Hey guys! I am so SORRY it's been almost two weeks since my last update. But let's just say…bad stuff happened to me over the first week and I didn't have time to update. Plus my internet connection crashed so I couldn't update. Then my laptop was unresponsive and it took literally FORVER to get it fixed. But all I want to say THANK GOD for smart phones! Or else I wouldn't have been able to review my favorite stories!
So again I'm so sorry about that. Please enjoy and review! Again, really sorry for my bad luck!
Trust Me
Chapter 5: A Fatal Mistake
Carter pulled her knees to her chest as she leaned against the wall. She softly caressed her new scar right beside her chin and flinched the second she felt the stinging pain. She couldn't believe it was only a week ago when her captor did that to her. He had told her she would discover why he was keeping her at the end of the third week. She only had seven more days left. The memories haunted her as she stayed in that dirty basement; her thoughts were her only friend.
She gripped her stomach as it grumbled, gnawing inside her for any type of food. Her kidnapper had given her a water bottle once a day but it barley worked for her, she was starving and losing weight the longer he kept her. Dizzy spells and headaches came more often, sometimes she was too weak to get up and walk. Was this his plan? To starve her until she was completely helpless? If he was going to kill her, why hadn't he yet? She just wanted to die so bad; her life has been ruined because of that man.
Carter knocked her head against the wall out of boredom and then did it again. All she wanted was a friend to talk to.
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Reid couldn't stop thinking about Carter Stevenson; she should've been sad and alone, the way he felt when he was once taken. The paranoia and fear you could die the next day, the headaches and all the shaking, the paleness and horrid look in your eyes. He could just feel what she was going through. No other case bugged him as much as this one. The longer Carter was gone, the more he wanted to save her. It was eating him alive; she only had a week to live. He began to move around in his seat anxiously as Morgan's phone rang.
Morgan stood up and answered his phone once he realized it was Garcia.
"Hey Baby Girl. Did you find any suspects?" he asked her.
"Actually I did," Garcia answered. Morgan told her to hold on as he put his phone on speaker and set it on the table. While telling her to continue, she sat down again.
"Out of all men in Columbus, there is only one with gray hair and a windowless black van," Garcia started. "His name is Bruce Green and he looks like a scary dude," she finished.
"Other than owning a black van, is there anything else that would make him the unsub?" Prentiss asked.
"Yes, it turns out he bought a Sig Sauer almost two months ago. Right before the kidnappings started."
"Those guns are expensive," Morgan said. Reid nodded beside him and leaned closer to the phone.
"Morgan's right, what job does he have?" he asked. Garcia responded with the sound of typing on the other line.
"He works as a groundskeeper for some rich family…the Bourne's," she replied as she read.
"Reid and I can check it out, see if he's a suspicious guy," Morgan suggested. Hotch looked at the two and nodded.
"You two go do that," he said, giving them permission. Morgan picked up his phone as he got out of his seat.
"What the address?" he asked Garcia.
"805 Phillips Street," Garcia replied. "Good luck you guys." Morgan hung up the phone as he and Reid hopped into their SUV.
Ten minutes later-
Morgan and Reid drove down the street; the youngest looked at the GPS as Morgan drove to the destination. Carter popped into Reid's mind again, giving him a stomachache all of a sudden. He began to picture her dead in a poorly buried grave with bullets holes in her torso. He looked down at the devise in his hands after rubbing his eyes tiredly.
"Turn left," he mumbled to his friend.
"What?" Morgan asked, not hearing Reid at all.
"Left," Reid snapped a little harshly, making Morgan look at him concern planted on his face. Reid rubbed his eyes again.
"Sorry," he said. Morgan shrugged.
"It's cool, so what's wrong?" he asked.
"I just want to find Carter alive," Reid said quietly. "I know what she's going through, she has to be traumatized." Morgan opened his mouth to talk but was interrupted by Reid's phone. The genius rummaged through his pocket and pulled out his phone.
"Hey, JJ," he greeted.
"Hey, Spence, you left your gun at the station, Hotch says you can't go without it," JJ said. Reid sighed and rubbed his eyes once again.
"But we're almost there. It'll be a waste of time to drive back," he said.
"Sorry, Spence," the blonde said back. Reid slumped in the passenger seat a little and regretted what he was about to say.
"Tell Hotch I can go one time without my gun," he said and then hung up.
"Hotch is going to be so pissed at you," Morgan said with a small chuckle. Reid stuffed his phone back in his pocket and looked back at his friend.
"I know," he said a little nervous.
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JJ's mouth dropped at what she heard before Reid hung up on her. Hotchner spotted her reaction and walked over to her.
"What did he say?" he asked, crossing his arms. JJ looked at her boss, biting her lip slightly. Hotch raised his eyebrows at her, telling her to tell him immediately.
"He said he's not coming back for his gun," she said. Hotch's face was the same except his eyebrows began to lower. He grabbed the gun off of the table and handed it to JJ.
"Go find them and make sure he gets it," he said. JJ nodded and began to exit the police station to her SUV.
