he had a right to know. He knew that Harold's parents wouldn't have told James, and Harold didn't care enough to help James out.

"Harold taped what he did to every single one of his victims," Hotch said. "Some of the tapes are over 10 years old. I haven't watched all of them yet, but he didn't leave anybody out."

"What exactly are on those tapes?"

Hotch sipped his coffee, and glanced over to see where Prentiss was. She was still on the phone, but she was walking their way.

"Harold has every room of his house on video camera," Hotch explained. "Along with the pictures he sent to us, there are several tapes of what that man did to my agents. Nothing was left out, and most of my team can't watch them because of how graphic they are. I've only watched part of one, and it clearly shows my agents were being held against their will."

James sipped his coffee, but didn't look at Prentiss when she pulled up a chair beside them. Hotch noticed that she had something on her mind, but he would bring that up later. She didn't even get a coffee that she wanted so bad.

"So these tapes show him attacking the victims?"

"These tapes show everything," Hotch said firmly. "The morning after he abducted two of my agents, he tried to drown one of them. The tapes aren't blurry, and you can't argue what the content of the tapes are."

James sighed, and pushed the rest of his scone away. Hotch was sure that the news of the video tapes ruined his day, but he really did have a right to know what kind of man he was defending.

"These tapes are at the station?"

"Yes," Hotch said. "All of them were removed from Harold's house after he was arrested. I was going to finish watching one of the tapes today, and you are welcome to come." Hotch was going to make himself watch every agonizing second of what Morgan and Reid went through. They were his family, and he still blamed himself every day for what happened. Watching the tapes would help him understand more of what they went through. The doctor could tell him every detail of their injuries, but it wouldn't become real until Hotch watched it himself.

James looked at his phone, and then back up at Prentiss and Hotch. He didn't look happy.

"It will have to be in a few hours," James finally said. "I'm supposed to be at Harold's house in about an hour, and his parents keep wanting to talk with me. I just hope that his mother doesn't do something stupid by talking to the media. Why are you helping me?"

Hotch felt Prentiss look at him, but Hotch didn't really know why he was helping James. He guessed it was because he worked in law himself, and he knew what it was like. He knew the stress of that job was overbearing at times, and that it could drive a person who wasn't used to living in the fast lane completely nuts.

"Would you rather I not?" Hotch asked.

"I appreciate your help," James said quickly. He stood up, and smiled at Prentiss. "I have some stuff to look at before I go to Harold's house, but I really am grateful for your help. I can meet you back at the station in about three hours if that's alright with you."

"That sounds fine," Hotch said. He hoped he would be free in three hours, but he didn't even know that much. He silently prayed that the news that Prentiss got from her phone call was good news. He couldn't bear much more grief.

"Thank you," James said. "Nice meeting both of you." James waved his hand as he walked back towards the station. Hotch didn't look away until he was out of sight.

"Who called?" Hotch asked Prentiss.

"It was Garcia. She just told me that Morgan's family stopped by the hospital, and that Reid woke up again but it wasn't for long," Prentiss replied. "Reid isn't doing too well, is he?"

"He's been through a lot," Hotch said. He stood up, and tried to appreciate the cool breeze in his face, but it was hard to appreciate anything when two of his best agents were almost killed. "I know about Morgan's family though. I helped sneak them in through the back."

Prentiss laughed.

"That's a good idea. I'm sure the reporters would have attacked them if they could," Prentiss said with a smile on her face. "Those people do need lives. I noticed something else back at the station."

"What?"

"Harold has a mini fan club growing outside," Prentiss started. "It seems to be getting bigger every time we are over there. It's almost like Charlie Manson."

Hotch noticed the idiot supporters outside the jail, but he never thought twice about them. Every serial killer will have their own group following every move they make. He still heard stories about men who murdered their own wives were getting love letters from women in the mail.

"I'm not surprised," Hotch said.

"Neither am I, but do you think these supporters could get dangerous? There was a guy at the station, and I think he might have been one of them."

"How do you know?" Hotch didn't like hearing about this. He had enough to concentrate on with Harold and his parents. He didn't want to add loopy followers on top of it.

