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Reid hadn't moved in hours he no longer had the will. The pain was terrible and he was terrified of the next encounter. Would it be his last, would the unsub finally kill him and end his torment. The door opened and this time the lights remained on.
"Get up!" The voice commanded.
But he couldn't, just thinking of movement made him want to cry out.
"Get up!" The voice commanded again.
Again Spencer ignored him and that's when the unsub poured a bucket of ice water on him. He jerked involuntarily at the shock and screamed in pain. The man hauled him up to face him and said
"When I tell you to move you will move when I tell you to speak you will speak" he punctuated this with several blows to Spencer torso and face.
His broken nose began to bleed again and he couldn't stand up straight, but he stayed on his feet through sheer force of will. He couldn't take more punches, couldn't lift his arms to defend him self.
"Are you ready to confess?"
"C-confess he said between gasps of breathe, confess what?"
"That you have sinned against God and your mother."
"I don't know what you are talking about!" He swayed on his feet. He should be looking the man in the eye but he didn't have the strength to lift his head.
"You are stubborn Dr Reid, but you will confess, in fact you will beg me for the chance."
He pulled an object out of his pocket pressed it to Spencer's shoulder, and laughed with delight as the young man screamed and collapsed under the charge of the Taser. He watched him convulse and writhe on the floor and felt disgust at the younger man's collapsing will. He had thought he would be the strongest but instead he was like all the others.
Outside the door of a home in an exclusive neighborhood in a suburb of DC, Gideon knocked on the door announcing them as FBI. There was no answer, he knocked and called again and still no answer he nodded to Agent Hansen and with Morgan they busted in the front door, while Agent Wilson and Moreland, with Hotch took down the back door. They cleared the home quickly and found no one. They didn't find a hideaway under the house or in the cellar. Morgan kicked a chair and said.
"Damn it Hotch where is he, did someone tip him off we were coming or does this guy have a sixth sense about us?"
His fear had been at peak level for days and he didn't know what to do with it anymore but he swore to himself that when they found Douglas Jawaroski, he would rip him apart with his bare hands and God help anyone who tried to stop him.
Two hours earlier he had been awakened by a call from Garcia. She had informed him that she had found the only common denominator between the victim's court cases. The same prosecutor had worked on all of them. It was Jaworski. He was a large man six foot three and two hundred pounds. He was handsome and charming with black hair and piercing blue eyes. He had been a legend in the court room, able to charm juries to his side of the issue, especially the women.
He had quit his job in the county prosecutor's office the year before. His mother had died and left him quite a bit of money and he claimed he was burned out on the justice system and how it failed so often to punish the guilty. He was a devout church member. He family had been very close. His sister was married to the man with whom the second victim, Alice Swanson had had the affair. His sister was so distraught at the affair she'd committed suicide.
The director at Quantico had expressed to Gideon that morning that he believed assigning the case to agents at DC head quarters had been a mistake. The hope had been to keep anyone in the FBI who was helping Jaworski out of the loop by not involving the BAU. Gideon also felt someone in the Bureau was helping the killer but who was it, all the staff at DC and Quantico had been interviewed and nothing had been found.
They searched the house and it was clean, no murder weapons or evidence of any kind. Morgan was in the detached garage at the back of the lot.
Morgan spoke in Gideon's earpiece. "Gideon, get out here I've found something you all need to see."
They filed out to the garage where Morgan stood with bolt cutters in his hand standing next to an open freezer.
"I found his trophies, the missing body parts."
His face was filled with disgust and his hand clenched and unclenched on the bolt cutter. Anger was quickly replacing all the fear he felt for Reid, he wanted to get his hands on Jaworski and throttle him till his eyes popped out of his head.
Hotch pulled out his phone and called in techs to deal with the "trophies" They still needed to be identified and matched to DNA. But there was no doubt in their minds. Agent Moreland was speechless for a change and looked like he would lose his breakfast at any minute. Agent Wilson only stared into space wondering if Agent Reid was dead or alive.
It was late afternoon before they finished with the search and processing the house. They found nothing useful and were becoming more and more despondent. Reid had been gone nearly three days and even though the other victims had been killed a week after they were taken, Gideon wondered if the man would wait that long, he had already escalated once, maybe he would again.
Gideon's phone rang and he stepped out to take it. When he came back in again he looked as angry as anyone of them had ever seen. Even Morgan quailed before his eyes.
"Jason, what the hell-" Hotch said.
Gideon strode across the room and grabbed Agent Moreland throwing him against the wall of the garage as he screamed "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE YOU SON OF A BITCH."
Hotch and Morgan pulled him off of the agent who was yelling that the old man had gone crazy and he would be hearing from Moreland's representative, he was going to charge him with assault. Moreland turned to leave and came up short at the sight of Agent Wilson pointing her gun at his head.
"Don't move David, put you hands on your head, you know the drill."
"Sam, have you gone as crazy as that old man?"
"No I am finally seeing the light, now assume the position and don't mess with me; I'm this close to shooting you right here." She looked him in the eyes and he knew it was over. She cuffed him and had two agents escort him back to Quantico and an interrogation room.