[And another chap. Wow! Three in one day! Woooo hooo!^^ I DO NOT OWN CRIMINAL MINDS OR IT'S CHARACTERS, JUST MINE! Read, enjoy and review!^^]
"What do we do know?" Prentiss said. "He was our only possible suspect and now he's dead… Do you think he wasn't the killer and just got in the way? Died of some other cause or…maybe someone knew he was the killer and killed him?"
"I don't think so…" Reid said. "He was killed, I saw a wound on his side and old blood. Someone killed him…and I think it was the girl, Ashley."
"Why do you say that?"
"Think about it! I mean, she has to stay with him for her son, and then has to deal with him until she just couldn't anymore. She leaves her son, finds the courage to finally send him to jail and does so. Once he's out again, she realizes she wasn't satisfied with just that and thought it wouldn't stop. She was scared, especially with her child in his mothers custody and near him. She confronts him and kills him, half out of her mind with fear and worry."
"So…she's killing girls like her? Does she blame herself in some way and she's killing girls who make the same, wrong choices she started with making?"
But then he was thinking again. Something just didn't fit about Ashley being the killer. It just wasn't right, it didn't click. "No…" Reid shook his head, thinking again.
"Then who? Mark's mother's dead and so is he. Who could do all of this and know everything about this three sum tragedy?"
"The son." He said, looking up at all of them. "He was so young and seeing his mother and father fight and do things he doesn't understand yet. He was exposed to so much when he was young. And then his mother leaves him and he's left as his father's anger outlet. And one day, his father's gone and he's stuck with someone he barely knows. His father may have beaten him, but…he must feel that he never abandoned him, like his mother. She never came back for him. Yeah, she saved him, but she never came back to take him. So he was left parentless. He probably found his father after he was let out, dead and guessed who it could be. And now he's taking out his anger for his mother on girls who remind him of her…either he doesn't know where she is or he killed her and his anger still hasn't gone away and he still wants to kill."
"By god, I think his got it." Prentiss said sarcastically.
"He's always got it." J.J. said.
"Do we know where the son is?"
"We'll know in a second…" Morgan said walking off as he talked to Garcia.
"Yes? Is there more I need to do, my sweet?" she answered almost immediately.
"Yeah. Get ready, though…" he said and began explaining.
Reid was standing and thinking as everyone else waited. So the killer beats these women for anger, prolongs it because him and his mother dealt with it for a long time. All of this is because of his parents. He was killing for revenge, whether or not his mother was still alive or not. They had at least two or three days to save Alice…. Again, he fought back horrific images that scared and disgusted him…
All they needed was to find where this man was keeping them. Reid knew it couldn't be too far, but far enough that he wouldn't be found or interrupted. Somewhere deserted and/or unoccupied. But somewhere close enough to town so he could check out for new victims. It has to be something that was handed down to him or that he built, nothing public.
Morgan came back over and answered Reid's thoughts and guesses. "Garcia said his last known resident was his grandmothers and grandfathers farm. She had called around and asked earlier if anyone has heard anything from them or about them at all lately and they said no one's been too or from their other then the son. They say they think he goes to get things for his grandmother, since she's too old to get out much and her husband died of a heart attack a few years back. They say the son comes to fix their stuff in their house when he can and is always quiet. This has gotta be it."
"Where-" before J.J. could finish her question or Morgan answer since he knew, a few rings came from Hotch's and Rossi's phones. They looked. Hotch shut his phone and nodded for J.J. to follow as he headed to their SUV and Rossi and Prentiss were heading to theirs.
"I'm so giving my baby a big kiss when this is all over." Morgan said, shaking his head.
Reid hurried into their SUV as Morgan started it. He was so anxious and worried and impatient, he was drumming his fingers on his legs as Morgan drove as fast as he could behind the others. He was just hoping he was right about it taking this man taking his time…he didn't want to find his friend dead. He couldn't find his friend dead. He just wouldn't be able to take the sadness and guilt.
I was lying against the hay, Sara right above me to my left. I was still breathing deeply, but I was feeling just inches better. Only because I wasn't moving.
"Alice…I can-" Sara began, but I didn't give her a chance to finish.
"Like I said before, I don't care what you can and cannot do. I'm going to die before I let him touch you, sweetie…you shouldn't have to deal with that at your age."
