Hopefully in this chapter you can see that what Charlie feels is fear but she's covering it up and trying to be badass marine chick. Also Spencer! You better watch out! Sorry I haven't updated in so long, firstly I have been busy with my life right now and also the weather has been phenomenal. Oh I also rewrote this like a million times, so yeah, enjoy...

DISCLAIMER! I DONT OWN CRIMINAL MINDS OR IT'S CHARACTERSI ONLY OWN LIEUTENANT CHARLIE MOSCOE HER BROTHER AND HER FATHER

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"You seem oddly calm for someone who was kidnapped." The interrogator said.

"Actually I'm not calm, I'm scared out of my friggin' mind, angry as all hell and I want some coffee since I'm going through caffeine withdrawals." Charlie answered calmly. Thanks to years of being in her Special Task Force team she knew how to hide her emotions when she was under deep stress.

Suddenly a man walked into the interrogation room, he was extremely expressionless.

"Hello Lieutenant Moscoe, my name is SSA Hotchner. Would you mind telling me what exactly happened 16 years ago?" Hotch asked.

"Not at all Agent, as much as I hate to delve into my past..." She muttered.

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Once again Derek and Penelope were sitting on either side of the unconscious form of Spencer Reid. He hadn't woken up yet and it had been about a half hour since they got here. All they heard was the occasional whimper of pain that slipped through the young genius' lips.

"Why would the doctor poison Reid?" Penelope whispered more to herself but Derek answered anyway.

"To keep us busy while he tries to find a place to hide his son and keep him safe."

"Are Hotch, Rossi and Seaver going to go to the doctor's home? I did give them the address."

"Yeah, they said they were going to split up, Rossi going to the doctor's home and Hotch interviewing the 13th victim."

Reid felt fuzzy, if there was a way to feel fuzzy that is. He couldn't exactly figure out where he was or how he got there. After having spent the past 4 or so days in a hotel bed he knew something was different about the one he was in now. Slowly he moved two of his fingers, and then he tried to move his arm which resulted in a flash of pain running through his muscles. He groaned from the unnerving feeling. He remembered how his stomach hurt, and how he threw up everything in his body, maybe even his internal organs. He also remembered the blood, how he coughed it up and how it tasted in his mouth. So metallic. Then he remembered something quite strange, Tobias Hankle? He was trying to give him drugs and he refused, but he kept asking, which was weird because he had never asked Reid if he wanted them.

Suddenly he heard voices; they were trying to coax him into waking up. But he didn't want to wake up; he wanted to stay in the dark unconscious abyss. But he had to do something, remembered, something important. He struggled against the heaviness of his eyelids. Finally he woke up. The first thing he realized was he was in a hospital. Second, Morgan and Garcia were sitting on either side of him looking relieved. But why would they be relieved? Didn't they know Tobias Hankle was still trying to drug him?

"Guys..." Reid managed to slur out. His brain was in a haze that almost felt like he was high, but he was in too much pain to be high.

"Reid, take it easy." Morgan said as he saw Reid trying to push himself into a sitting position.

"Tobias... He... He... He was here! I won't take his drugs! NO! Not again!" Reid tried to shout but it just came out as a hoarse whisper.

"What?" Garcia asked.

"Reid, man, Tobias is dead." Morgan told him putting the pieces together in his mind.

"Morgan? Didn't the doctor say Reid was going to be a little delusional because of the fever?" Garcia questioned quietly all the while Reid was muttering about not wanting drugs.

"Yeah she did. I think this is why Reid is refusing all types of pain medication; he keeps thinking that Tobias is giving it to him."

"Stop talkin' like I'm n-not here..." Reid muttered. He rolled over in his bed and cried out from the discomfort in his muscles. Hell on earth, holy crap this hurts, was all Reid could think at that moment. If he was rational he would have realized that taking some sort of pain medication would be a good idea, sadly with a fever as high as his he wasn't rational. As he looked around the room, the earth started to tilt and the walls were changing color. His eye lids started to fell heavy and once again he fell back into an unconscious state.

"When is that anti-toxin going to be completed?" Morgan muttered. Since Reid was refusing pain medication, and the antibiotics the doctors gave him for the fever weren't working that great, he was extremely delirious. He was thinking that Tobias was still there and was trying to drug him. Morgan sighed and leaned back in his chair.

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It had been 10 minutes since the SWAT team cleared Dr. Michaels' house. It had been 5 minutes since they discovered the dead body of said Doctor on the floor of the living room. He had been shot through the back of the head at 13:13 yesterday in military times. It was about 9:30 pm when Rossi called Hotch.

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"Hotchner." Hotch answered while still in the interrogation room with the young Lieutenant. They had barely started the interview.

"Yes...I see... Thanks Dave... Good idea, tell Morgan... Alright." Hotch said through the one sided conversation. Then he turned back to Charlie.

"Now where were we?"

"I was just about to tell you what happened while I was kidnapped, and how and why I ever told anyone." She answered trying and failing to keep her face expressionless. She took a deep breath trying to steady her emotions, knowing that it was going to be painful.

"Okay, so when I was a kid I loved to party, I skipped a lot of school so it wasn't uncommon for me to not be there. I turned 16 a month before they kidnapped me. I was drunk and was staggering home from some older guy's party. I didn't even notice their car when it pulled up beside me. I was stupid, plain and simple. They hit me with something, I wasn't sure what. When I woke up I was in this place. It looked all metal and my hands were in cuffs that were chained to the floor. There were 12 other girls with me. Apparently I was number 13." She stopped and took a breath to steady herself.