"He was just looking at me strange, and he had an attitude about him," Prentiss said. "I'm worried now though. If they can sneak their way into the jail, what's stopping them from getting in the hospital? I don't want to overreact or anything, but I don't want any of those people near Morgan or Reid. I already told Garcia to be on the lookout."

"How old did he look?"

"I'd say 20s," Prentiss said thinking back. "Just looking at him creeped me out. I don't know if he was a Harold groupie or not, but I think it's something we need to watch out for."

Hotch didn't say anything. There was nothing to say. Hotch should have known that Harold would get a fan club the second they posted his picture on the news. He was glad that Prentiss noticed. Hotch was too concentrated on bringing Harold down that he forgot to look around him. He needed to bring Harold down and continue keeping his team safe from the monsters all around them.


Doctor Meyer was just checking his rounds when one of his nurses came up to him. He was going through so much already, and he hated to be bothered. He had other patients to work on, not including the two agents, and he hated having to deal with the reporters all day long. They were still managing to sneak inside his hospital, and if he ended up locking one of them in the basement, he wasn't going to be held responsible.

"Meyer?" Vivien asked. Vivien was one of the nurses in charge of Agent Reid, and Meyer did like her. She wasn't snobby or rude like several of the other nurses working the day shift. Vivien did like her job, and he knew that she wanted to be a doctor someday.

"Yes Vivien?" Meyer didn't look up from his paperwork. He still had many patients to check on, and a surgery was scheduled at the end of the day. His work never ended.

"Agent Reid woke up a few minutes ago. He is with some of his team, but I thought it'd be a good idea now to talk to him if you wanted," she said. "He looks exhausted, and I don't think he'll be able to stay awake much longer."

"Of course," Meyer said. He was surprised that Reid was awake at all. Most trauma patients slept for days before even opening their eyes. Meyer wasn't sure that he even wanted the young agent to be awake. He needed sleep more than anything right now. "I'm on my way."

Meyer walked to Agent Reid's room without another word to Vivien. He was sure that she had work to do, and he needed to catch Reid before he fell back asleep. He was almost excited to meet this small celebrity that he had been watching on television since he got here. He was used to meeting and talking to his patients the day they came in. He didn't get many patients that were in such bad condition as Agent Reid or Agent Morgan. He liked talking to people, and he loved helping them. That's why he became a doctor in the first place.

He stood outside the slightly open door, and listened to the excited voices coming from inside. He heard at least two women talking, and one of them seemed to be asking a thousand questions a second. Meyer hated having to interrupt the conversation, but they needed to take it slower with the recovering agent. He still had a lot of healing to do.

"Do you really like the stuffed animals then? I wasn't sure which ones to get, but I didn't want to get you the same ones that I got Morgan. I think Morgan really likes his and I know that stuffed animals make me smile so I was hoping that they would make you smile too," one of the blondes said in one breath.

When Meyer walked in, everyone got quiet. The other blonde turned in her chair, and an older agent by the window looked away from Reid. Meyer had to smile when he saw the talking blonde actually demonstrating the cuddliness of one of the little animals. He liked her right away. She reminded him of one of her daughters. The thing was, his daughters were both under 10 years old. That made him laugh inside.

"How are you doing this afternoon Agent Reid?" Meyer asked. He circled around the bed so he could get a good look at the young man on the bed. "My name is Doctor Meyer, and I am the one who will be taking care of you."

"I'm alright," Reid weakly replied. Meyer could barely hear his voice, but he expected that. Meyer checked his vitals, and then looked back at the chart. Reid's blood pressure was a little low, but that could be taken care of. What he didn't like was that Reid was on the lowest amount of pain medication that could be given. Meyer at first thought that this kid was stronger than normal people because of his extensive training, but that couldn't be right. He got a case a few years ago of an agent who had one of his toes blown off. That agent was screaming the entire night, and Agent Reid had suffered much more than a missing toe.

