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WL- Chapter 13

Daddy tells the Truth

As the doorknob turned open and a pair of heels clicked against the floor, William gaped.

"Why didn't you tell me you knew who did that to Spencer?"

William Reid stood up as the new guest entered the room. He hadn't seen Annabelle since Spencer was a kid, and he had to admit that, even though they had gotten along quite well, he wasn't too pleased to see her again. They had once been friends, but after that day over ten years ago, he hadn't once talked to her.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Annabelle repeated through gritted teeth.

"Sit down, Annabelle." Hotch warned. The clearly pissed-off woman sat down with a 'hmph' and glared at William. "Now tell us, WIlliam; who did this to your son?"

"It was the letter," William sighed. "I showed it to you, and I'm pretty sure I know who wrote it."

"Wait, what letter?" Annabelle frowned.

William looked at her incrediously, shocked that she didn't know what he was talking about. "Didn't Spencer tell you? That night...when I came home and you were in Spencer's room...and...and you told me what had happened. Whoever wrote that letter's the person who made my son try to kill himself." he said.

Annabelle's frown grew even wider as she processed the information that William had just told her. Just as she opened her mouth, something clicked inside her brain, and a sudden idea popped into her mind.

"Annabelle, what is it?" Hotch asked.

"Spencer didn't try to kill himself because of a letter; he tried to kill himself because of the bullying. After you left, it became brutal, even moreso than usual. I started becoming terrified to even let him go to school at one point. They were just..." The woman shuddered, thoughts of the things they had done to Spencer crossing her mind. "It was just terrible."

"So Spencer never saw the letter.' William knew it wasn't a question even as it escaped his own lips. He wished that it was, though, because he couldn't stand the possibilty that what Annabelle saying was true.

"William, you don't know who wrote those letters-whoever it was wasn't the cause of your son's...you son's depression, but whoever wrote that letter wanted to hurt him, and I;m positive that Annabelle knows who it is." Hotch said, keeping his voice low and calm.

"It's true, William. I know who tried to hurt your son." Annabelle nodded.

Still trying to recover from the news he had recieved about Spencer not finding the letter, William just nodded his head, bracing himself for the next blow, all the while feeling like a complete idiot for not figuring it out sooner.

Annabelle let out a shaky breath as she turned her gaze to William. Quietly, she took his hands and spoke gently. "I... I know who sent Spencer the letter, but I wasn't certain it was him until now. The man was a patient at my old adult therapy center, and he had first came to me because he had started to develop feelings for the kids at the school he worked at. I wanted to tell the police, but I was legally obliged not to unless such a case like this came up." Annabelle started.

"How do you know our UnSub is this man?" Hotch asked.

"The letters- he had to write letters as part of his therapy. In the letters, he was free to write about whatever he wanted to whoever he wanted. Most of the time, it was to the parents of kids he addressed as 'the red-haired girl' or the 'black-haired boy'. They were a tool to help him develop a conscious and to show him what would happen if he acted on his fantasies." Annabelle replied.

"What fantasies?" WIlliam frowned, although he had a feeling he knew exactly what she was talking about.

"Forcing children to kill themselves."

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"Welcome back, Dr. Reid."

Spencer Reid frowned as he squinted his eyes open, blocking out some of the harsh light. He felt groggy and drugged and immediately his eyes glanced toward his arm. 'Thank god,' he thought, 'it was only part of the halucination.'

"You had us quite worried, and your friends, too." the black-haired nurse smiled. "I'm glad you seem to be doing better."

"Are they here?" Reid asked, earning a nod from the nurse.

"They'll be in in just a second; just let me take this one last vial of blood and then I can send them in." Reid bit his lip as the needle entered his skin, and he tried his best not to think about Tobias Hankel as he felt it extract the blood. Finally, she pulled it out and squirted it into a vial with his name on it. "Would you like to see them?"

"Uh...sure." Reid nodded. The nurse nodded her head before leaving the room. He knew that his team would want an explanation, and although he still didn't quite have one, he knew they'd be suspecious if he didn't let them visit him. In the end, he knew it'd be best if he just let them in.

"My baby!" a female voice cooed as she entered the room. "They better be feeding you!"

"Hi Garcia." Spencer smiled. He tried not to show her his discomfort as she reached out to hug him, pratcially squeezing him to death. A much more subtle knock on the door diverted his attention though, and his smile grew as he saw Greg, Morgan, and Prentiss walk in.

"Down girl, give him some room to breathe!" Morgan joked, running to the kid's rescue. Garcia relunctantly moved over so the others could visit.