"We can stop if you..." Hotch began but was cut off.

"No I'm good." Another deep breath, "I noticed that all the other girls were acting weird. I realized soon enough that they were drugged when those guys came around with needles and started injecting them. I was last on their list. I told them I didn't want it, I didn't need it, that I'd do whatever they said. They ignored me and drugged me with the heroin. I soon came to a realization that I was the more insane one's favourite. He would come into the cell, or whatever it was, and he would hold me. Like he would stroke my hair and he always called me 'Precious.' It was not right." Already tears were threatening to leak out her eyes. She may be strong physically but emotionally she was cracked.

"The girls were being picked off in their order. 1-13. I heard 12 girls die! I can still hear their screams." She shuddered. "A day before each girl was killed they would stop shooting them up. Withdrawal is like a form of torture, it burns throughout your entire body, mind and soul. Also on that day, they'd brand us with our number, on our lower backs." Charlie slowly stood up and revealed her burn to Hotch. It was a burn mark of the number 13 in old script letters that almost looked to be handwritten.

"When they took me off the drug I didn't beg for it. I wasn't going to be like the others and beg for something that would give those sons of bitch's power. While they were busy with Bridget, er number 12 I guess, I found a bobby pin on the floor. One of the girls must have had it in her hair. I used it to open the chains. Obviously those idiots thought that none of us girls were smart enough to escape so they used cheap locks on our cuffs. It was almost too easy to break out of them." She paused.

"Where did you learn to pick locks?" Hotch asked, still slightly absorbed in her story.

"My older brother taught me when he was bored one day." She mumbled absent minded. "When I broke out Bridget, she was still screaming. Th-they r-raped the girls right before they killed them. I still feel guilty for surviving, for running the hell out of there. I got away b-but the others..." At that she started silently crying, allowing the tears to leak out of her eyes and drip down to her chin.

"Why didn't you come forward to tell anyone?" Hotch asked softly.

"I don't know, probably because I didn't want to embarrass my father. He was, and is, a hot shot marine General. I just couldn't let him know I was weak." Charlie cried. At that Hotch stretched a reassuring hand across the table and placed it on top of her's.

"You telling wasn't being weak, it was being strong." He told her, letting some warmth seep into his eyes. She looked back and gave a little smile. With her hand that wasn't being held she reached up and wiped away her tears.

"Okay, so what now?" She asked.

"Do you think you could identify the men who did this to you?" Hotch questioned.

"Yeah, I'll never forget those faces."

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"Morgan." Derek answered after he stepped out of Reid's room to take the call.

"Morgan, we know who the unsubs are for sure. Lillian Moscoe identified them as Terrance Michaels and Tyler Crane." Hotch said.

"Tyler Crane?"

"Yes he's been in and out of jail, and juvy when he was younger, psychiatrists identified him as a sociopath. He was in juvy for attempted rape." Hotch replied on the other line.

"What about the doctor?" Morgan asked as he heard Reid wake up again in the room. He also heard the sound of him retching. He cringed, feeling sorry for his surrogate little brother.

"He's dead, Rossi and Seaver found him in his living room. Gunshot wound to the back of the head."

"Whoa, do you think his son did it?"

"Most likely."

"So what..." Morgan trailed off when he heard a commotion coming from Reid's room. "Hotch I have to go, I'll call you back later." Morgan exclaimed as he shut his phone and practically sprinted back into the room. He saw Garcia trying to calm Reid down but as he saw the kid's face twist in agony it was obvious something was wrong. He quickly rushed over beside Reid and tried to hold him down. Reid's eyes snapped open.

"Morgan, it hurts! Make it stop!" He choked out. Reid's muscles were in burning amounts of pain and his throat once again began to bleed from the force of him dry heaving beforehand. He was coughing and sputtering up blood when a nurse and the female doctor came rushing in. Reid's eyes were rolling back into his head as more coughs shuttered through his throat.

"Please move Agent." The doctor ordered to Morgan. "Dr. Reid, if you can understand me, I'm going to give you the anti-toxin." The doctor told Reid, and with the nurse's help she got the anti-toxin into his blood stream.

"Agent?" She asked.

"Yes?" Morgan answered as he watched Reid's face, still distorted with pain.

"Can I give him pain medication? Nothing with a strong narcotic but something to make him feel comfortable?" Morgan could only nod as Reid cried out when another bout of pain ran through him. While the doctor got the pain medication ready Reid's eyes opened and stared directly at Morgan, but Morgan couldn't understand what Reid was trying to say to him through his eyes. The doctor injected Reid with the medication and immediately relief washed over his feature as his pain subsided. Garcia who was still sitting next to Reid finally relaxed her shoulders; maybe things would finally start getting better.

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"You killed your own FATHER! They're going to know it was us!" Tyler shouted to Terrance.

"It...It doesn't matter. I want my 13, I want her now." Terrance muttered back as the two men made their way to the storage container holding the 3 girls they had taken so far.

"Don't worry T; we'll get her back soon." Tyler said. He smiled as his perfect plan started forming in his head.

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Okay so there you have it. My super full of settings and random info and crazy shit. Poor Reid, I felt so bad for him when I wrote this chapter. Also Charlie, I actually had to read her entire monologue so i could figure out how to change the words to make her sound more victimy. Hopefully she sounds much more like a victim now that we've delved into her head. Also I didn't research any less narcotic pain drugs, I just sorta made it up, sorry if that's incorrect! Hope you enjoyed it and once again sorry for the slow update!