When the loud music stopped Spencer almost cried with relief. His ears were ringing and his head ached so badly he could hardly hold it up right. Then the lights went out. He panicked again. "What now?" He thought, his breath coming in gasps as he fought not to hyperventilate. He heard a door open somewhere in the darkness and then snick closed. For a long moment there was silence.
"W-who are you?" Spencer voice wavered and he cursed himself for his fear.
"Who are you?" The voice echoed.
'W-what do you w-ant with me?"
"What do you want with me?" The voice mocked moving closer to Spencer.
"S-stop it!" Spencer cried
"Stop it!" The voice called in a sing song tone.
Spencer changed tactics. "Is t-that all you know how to do p-play a stupid child's game of m-mimicry?"
A hand come out of the darkness and struck him hard, a backhand across his face. He would have fallen to the floor from the force of the blow had he not still been tied to the chair.
"Don't you ever mock me again; do you hear me Dr Reid? You presume to play your own games with me; you have no idea who you are dealing with."
"Why don't you tell me" Spencer said, his cheek on fire.
He was hit again this time a fist to his abdomen. He cried out, gagging, and trying not to vomit.
"You will speak only when I say, Dr Reid." His hand reached into Spencer's hair and yanked his head back and Spencer felt another prick to his neck and once again he fell into a more profound darkness.
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Back at the BAU the agents were going over everything from the other cases trying to find a link between the victims.
"I want to go see the family and friends of the first victim." Gideon said. The first victim had been a man his name was Walter Stevens. His genitals had been removed after death and had not been found.
"I'd like to go with you" Hotch said.
Steven's mother lived in Georgetown and she was not happy to see them and in fact refused to talk to them till they threatened a search warrant.
"You people are incompetent, my son is killed and just because he was accused of something he couldn't have done, no one even tries to find the monster that killed him." Tears fell down her face. She sat on the couch without offering them a seat and wrapped a throw around her shoulders.
"Mrs. Steven's I'm sorry for your loss but we need your help to catch this person. You said your son was accused of something, do you mean a crime?" Gideon said in his usual calm matter.
"Like you don't know what happened you're the government and even though my baby didn't go to jail his life was ruined and now he is dead. I don't care what anyone says he couldn't have raped and killed that girl. He just couldn't have." she ranted.
"Mrs. Stevens I know you are in pain but could you please-"
"I have said all I am going to say to you people, get out of my house and next time you want to talk to me, bring a warrant." She walked to the door and opened it waiting for them to leave."
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Morgan shut his phone, "That was Hotch they tried to talk to Mrs. Stevens but she wasn't helpful."
"She wasn't helpful the first time we interviewed her and I don't see why they went out the again when the first visit was recorded in the case file." Agent Moreland sneered. He clearly wasn't happy.
"You have a problem, Agent Moreland? Morgan said with a look that the rest of the team knew meant trouble for the other agent.
"Yes as a matter of fact I do, you guys come in here and you take over. We've been working our asses off and you come in here like you are the end all and be all of profiling."
"Enough!" Agent Wilson said her eye's flashing and she reminded Morgan painfully of Elle. "How can we get anything done with you two bickering like a couple of old ladies?"
"Sam-"
"David, I said enough!" He lapsed into morose silence.
"Walter Stevens had a rap sheet a mile long assault, robbery you name it, he'd done time and when Gina Lopez was raped and murdered he was arrested and tried."
"What was the evidence against him?" Morgan asked studiously ignoring Agent Moreland.
"Mostly circumstantial, he got off on a technicality, even thought the murder weapon was found in his apartment along with the victim's blouse he kept as a souvenir. Apparently the search warrant wasn't worded properly and the judge had to let him go." Agent Wilson explained.
"Yeah isn't the justice system perfect, another scum bag out on the street." Agent Moreland said sarcastically. This earned him another glare from Agent Wilson.
"We talked to the family of the Lopez girl, just in case it was a revenge killing and it couldn't have been, her mother is a paraplegic in a wheel chair, her father is dead and her brother James was out of the country during the whole fiasco. He returned after Steven's had been released, but was killed in a car crash on his way in from the airport."
"What about the other victims, why were they chosen. Do we have any links between them?" Morgan asked.
"Honestly, we have been through everything and we can't link them." Agent Wilson said with some frustration.
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The man watched his monitors, the infrared sensors picking out Reid quite nicely. He was enjoying this one; he was stronger than he looked. The man had been concerned at first, planning the abduction of a federal agent, but it had been much easier than he had expected. In the end it didn't matter what his victims did for a living or who they associated with, they were all alike. They were sinners that had to be punished and he was the hand of vengeance for God. All of them had confessed their sins and so would this young man, and he would beg for forgiveness as they all had, eventually.