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Spencer knelt in his cage and looked up at Otikami. He looked back slowly shaking his head as small trickle of blood running from his nose.
"He won't talk to you." Taki muttered.
Otsu looked over at Reid and then back to Taki.
"Who is Floyd?" He repeated. "One more chance as you are new to this. Who is Floyd."
Spencer watched the knife begin to dig in to Otikami's skin. "A friend. Floyd is a friend."
He put his head down and closed his eyes. The pain somehow didn't feel so bad this time. Either a smaller shock or he was getting used to it. He lay on the floor and glanced up at Taki standing blanked faced back at him.
"Get up off the floor trash boy. Tell me more about Floyd."
Spencer stayed on the floor but answered the questions. "I told you he is a friend. There is nothing more to say."
Taki didn't scream as the knife dug into his leg, he just made a strange whimpering sound.
"And I told you to get up off the floor and kneel. Why are you looking at me?" I told you to keep your dirt face down. Get up off the floor scum."
Slowly with his heart pounding he rolled and got to his knees. This time being careful to keep his head down, but also looking across to see what Taki was doing as the jolt of electricity shot through his legs again.
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Garcia was sitting looking through yet more information when Hotch knocked on the door and entered the room carrying a lap top.
"Sir?" and she was on her feet with a puzzled frown.
"Garcia, this is Haley's. Was Haley's. I need you to go through it and find out where she got the name for Otikami."
She nodded and took the computer carefully from Aaron's hands. "You think you will find information on here?" She was flipping the top open and turning it on.
"I don't know. That is what I need you to find out. She has passwords on everything. I need you to bypass it and find out if she has the contact information for Otikami here."
Pen patted the chair next to her. "Take a seat sir." And her fingers where flashing across the lap top keyboard.
Aaron sat and watched as the files on his deceased wife's computer fly over the screen. It was beyond Aaron how the techie could take in that amount of information so quickly.
"Contact phone number." She said. "Bank account information. She forwarded some money directly from her bank account to his own. There is banking information here. I will get you the banking info. Just give me a minute."
Hotch watched Pen's computers buzz to like with numbers and information. She seemed to be constantly inputting passwords until she turned to Aaron and smiled.
"He banks at a place in Maine." She printed out all the relevant information and handed it to Aaron. "Thank you Garcia."
"Will that help? Will you be able to find Reid?" Her eyes going from the screen to Hotch and back again.
He stood up holding the paper tightly in his hand. "It's a start. Keep going on that please. I as much as you can get off there."
Hotch walked back to his office and made a call to Cramer in Organised Crime.
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Morgan was sitting at his desk filling in paper work when the felt a hand on his shoulder. "We are going to Maine. We are leaving now."
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Reid was back in his cell on his knees, his hands still restrained behind his back. A bowl of water on the floor near to the door and another bowl of cold grey rice. His head was down and his hair covered his face in dirty clumps. He could feel his body trembling still from the continuous small shocks he had been given. They had been careful not to kill him: what good would he be to them if he was dead? Actually as he knelt on the grill and looked down at the rank water the options of what they could in actuality do to him if he was dead popped in and out of his mind like a crazy nightmare and now he had thought of it the images were stuck firmly there.
Someone was talking to him. A voice rattling in his ear like an annoying bee. He tried to listen and work out what was being said to him, but his brain was being stubborn and not permitting the information to process.
"Listen to me."
But he couldn't listen, he had to keep his head down 'you are stronger than him'
That wasn't true though. He felt defeated.
"You need to listen."
Reid knew he couldn't answer.
"Please Spencer you must listen to me if you want to survive."
Reid looked down at the water and noticed tiny waves forming as little droplets of water fell into it. Falling at a steady drip from his eyes.
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Taki sat in his room and nursed his leg. The wound wasn't fatal. Infact it wasn't very deep at all, but made to bleed for a short while to cause panic and special effects for the occasion. This didn't mean he was happy about it. Otsu knew his trade well, he didn't like him using it on him though. Taki could feel any power he had once had over Otsu waning and Andanatchi was definitely a follower of Otsu rather than him. Everything just seemed to be falling apart since that Hotchner bitch contacted him, and now sitting in his opulent room, with his female servants sitting around playing relaxing music for him he logged onto his computer to check his email.
There was one he wasn't expecting. It simply said 'I was given your name. Please contact me.' And there was a cell phone number. Another job maybe. Something to take his mind off the shit going down here.
He picked up his cell and dialled the number he had been given. He thought briefly that it might be a trap or ruse of some kind, but like Reid he just wasn't thinking as straight as he should have been.
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Garcia was sitting talking to Morgan when the bleeping started. Someone had used the number they had set up for trace. Morgan called out for Hotch whilst Garcia opened the call up her end and put it on speaker-phone.
"Can help you Sir?" She looked over her shoulder in a mild panic needing Hotch or Morgan to hurry up and talk to this person.
"I got your message."
"One minute sir, can you hold the line please while I put you through?"
Tapping her pen on the desk and looking at Aaron walking quickly with Derek behind him.
Hotch took over and talked. "Hotchner, is this Otikami?"
Silence and a sharp intake of breath.
"What do you want?"
"Reid back."
"What makes you think I know?"
"Don't mess me around Otimaki. I know you have him."
"It's out of my hands. Sorry."
Hotch's stomach did a twist of fear. "What do you mean?"
Another sigh. "I cant talk to you now. Give me a contact number, I will contact you."
Aaron stood and listened to the emptiness of the dead line. "Trace?"
"Maine, near a small village called Caribou, right up on the boarder."
They all started making their ways out of the bunker. "I'm coming with you." Garcia wasn't making a request. "I'm not sitting here waiting and just getting those nasty videos."
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"Reid!" An insistent voice and now someone touching his dirty sweaty hair. "I need you to listen."
He wanted to answer. Slowly he turned his head to look at who was talking to him.
Otikami was crouched looking carefully at Reid. "Your friends are insistant."
Reid gave a puzzled look.
"They contacted me. They are coming to get you. "
"No."
"What do you mean, no?"
"I mean I don't want them to find me. Please don't. I don't want them to see me like this."
"You would rather they saw you in the movies you have been making?" Taki moved his hand over Reid's face.
"No."
"You are going to trust me then and do what I ask you to do?" Fingers now under his chin and lifting his face to look closer at him.
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A/N Sorry if this is a bit messy. I know where I am going here, I just need to get there :c)