She looked down as I looked at her. I saw her eyes were red and her face streaked with tears. There was no sobbing anymore, just crying. I wished I could get her out of here. I wasn't going to be able to take it much longer. I looked around, hoping to see a crevice or crack she could go through. I couldn't. The only thing she could go through was the door, but that was locked shut…
I stood then, flinching at the pain and stopping for a minute, before I kept going. I heard Sara climbing of the hay behind me and following before she said, "What're doing?" in a hoarse voice.
"I'm getting you out of here, Sara."
"What?!"
I got down in front of the two doors and tried to push them apart. They only opened wide enough for me to move my legs through, but my hips were regrettably too big. But Sara could get through.
"Go on." I order her, struggling to keep the two doors open, but the chains struggled against me, too.
"What? No, I can't leave you!"
"Sssh!" I ordered her. I hoped he was gone. Far enough away that he wouldn't see or hear us, but I couldn't be sure. "Yes, you can leave me and you well, or so help me, I'll kick your ass instead of him."
She just looked at me, not wanting to go, but scared. She was fighting in side.
"Sara, he'll be back any second. You have a chance, so take it!"
"No! I'm not going to let him kill you!"
"He won't!" I insisted to her, lying. "He won't kill me, Sara, because my friend will be here soon enough and he'll save me. But I'm not letting you stay here when you can be in danger of getting hurt!"
"Alice, I'm not-"
"Yes, you are!" I insisted with as much strength as I could without being loud. My arms were beginning to hurt, the wood of the doors cutting my arms a little.
"No!"
"Yes, Sara, go! Do you wanna die and leave your family and Tonya!?!"
She didn't respond, she cried. She was shaking her head.
"Sara…" I said softly. "Sara, I'll be ok." I couldn't stop lying. "I'm stronger then I look, ok? I can take it long enough for my friend to get here. If you want, go to the closest house you see and call nine-one-one and tell them, just be careful."
She was beginning to believe me, finally. She was watching the ground, thinking.
"Sara, I will be ok. Trust me, I've been through enough to be able to get through this. Just go, I'll be after you soon enough, because my friends coming."
She looked up at me and I saw the question in her eyes.
"I will be ok. Just go."
She waited, but then she crawled through the space I made in the doors and I saw her running off (no one behind her and no screaming following her) before I let go and moved away from the doors.
Thank god…she was gone and she'll be ok. I stayed by the doors, listening just in case he was in his house that I could see through the cracks or not. I didn't hear yelling of anger or footsteps other then tiny ones running. They faded eventually and I just hoped he didn't ever see her before she was away and safe.
I walked back over the hay stack and fell down with a pained sigh. She was gone and safe (hopefully) and maybe this guy would throw me in the woods or bury me before Reid found him and caught him…I don't want him to see me. I knew he probably wouldn't be able to find me beforehand, only because that's just my freaking luck. He'd find the killer, but not me. Not a living me, anyways.
So as I breathed deeply, pained again, I thought of him and only him. my best friend and the only guy I would ever love to any extent.
I thought back on our last days together…
"So, you're moving tomorrow?" he asked, rolling on the balls of his feet, his hands in his pants pockets.
I sighed, not looking at him. "Yep." Why? I had one person who really made me feel like my life was worth living and I was moving away from him. because of my stupid f'ing parents!
"Well…can you watch a movie before you have to go…?" he asked hesitantly.
I looked at him, smiling when I guessed what movie. It had become our…well, I guess you could say 'theme movie'. Mostly because the end, which is so powerful and we kinda feel it represents our friendship I a way. Like, we have that same strong friendship. Well, not as intense as theirs, since we haven't fought aliens together, but we've fought off crapy parents and testosterone controlled boys together enough times.
"Sure, Spock. Let's go."
And then we watched it at his house, his mother watching a little bit of it with us before saying she'd rather read. We just laughed and enjoyed our last bits of time together. After the movie was over, we talked about our day. Which wasn't all too exciting on either end, so then we decided find something on TV. We ended up seeing something talking about a criminal and these people called Profilers that work at the BAU. They seemed like really smart people, so I turned to Spencer and said, "Maybe you should be a profiler."
"What?"
