Trust Me

Chapter 6: An Important Clue

Reid grunted as he was forced back into the van, Bruce yanking his hair back as hard as he could. The man leaned over and searched the young man's belt. He pulled out Reid's handcuffs and snapped them on both of his wrists, mumbling stuff to himself as he did so. Reid didn't even pay attention to his bound wrists or his captor, just the rode.

"Look out!" he yelled as a red truck was headed straight for them. The man flinched at Reid's outburst and turned the van to a hard right. Reid had no seat belt, nothing to stop his head on the side of the car harshly. He cried in pain and could feel the blood trickling from his forehead. Bruce grabbed his shirt and threw him in the back of the van.

"You better stay low agent," he spat.

"It's doctor," Reid mumbled from the floor.

"Smart guy, huh?" Bruce asked with a smirk. While keeping his left hand on the wheel, he dug his hand in his pocket for his gun but panic spread across his face when he realized it wasn't there.

"No!" he yelled and slammed his fists down on the wheel.

"You can't complete your pattern, can you?" Reid asked from behind his seat. The man turned around slightly to see his face. "You won't win," Reid said. He was right, too. If Bruce turned back around to grab his gun than Morgan would kick his ass the second he stepped foot on the Bourne's property. He almost smiled knowing Carter wouldn't be killed unless he had the same weapon he used on Karen on Tiffany. Bruce coiled his lips with anger, knowing the young man was right.

"And it's all your fault!" he screamed and grabbed Reid's torso, he jerked him forward and threw him down as hard as he could. Reid grunted as the back of his head hit a red tool box from behind. Before he closed his eyes, he looked at Bruce in the front seat, who was rubbing his eyes and looking around, mumbling something he just couldn't understand.

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Bruce Green blinked rapidly as a flashback began to flash before his eyes. He watched his mother get a punch to the face as two men rummaged through her purse. Another man grabbed his shoulders and made him watch as one of the robbers shot his mother twice and then they all just run. Little Bruce stands there, he has no one to call and nowhere to run. He looked at his dead mother and dug at the dirt for her to lie in.

His small feet walked over to the jungle gym in shape of a castle and cried softly.

Bruce rubbed his eyes out of panic as his focus was on the road again. He turned around quickly to look at the agent he had just taken, he lay on the ground as still as a statue. His small chest was going up and down slowly and his head lay against his tool box. It was all his fault he left his gun, all his fault. He'll pay for what he did. Bruce couldn't wait to ruin that innocent face.

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Morgan paced the ground impatiently as he waited for Hotch and the others to get there. JJ had already explained that she was coming over to give Reid his gun was too late to see what happened. She came from behind the mansion and her hands on her hips.

"He left his gun?" he asked her. JJ nodded.

"Mrs. Bourne told me the last place she saw him he was watering her plants and I found this near the garden," she replied. "Do you think he'll be dumb enough to come back for it?" she asked.

"If he does I'll kick his ass," Morgan mumbled. JJ smiled sadly at his comment and looked over as she heard a car door slam. She and Morgan spotted Hotch, Rossi, and Prentiss rush out of their SUVs and over to them.

"What's going on?" Hotch asked as he made his way to them. Morgan and JJ looked at each other, deciding which one would tell them. Morgan nodded slightly and took a step forward.

"The unsub has Reid," he said. Hotch, Rossi, and Prentiss stared at him and then at each other with worried expressions.

"How?" Hotch asked. Morgan looked at the ground again. How did he take Reid? Was he snatched from behind? He just now realized that he never saw how Reid was taken.

"I don't know," he said. "One moment I'm talking to Garcia and the next moment Reid was gone. The last time I saw him he was in a car with his head outside the window, the unsub was making sure I wouldn't shoot."

"When I got here, the van was already down the road and Morgan was cursing at himself," JJ added.

"So you didn't witness the abduction entirely?" Hotch asked. Morgan nodded.

"Maybe if I wasn't goofing off on the phone I could've helped the kid," he said.

"This is no time to feel sorry we just have to find the bastard before Reid finds the same fate as Karen and Tiffany," Rossi said.

"I don't think he will," JJ said. Morgan held up Bruce's gun before the others could ask questions.

"So without that gun especially he won't kill?" Prentiss asked.

"That's what we think," Morgan said, looking down at the weapon. The weapon that killed two lives. He'll make sure Bruce will never touch it again.

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Reid groaned as his eyes fluttered open in the back of the van, Bruce slapping his face to wake him up.

"Get up," he snapped. Reid felt nothing but a splitting headache and the cold handcuffs squeezing his wrists.

"I said get up," Bruce said through gritted teeth. He grabbed one of the young man's arms and pulled him out of the van. Reid stumbled out, his eyes drooping form being unconscious. He walked like a zombie as he was tugged into a house in an empty neighborhood. Bruce slammed the door and pushed Reid to the ground. He grunted as his face hit the wooden flooring.

His captor grabbed his hair from the back and lifted his head up; Reid gritted his teeth as he felt a cold knife under his throat.

"I should kill you for snooping around," he said.

"But you won't," Reid said back. "You only kill your victims with your gun which has been left behind." Bruce put the knife up and slammed Reid's head against the flooring; he cried at the pain and whimpered slightly at the blood on the floor from under him. Bruce forcefully picked Reid off the ground and led him to a door. He opened it and let go of Reid's arm, leaving him standing there. Temptation commanded Reid to turn around to see what the man was doing. But he regretted to look back.

Bruce yelled and he kicked Reid's stomach forward, making the young man's back hit the stairs. All the steps were hitting his head as he slid down the stairwell, crying out every step. When he finally got to the bottom he hissed at the pain in his head and leaned his head to the right. Before everything went dark, a small figure was making its way to him.