"You don't hurt anywhere?" Meyer asked eyeing Reid. The color hadn't come back in Reid's face, but he was looking less dead. Meyer wasn't even convinced that Reid would survive the night they brought him in so he was still mildly surprised that Reid was still alive. Meyer noted that his broken arm was still being held up, and that Reid was positioned on his side to help his back heal. Meyer did want to go through and make sure that none of the wounds were infected. It was going to be a task to make sure that all of them healed properly, and he was probably going to have to call Vivien back to help him check. Infection was one of Reid's biggest threats still.

"I'm just really tired," Reid said slowly.

Meyer wanted to argue with the kid. Why didn't he want more pain medication? He had to be going through agony with his ripped up back, and the broken tissue in his rectum. He wouldn't be able to use the bathroom normally for quite a while, and Reid was trying to convince him that he felt fine. Was he trying to impress the other agents or something? Meyer walked up to the kid in the bed, and looked over the bandages without touching them.

"I'm just making sure that everything looks alright," Meyer explained. He heard Reid hold his breath when Meyer moved around the hospital gown so he could look at his back. The other agent didn't like being touched either. Meyer tried to be as gentle as possible as he looked at the bandages covering the agent's back. A small amount of blood had seeped through, but they were still tied firmly around his body. Meyer wrote down in his notes that the bandages would need to be changed soon, but he wanted to put it off for as long as possible. He didn't want to scare the kid anymore either. He knew that he could only imagine what Reid went through, and that was probably nowhere near the truth. He just wanted Reid to sleep more before he put the agent through anything else. He needed his strength.


Nikki walked all the way back home, and didn't say a word to her mother as she walked upstairs to her room. Her mom smelled like alcohol which still broke Nikki's heart. Her mother needed to stop drinking. Nikki heard voices coming from her room, and she swore her heart stopped when she heard Jude's voice. Why did her mother continue letting her friends in when she wasn't even home? Nikki opened her door, and saw that her small group had grown. There was barely place to walk in her room, but she stayed quiet. Jude was talking, and she knew better than to interrupt him. She found a spot free on her twin size bed, and sat down to listen to Jude.

"The plan is to take down one of the federal agents. It's their fault that Harold Caldwell, an innocent man who loves children, is locked up. It's upon us now to save his life. I was given the names of the agents working the case against Harold," Jude said. "These are the ones who are condemning an innocent man. They want his blood on their hands, but we won't let that happen. They will stop hurting him if we attack one of their own."

Nikki heard murmurs of agreement from the kids in the crowd, and Nikki felt miserable. Something bad did happen to those agents. The government wasn't making this up. She didn't know if Harold was the one who did that, but there was something mentally wrong with that man. She was able to see it more after getting over her obsession with him. He was a very sick man. As much as she hated to admit it, he probably was guilty of killing all those people.

"I've narrowed down our target to the female agents. They are probably weaker than the males, and they will be easier to get to. All of you will need to write down their names for future reference," Jude preached. "Agent Jareau is the one that you guys see on all the news broadcasts. She's a little blonde who looks like a Barbie doll. It'd probably be too easy to take her down. I found out that Agent Garcia is another blonde lady, but I don't know much about that one. If you want, take it into your own hands to track her down. I had the pleasure of meeting Agent Prentiss today. She will be my target. She has almost black hair, and she's skinny."

"You won't be able to get her," Nikki mumbled. She bit the inside of her cheek the second she realized she said that out loud. She felt the other staring at her, and she could have punched herself for being so stupid. Jude looked down at her, and formed a fist with his hand.

"What did you say Nikki?"

"At the hospital today, I got to see one of the hurt agents. He's a really sweet guy, and I know that he didn't do this to himself. He was really hurt Jude. He could barely talk," Nikki said quickly. Maybe Jude would just let her go. She couldn't do this anymore.

"You've been brainwashed Nikki," Jude said.

"What? No!" Nikki shouted.

"Young Nikki was brainwashed by the evil working for the government, the evil making the laws of this country, and they tricked her," Jude continued.

"No! I met them, but they barely talked to me. Agent Garcia wanted me to help her decorate the hospital room with stuffed animals, and Agent Jareau looked like she was about to cry. It was really sad. I don't think we should try to hurt one of them."