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Morgan and Reid stood in front of the door to a beautiful white mansion owned by the Bourne's, waiting for someone to answer after knocking. A tall woman with short blonde hair opened the door with a sparkly white dress and a wineglass in her hands. The two men showed her their badges.
"We're with the FBI, may we come in?" Morgan asked. The woman nodded, staring at them suspiciously. As the agents walked in, a man in a suit walked into the living room, looking at Reid and Morgan with an odd expression.
"What's this about? We were in the middle of dinner," he said. Reid took the time to look beyond the man, wine glasses and fancy plates surrounded a table for two in the dining room behind him.
"You can continue with your dinner after you answer a few questions for us," Morgan said.
"What questions?" the woman asked.
"Mr. and Mrs. Bourne, we believe your groundskeeper is responsible for the kidnappings and murders of Karen Bogsley and Tiffany Clark," Reid said. Mrs. Bourne held her hand over her heart and slightly gasped.
"Bruce?" she asked. The agents nodded.
"Has he been acting weird the past two months?" Morgan asked.
"No, we barely see him at all," Mr. Bourne replied.
"So he just shows up for work and leaves without a word?" Reid asked.
"That's how it's been lately."
"Is Bruce working as we speak?" Morgan asked.
"Yes, but you better burry, he normally disappears around the next ten minutes," Mr. Bourne said.
"Thanks," Morgan said as he and Reid hurried out the door to out back. As they entered out the back, they spotted Bruce's black van, the back doors wide open.
"I wonder where he is," Reid thought out loud, looking around. Morgan shrugged and pulled out his phone as it rung in his pocket.
"Who's calling you?" Reid asked nervously. Morgan looked at him with a tiny smile.
"It's not Hotch, relax," he said and pressed the device to his ear.
He walked over by the side of the house to talk in a quieter spot, leaning against the huge wall. By the sounds of his jokes and laughter he was talking to Garcia, as the two complimented each other like they normally did, Reid looked back at the van with uncertainty. He looked back at Morgan a few yards away who was laughing down the phone. He looked back at the van once more and walked slowly over to it.
He stood and looked inside the van from the back, temptation telling him to crawl inside and look for evidence. He looked around real quick and stepped inside as he rummaged through a bunch of tools. Being a groundskeeper raised his suspicions even more about Bruce Green, the tools he had could kill someone with a good beating. But none of the tools had blood on them.
His instincts began to tell him to get out of the van but his hands came across something weird. He looked down a gripped a role of duct tape. He looked at it and almost dropped it when he looked inside the role.
'PROPERTY OF THE STEVENSON'S' It read. His mouth dropped from what he found. He knew there was something about Bruce, he just knew it. And with the evidence in his hands, he was that much closer to finding Carter. But all of a sudden, a voice made him jump and drop the role of duct tape.
"What the hell are you doing?" A scruffy voice asked from behind. Reid turned around to see Bruce Green in his uniform staring at him coldly. Now that he knew Bruce was the guy just made him even madder looking at the man's face. He quickly reached for his gun but felt nothing but air. His heart leaped into his throat when he felt nothing but air. He looked back at Bruce, who looked at Reid's belt angrily, realizing he was an FBI agent immediately. Reid's eyes grew wide as the man reached for the handles of the doors.
"Wait!" he screamed, but it was too late, Bruce already slammed the back doors, locking him inside the van.
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"Okay, so here's what I found out about Bruce, he never had a home," Garcia said. Morgan raised his eyebrows.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"When he was five his mother took him to a park and apparently she was beaten and robbed right in front of him. Want to know the scariest part? That was Looney Park," she explained.
"Looney Park? The park they found Karen Bogsley?" Morgan asked.
"That's right, hun. I think he's our guy," Garcia said. Morgan opened his mouth to reply but the sound of slamming doors interrupted him, he turned around and realized Reid wasn't behind him like he had thought the entire time he was on the phone.
"I'll call you back," he said down the phone and hung up. He looked around his surrounding with a curious face.
"Reid?" he called. He was about to call once more until the sound of screeching tires split through his ears making him turn to his right and see a black van about to run him over, with Bruce in the driver's seat. He quickly jumped out of the way and grabbed his gun, jumping back up and running after the van.
"Stop the van or I'll shoot!" he screamed. He aimed the gun at the car until something made him stop in his tracks. Reid's head popped out of the passenger's side, a hand tightly gripping the back of his head, gripping his brown hair.
"Morgan, don't shoot!" he begged. Morgan brought the gun down and began to run faster.
"Reid!" he screamed as the car sped up and drove down the street. Morgan began to lose energy as the van zoomed down the road, getting farther and farther away.
"Damn it!" Morgan cursed.
"Morgan!" JJ shouted behind him. He turned around confused to see JJ running up to him with her gun in her hand.
"Why didn't you shoot?" she yelled.
"Because I could've hit Reid," Morgan said back. JJ looked at him with scared eyes, already realizing the situation. She turned back around and grabbed her phone.
"Hotch, you guys need to get here now."