Reid went into the room that was holding Gideon. As he sat down, he leaned his crutches against the table.
"Hello Spencer," Gideon said, with a smile.
"It's Dr. Reid to you," Reid replied, coldly.
"What happened to you," Gideon asked.
Reid didn't answer his question, instead he asked his own, "Do you remember Nathan Harris?"
"Yes," Gideon said with a nod.
"He was killed a month ago," Reid stated. "Here in Golconda."
"Yes. That was very tragic," Gideon agreed. "But if he hadn't escaped, he might still be alive."
"Who ever said anything about him escaping," Reid pointed out.
"Well he certainly wasn't released, considering how sick he was," Gideon said.
"Why did the police question you then," Reid asked.
"Because the person who killed him, used my saw," Gideon replied.
"Are you sure you didn't kill him," Reid asked. "You are the only person who lives here, who knows who he is."
"I would never kill him," Gideon stated. "He's a troubled young man. He needed help and he ran from it."
"I think you would," Reid insisted. "I mean who else would have?"
"Frank would," Gideon said.
"Frank would have completed what he started and not just cut off an arm and a leg," Reid explained. "I think you saw Nathan and decided to see if you could make it look like Frank's work. Problem was, you couldn't handle it. You could only do what you could manage, then leave Nathan to die in a lot of pain."
Gideon stood up abruptly and said, "I would never do something like that. I have no reason to cut off a right and and a left leg. When I saw Nathan, I took him back to my place and tried to talk some sense into him, but he kept on saying he had to get away."
"Police never mentioned which arm and leg were cut off. Only the killer would know the specifics," Reid explain.
Gideon was silent for a moment then said, "Anyone could have accessed the information. Good luck proving it was me."
Reid stared at his form mentor and father-figure then said, "I already have."
"How," Gideon asked confused.
"Your behavior and what you knew about Nathan's murder," Reid stated. "When I accused you of killing him, you remained calm and unfazed by the fact. An innocent person would have reacted instantly. You didn't react until I told you couldn't handle killing him the way Frank did it. Then you gave me details of Nathan's murder, that the police never shared with you."
"Fine, I killed Nathan Harris. Who cares," Gideon asked.
"His mother, everyone who wanted to help him, they care," Reid replied. "I care."
"His mother probably forgot all about him," Gideon said.
"No parent would forget their own child," Reid stated.
"What else do you want to accuse me of," Gideon asked sitting back down.
"I would not accuse you of anything unless I have evidence to back up my theory," Reid explained.
"Meaning," Gideon asked, impatiently.
"Meaning I have evidence to not only one murder, but three. Just the one murdered alone could put you away for life. Three though, you might get the death sentence," Reid stated.
"Three? Who else do you think I killed," Gideon asked.
"Frank and Jane," Reid replied. "You still couldn't complete Frank's MO when you killed Jane. You see, she had no ketamine in her system. I know that you killed her, because she had all her limbs cut off, but you left her head attached, as a sign of remorse probably. Then you moved on to Frank. And with him you cut off his limbs also. All I want to know is, why."
"They deserved it," Gideon said flatly.
"No one deserves to die, no matter what horrible things they've done," Reid stated. "You can't take the law into your own hands."
"It's not like you've taken the law into your hands," Gideon replied
"I haven't," Reid said.
"What about when you killed Tobias Hankle," Gideon asked.
"That was in self-defense," Reid replied.
"You still killed him," Gideon stated.
"In self-defense," Reid said with gritted teeth. "Now, why did you kill them?"
"Peace," Gideon replied
"Why peace," Reid asked.
"Frank took Sarah, I took his life. Now I am at peace with my past," Gideon explained.
"What about Jane," Reid asked. "Why did she have to die?"
"She fell in love with a serial killer who tried to kill her thirty years ago," Gideon stated.
"That's no reason to kill her," Reid said as he grabbed his pair of crutches and stood up.
"What are you doing," Gideon asked looking at Reid.
Instead of answering, Reid placed the crutches under his arms and swung himself out of the room, leaving Gideon by himself.
A/N: One more chapter to go. Possibly two, if I get an instant brainstorm on how to finish this out. I'm thinking about just putting up a seventh chapter and be done with it, but my mind is screaming at me to post eight chapters. I'll probably go with the latter, if I can think of something else to put into this story. I won't be posting anything over the weekend, due to an unwanted trip to my grandmothers, blech. No internet there.