"Are you trying to back out of our group?" Jude asked.

Nikki looked around at the others, and she suddenly felt scared. She barely knew any of these people, and all of them looked completely serious about attacking the FBI. None of these kids were much older than her. Did they really think they could get away with this?

"Yes," Nikki said quietly. She wanted all of these people out of her house.

"You can't just get up and leave," Jude threatened. "All of us are sticking together. Do you really think we can risk you telling everyone? You want ruin Harold's life along with ours?"

"I won't tell," Nikki promised. She felt her heart pounding when Jude walked up to her.

"Of course you won't tell," Jude whispered. "Do you really want to know what we'll do to you if you try to leave?"

Nikki shook her head, but didn't make eye contact. She should never have told him that she wanted out. That was mistake. Humanity was so far advanced and yet, no one had created a time machine. She needed that more than anyone else in the world she imagined. She would never have met Jude in the first place.

"You don't want to know what we'll do it you if you try to leave, but you're not going to leave anyway. Are you?"

Nikki pathetically shook her head again, and kept biting the inside of her cheek. It calmed her down when she was nervous. Jude patted her on the head, and went back to his speech.

"I am planning the attack on Agent Prentiss. Like I said, she's a skinny bitch who deserves to be taken down a notch. Women need to put back in their place. I don't want someone like that bossing me around, and she was acting like she was king in that pig station," Jude said.

"What are we goin do to her?" one of the kids asked.

"That's where you guys come in. I want your input," Jude said smiling. "All Harold really needs is a distraction. If the pigs think that the serial killer is still out there, they will leave Harold alone. Do you think we should kill her?"

Nikki stayed quiet. She didn't really like Agent Prentiss, but she couldn't really blame the woman for attacking her. Nikki didn't know what Agent Reid looked like then. She probably would have been attacking people too if one of her friends ended up like that. Nikki didn't want Agent Prentiss to get hurt.

"Is she hot?" another one of the boys asked.

"To each his own," Jude replied. "I never liked pigs, but she wasn't bad."

"If we don't kill her, she could get us in jail," Ashley complained. "We need to kill the bitch if we attack her. I don't want to end up in prison cuzza her."

"Point taken," Jude said. He was drawing a picture on Nikki's white board, but Nikki still couldn't believe how the other kids were hanging on his every word. They were all nuts.

"How are we going to get her alone?"

Nikki watched Jude draw a disturbing image of Prentiss with blood on her chest. Nikki looked away. She couldn't believe this was really happening.

"She's not going to be hanging around her little friends 24/7. We just gotta find her when she's alone. Shouldn't be too hard," Jude said as he finished his little drawing. "Just one little bullet to the chest should do it."

"Don't we want to make it look like the other unsolved murders?" another kid brought up. "None of them were shot. I heard one of them even got their tongue removed!"

"You're right," Jude said. "We will need to match it up."

"Hey, can we make it look like the Black Dahlia murder? That one was never solved, and that girl was cut all the way in half. Can we do that?"

"And all of the victims were raped too! You said she's hot?"

Nikki had to bite her tongue to keep from laughing. These guys really were idiots. Not only did they want to rape a federal agent, they wanted to cut her in half as well. Most of these kids were still in high school. In fact, some of them were in her classes. This would be interesting for sure.

"We need to plan this out though," Jude said. "I'm not going to make any mistakes. We need to plan this out step by step, and Nikki?" Nikki glanced at him, and tried not to start laughing again. "You're with me every second."

and thus ends chapter 43. who else is super freaked out by jude though? hes not the smartest tool in the shed but he is dangerous. like i think id rather meet harold than jude. i dont think im harolds type anyway cuz im a girl hahaha. poor nikki and poor poor james. its going to totally SUCK 4 him when he has to watch those tapes. i think id just quit while i was ahead. so how 2 get reviews this time? um, me singing like the bunny to his carrot: ill do anything 4 u. theres nothing i wouldnt do. with you, i always want 2. la la la la la la la la la la la la la lah. ya, ill stop. im not as cute as the bunny and his carrot...but if u guys review, ill update faster! yay!