Also if you didn't notice I am ignoring the glasses. I hope if I don't write about them or mention them in any way maybe the powers that be will get rid of them.
Reid woke up to pain; it was his whole world, so much so that he didn't realize at first that his bonds were gone. He was lying on his side and was temporarily blinded once more by the intense white light around him. He laid still taking stock of his injuries. At last he decided that moving wouldn't cause more pain then not moving and he sat up slowly his head swimming and his stomach heaving. The chair was gone and the room was empty but for the speakers and cameras mounted on the walls. The walls were white and padded and they looked like the inside of a mental ward at the hospital. For a brief moment he considered that he had finally succumbed to his mother's illness and had been committed. But then his better sense took over and he knew he wasn't crazy, was he? He didn't know what time it was, the unsub had taken his watch, his phone and more importantly his gun. He wondered if hours or days had passed. He wondered if anyone had missed him yet.
The lights went out again and this time he refused to be panicked by it. He knew the monster was there but where would it strike?
"Why do you ignore her Dr Reid?" The voice said with no warning.
"What? He said totally confused, ignore who?"
"Why do you ignore her?" He said again, ignoring Reid's question.
"I don't know what you're talking about"
"Why do you ignore her Dr Reid, answer the question." The voice no longer came from the speakers it was right beside him and he tried not to scream in surprise.
"I don't know what you want me to say."
He was hit hard not a slap this time but a fist to Reid's nose breaking it and sending shock waves of pain through his face and head. Another blow can from the man's feet as he kicked the upper part of Reid left thigh. Reid cried out in agony as the man hit him again a hard blow to his jaw. He fell to the floor from his sitting position and moaned as he grew dizzy from pain. Another kick this time to his side and he passed out from the pain, as the man stood over him.
"You will admit your guilt to me and when you do I will give you death, but not forgiveness or absolution." The man turned and left the room and Spencer alone, he would come back soon and he would teach the young man humility and how to confess his sins and if the agent was a slow learner than so much the better.
It was eleven pm and Hotch had made everyone leave for the evening. They had made little progress and everyone was beginning to snipe at each other especially Morgan and Moreland. They all went their separate ways and not for the first time was Hotch grateful for his family especially Haley. He couldn't wait to get home and hold her and tell her he loved her. If only he could get the image of Reid out of his head. He promised himself that when they found the young agent he would start to give the younger man a larger role in their team and not treat him as just their walking encyclopedia.
Gideon never took his own advice when it came to getting rest, how could he when Reid, who was like his own son was out there, suffering God knows what at the hand of a psychopath. He reviewed the cases for what seemed to be the hundredth time and that's when a pattern emerged for him. All of these people had been accused of a crime and acquitted or they had been guilty of some petty sin. The second victim Alice Swanson had an affair with her boss and was divorced. The unsub had taken organs of her pelvic region just as Jack the Ripper had done to Mary Kelly. The third victim was Victor Pearson, a CPA who had been acquitted of embezzlement. His hands had been cut off. The forth victim was Mary Cannon and she had provided an alibi for her lover that was later proven to be false when the lover was also acquitted. Her tongue was missing. What did the unsub have in mind for Reid and what could the young man have possibly done to be targeted by him?
Agent Wilson pulled into her driveway and laid her head on the steering wheel for awhile. Her head ached with the onset of a migraine and she climbed wearily out of the car and went into the house turning the alarm on behind her. She had spent the last 9 months trying to get inside the unsubs head and with little success beyond the basic profile. Now he had a federal agent and soon it would be a media circus one she didn't want to face. She trudged to her room and tugged off her clothes leaving them where they fell. She pulled on a tee shirt and some sweat pants and went into the bathroom. She took one of her prescription pain killers and walked back to bed. She unzipped her brief case and took out a case file as she got into bed. She paged through it for awhile and when she felt the pull of the medication taking her into sleep she pulled out the picture and ran a finger down the face as if she touched the real thing. The hair was brown longish and pushed carelessly behind the ears, the eyes were brown, with incredibly long eyelashes, the face was that of a man who didn't know he was beautiful, as her eyes closed and the photo fell from her hands she whispered. "Soon, soon"