"Well, you got the brains for it. I'm sure you could profile the heck out of some of the worst guys in this world. Hey, maybe you'll even get Johnson one day." I said, nudging him as I thought of the foot-ball jerk who had messed with Spencer. I know I'd be happy if I got him into jail.
"I don't know…"
"I'm not saying that's a perfect job for you," I laughed. "I'm just saying, you'd probably be great at it."
He blushed, smiling a bit and sitting back. I did too and asked, "So, what do you think I'd be good at? Other then f'ing up my life?" I tried not to use so many cuss words around him. I don't know, I just got this guilty or ashamed feeling when I cussed around him, just like when I drink or smoke with him around.
"…Actually, I think you'd be really good and giving people therapy." He said and I laughed. "No, really. I mean, if you went to school for a while and learned what you needed to, you could help a lot of kids that have been through what you've been through or something like it. I'm not saying it's perfect, I just think you'd be good at it." He smiled at me and I smiled back, thinking about it.
"…Sounds like it might be a good career. How about it? Let's make a promise."
"What kind of promise?" he eyed me and I laughed.
"Me and you make a promise that we will try out these jobs and see how we like it. If we like it, we pursue that job. If not, we don't. Promise?"
He thought about it for a moment. Then he nodded, holding out his hand, which I took and we shook hands.
"If I ever need help, I call you?" I asked. And he nodded.
"And if I need therapy, I call you?" I nodded too.
"Ok, then." I said and we just couldn't help smiling…I didn't know about him, but I just always, ALWAYS felt happy when we were together, no matter what we were doing…he was like a different addiction to me. I almost laugh out loud, but it was the truth. He made me happy and made me forget everything, like nothing could ever go wrong. Until, of course, it does but at least I can enjoy my time with him without killing myself each second I did.
But, my high with him was interrupted once again when I heard my parents yelling. It was almost six and they were getting things into the car.
"Alice, get out here and help!" I heard my mother.
I sighed, my head dropping back over the back on the couch in annoyance until I stood, sighing again. "Well, that's my cue."
He stood, too. He didn't know what to say and neither did I for a moment, but when my mother yelled again, I decided the good-bye had to come.
"Before I go, Spence, I just want to tell you…well, you're the best friend I've ever had and possibly the best thing to happen to me…you saved me from my stupidity and I owe you so much. I'm going to miss you a lot." I gave him a hug and he hugged me back. I didn't let go for a while, but I was sure he was getting a bit uncomfortable so I let go. And I risked making him more uncomfortable with what I did next, but I didn't care, it showed my gratitude.
I kissed him on the cheek softly and said, "Thank you. You pulled me out of the hole I was digging myself into and kept me out. I owe you my life, Spencer, you have no idea…"
He was blushing now. "…I didn't really do much…"
"No…you did." I told him and, with a wave, I left. And my heart ached the whole time. I was leaving my home behind. My home and my heart and there wasn't much I could do about it without getting police called on me.
What I regretted the most about that moment was the fact that we were too caught up in the fact that I was leaving to really think straight. So, I completely forgot to tell him where I was moving or what number he could contact me with. And I never thought to ever ask him his number before, neither him me, because we lived beside each other. Why have each other's number when we could just walk next door?
And that was the last time I really saw him, in person…I never saw him again and I knew I wouldn't get the chance again…
I realized I was wakening from slumber. I wouldn't have been able to remember that that easily if I hadn't fallen sleep. And I realized I had heard something and that's what woke me.
I sat up (painfully) and what'd for the guy to come in and start screaming that Sara was gone and then begin to beat me. But, it was taking him too long to unlock the doors. Maybe he dropped his key. No, he was messing with the chains, not looking for a key in the grass. I moved into a sitting position, ready for what he was going to do. Maybe he found out already and was angry that I let her go and that anger was making him fumble.
But then there was a gunshot and I got really worried. Was he going to shoot me? I cringed back and waited, thinking maybe he'd shoot me in the head and I'd pass quickly.
The door opened, creaking. I couldn't see him perfectly because it was getting darker outside, but I saw him coming closer…wait…it's not him. He's too skinny…
Oh my god.
[Are you psyched for the next chapter?! Or am I not so great at making things intense?^^; well, either way, the next will be coming soon enough, because everything's just flowing out. Once again, sorry if anything was misspelled, I'm just on a run and can't help my mess ups. If I have any, please tell me in a review! Thank you for reading!^^]