"Hey Pretty Boy, I hope you're feeling better." Morgan said with a playful ruffle to his hair.

"Hi Reid; we missed you." Prentiss offered, knowing Reid would be glad to have at least one person play it more down-low. Greg offered a shy smile and a wave, and it was obvious even to Reid that something was on his mind.

"What did I miss?" Reid asked.

"Jack-squat." Morgan lied. "And even if there was, we wouldn't be able to tell you."

"Why not?" Reid frowned.

Morgan stared at his friend incredulously, as if challenging Reid to dare lie to him again. "We know about the letter, kid, so don't dare try to lie."

This time, Reid looked truly puzzled, and just as he went to open his mouth, Greg's cell phone went off. "Sorry guys." he mumbled as he left the room. Reid waited until Greg left to continue, this time changing focus a little.

"What's up with Greg?"

"Something went down between him and Asiley, but no one's sure just what." Morgan sighed.

"The kid must've screwed up big time." Prentiss muttered. "The boss has been calling him nonstop." Reid just nodded.

"Why didn't you tell us about the letter?" Morgan asked, switching gears again. But once more, Spencer just frowned. "Kid, it's okay; just...just tell us about it now, okay?"

"Morgan, I assume you're talking about those letters that the UnSub sent his victims, but I honestly have no idea what that has to do with me. I never got one!" Reid hissed.

"Reid, we don't have time for this-" Prentiss started, but the sound of Greg reentering the room diverted her attention. Greg sighed as he entered the room, flipping his phone shut. "What is it Greg?" she asked.

"He...he doesn't know." Greg said.

"But William said that Reid..." Morgan trailed off when he realized what Greg was talking about.

"Oh no..." Prentiss gasped, her eyes fluttering from Greg to Reid.

"Yeah." Greg nodded.

"Would someone tell me what's going on?" Reid shouted, flustered.

Morgan and Prentiss exchanged concerned looks with Greg, who too looked saddened. Walking closer to Reid, Greg started to explain. "Your dad came forward with a letter, saying that you had tried to act on it. Well, Annabelle came foward too, and she just admitted that you never saw the letter."

Reid was now thoroughly confused; he had gotten a letter? Why did his father think he saw it...Oh. Reid now knew what they were talking about, and he nervously bit his lip, unsure how to proceed.

"Why didn't you tell anyone, Spencer?" Greg asked, a frown on his face.

Suddenly, Spencer felt dizzy, and his head started pounding again. His vision blurred, and no matter how hard he tried to refocus, everything around him still spun. "I...I don't...know..." he mumbled, unable to support his body anymore. He slouched until he was completely off the bed's headrest. He whimpered as the aching grew, and before he knew what had happened, he was screaming again.

"Nurse!" Morgan called out. Almst immediately, the black-haired nurse returned and approached Reid. As she reached out to him, the screaming stopped, and he was dead to the world again. "What just happened?"

"This is was happened before he went into a coma last time, but he didn't scream. He's still breathing normally, and his heart rate is fine, though. I'm pretty sure he'll be okay. My best guess says he's halucinating again." she sighed.

"How long has this been happening?" Greg asked.

"Since you admitted him." she replied. "We're pretty sure we know what is causing this, but we have to wait until the results come back to be sure."

"Well, what do you think it is?" Prentiss asked.

The nurse sighed; she knew that she wasn't allowed to tell anyone but immediate family about these things, or, in Reid's case, the medical contact, but it was obvious that his co-workers were very close to him, and the results could also lead to a possible threat on someone's the rules slip this once, she nodded her head. "It's rare, but there is a type of chemical posioning that can cause sudden but short-term coma, hallucinations, and heart failure. Now, this particular substance is most commonly liquidized and powderized and is put in common household cleaning items, most commonly, herbisides and fertilizers. This chemical is caused Ammonium Sulfamate, and we believe that this is what is causing your friend's illness. Someone slips it into his drink and mixes it until tasteless, and he'd never know. Due to the severity of his symptoms, we also believe that this person was smart about it and posioned him multple times."

"So someone was slipping fertilizer into Reid's coffee?" Garcia frowned.

"Yes, we believe so."

"Damn it." Morgan muttered. "And I think I know who it is."

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I didn't know if I could open my eyes, and I didn't even want to try. I laid still and quiet until it came to me, knowing better than to provoke it from the last few 'memories'. I suddenly felt a poke on my back, and I finally allowed myself to open my eyes. I frowned as I did so, because I was laying in the middle of a football field with my legs tied together.

"How could you have forgotten, Spencer?"

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Duh, duh, duuuh! Almost done folks! Thnx for hanging in there!