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A/N: Continued thanks to all those who R and R.
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The doctor came to speak with Mark just after Reid had left. "Mr. Jeffries, your wife is doing fine. Her vitals are stable. There's been no excessive bleeding. Because the baby was small and your friend took great care in easing him out, your wife came away without any vaginal tearing." Mark nodded and the doctor continued. "Your son weighed in at 5lbs 2oz, so he will not require an incubator. We are supplying him with some oxygen and we have administered some surfactant to help with his breathing but his color is good as are his labs and his oxygen saturation is satisfactory for a premature newborn. Your friend did an excellent job of clearing his mouth and nose of secretions to keep the airway open and give your son his best chance."
"Friend," Mark looked confused.
"That's what I was trying to tell you before the doctor came," Allie interjected. "The baby wasn't born in the hospital. He was delivered on Mount Pleasant's music room floor." Mark's mouth gaped open. "And he was delivered by Spencer Reid. You have him to thank for the safety and good condition of your wife and child."
The doctor interrupted Allie, "You should be able to see your wife and baby shortly, congratulations." She left the group standing in the waiting room.
"I didn't want to tell you where the baby was born on the phone; I thought you might freak out." She grabbed his arm and pulled him over to the couch, "There are some things you need to know and you're going to damn well listen."
She told him that Chantal had been Daryl's intended victim. She relayed about the abduction and her reluctance to fight back due to Chantal's condition.
"But why would he want to kill Chantal?"
Allie explained Daryl's motives as best she could but Mark continued to look confused. "I know it makes no sense to any of us but to Daryl there was a twisted logic to it." She continued to recount to her three friends the details of being held by Daryl and eventually rescued by Spencer and the team.
"Allie," Karen asked, putting her hand gently on her friend's arm, "Are you okay? We've all been so concerned with Chantal but you've been through a pretty rough experience as well."
"Oh, I'm fine, I wasn't hurt. Chantal and I," she turned to Mark, "And your baby are alive, thanks to Spencer."
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Hotch and Reid entered the interview room, "I'm SSA Aaron Hotchner," he indicated Reid, "This is SSA Dr. Spencer Reid."
The lawyer stood, "David Treadwell, attorney at law, my client has agreed to this interview over my objections. I'm just getting up to speed on the case since the previous lawyer withdrew."
"You'd expect him to continue after your client abducted his daughter and threatened her life," Reid said angrily. David Treadwell did not respond.
"Let's start with the murder of Brian Dalton," Hotch began.
"Alleged murder," Treadwell interjected, "That was ruled an accident."
"GPS has your vehicle a block from the victim's home at the approximate time of death," Hotch continued.
"Circumstantial, no one saw my client in the vicinity."
"Let's move on to Drake Holloway," Hotch tried again.
"Again, ruled an accident and before you mention the rifle and the hunting license, neither are illegal, Agent Hotchner."
"It was a bullet from your client's father's rifle that killed Holloway," Hotch retorted.
"That death was ruled an accident from a stray bullet. That it may have been fired by my client doesn't mean it still wasn't a stray bullet."
"Laurel Jamison," Hotch said stonily.
"Circumstantial, once again, and if you're going to mention the cat hair, my client is not the only person in that home."
"Are you suggesting one of his parents went to New York and killed Laurel Jamison," Hotch asked incredulously?
"I'm not suggesting anything. It's up to you to make assumptions. You seem to do it so well." Treadwell smirked as he spoke.
"I'm sure when we test the knife we took from your client at the high school; we'll find evidence of Laurel Jamison's blood. You know how pesky those things are to get clean," Reid offered nonchalantly as he stood with his back to the two men, facing the two way mirror. In the mirror, he could see both men behind him tense.
"Pam McPhee," Hotch started for the fourth time.
"Oh please, Agent Hotchner, don't even insult my intelligence with your suspicions that because my client frequented the same deli as Pam McPhee that he is somehow responsible for her unfortunate death." Treadwell said before Hotch was able to question the prisoner.
"Marla Felstead," Hotch named the fifth victim.
"There is no evidence that my client was even in the deceased's home and if you're planning to use his purchase of the toxin as evidence, he's already explained that and provided scientific documentation." David Treadwell smiled smugly. He knew he was starting to annoy Agent Hotchner.
"Did you use food on purpose," Reid mused abruptly, crossing his arms and leaning casually against the wall on the other side of the room? "Pam and Marla were cheerleaders, cute little bodies, watched what they ate, and probably made fun of Darcy in gym and in the locker room. They likely called her names like Fatass, Dumbo or Jumbo, maybe this being the birthplace of General Sherman something creative like the Kullman Tank. Did it seem like poetic justice for Darcy, to kill them with food?" Reid pushed himself off the wall and moved behind Daryl and whispered, "You had to watch didn't you? You had to watch them die. You couldn't risk they'd get help."
"Shut up," Daryl said loudly.
"What happened to Pam, did she get confused, her speech slur, almost like she was drunk. Then she started to wheeze, didn't she. Did she look to you for help as she dug in her purse for her epi pen that she couldn't find because you'd taken it? She started to get really anxious then, didn't she? She knew then didn't she, that she was going to die. Did she realize it was you before she died, before her airway swelled and closed?" He took his hands one on top of the other and closed them into fists to emphasize.
"Shut up," Daryl yelled, banging his hand that wasn't cuffed on the table.
"This interview is over," Treadwell said.
"You think you know so much," Daryl yelled at Reid.
"Daryl, be quiet," Treadwell cautioned his client.
"Yeah, Daryl I do," Reid replied.
"What do you know, Mr. Smartass?"
"I know that it took a long time for Marla to die. She probably wondered why you weren't leaving after dinner. You had to invent an excuse to stay. You couldn't risk leaving and have her feeling ill and calling 911. So you stayed and once she started to get sick, she was glad you were there, wasn't she? She thought you'd help her, didn't she? How did it start, blurred vision, some difficulty talking, feeling weak? Then she couldn't move her arms and legs, could she. Then the difficulty breathing until finally she died." Reid put his hands on the table across from Daryl and leaned forward. "Did she beg you for help? Did you laugh at her?"
"Yeah, yeah, you're damn right I laughed," Daryl yelled, jumping to his feet. "Bitch got what she deserved. They all got what they deserved."
"And what about Andy Reiser, did he get what he deserved Daryl?"
"There is no…" David Treadwell began.
"No counselor, don't insult our intelligence by saying there's no evidence. We found the body in your client's room. His prints were everywhere. His yearbook was on the bed with Chantal Jeffries' picture circled and he was wearing Andy Reiser's clothes. DNA tests will prove that," Hotch told the attorney.
"My client is obviously not of sound mind," Treadwell sighed resignedly.
"That is something you'll have to take up with the federal prosecutor," Hotch replied as he and Reid left the room.
Hotch and Reid joined the others in the observation room. "That went well," Rossi stated the obvious.
"Yes," Hotch nodded "Well, we might as well return to the hotel and get some rest and we'll return to Quantico in the morning."
"It's so bizarre to think that all these murders stemmed from bullying." JJ exclaimed. "I mean, we've all seen it happen and it never seems to be that serious and then something like this happens and you realize the effects can be far reaching. It's food for thought."
"You're right JJ," Reid said taking out his cell and walking away, "I have a phone call to make."