Chapter 32

I don't own Criminal Minds. I am sorry if the last chapter was a bit confusing on why he was going to run but if you read back to chapter 8ish it might make more sense. Also do you know what was in the Bruka and why is it so strong? Please continue to read the story. It will hopefully unravel soon!

"Excuse me, Mr Rossi and Miss Garcia. Have you seen Mr Reid anywhere?" A doctor asked. He stood in the doorway of Garcia's hospital room. He was quite young but looked very concerned. Rossi and Garcia was worried but Garcia was still sobbing over Morgan. "No, why?" Rossi asked the young doctor. The doctor looked from side to side and then looked directly at Rossi and whispered "Well one of the senior doctors let him go to the toilet and no-one has seen him since."

Rossi looked really worried and asked "How long ago was this?" "About half an hour ago." The young doctor answered. "How long have you been looking for him?" Rossi asked. "About five minutes why?"

Rossi looked at Garcia and said "You won't find him in this hospital. If he isn't in the most obvious places here you won't find him on sight. He is too clever for that. He will be long gone by now. Why did the previous doctor want him?"

"I really shouldn't be telling you this sort of information,"

"Tell us now or else we can't help you find him," Rossi shouted at him.

"Please don't tell my supervisors that I have told you this. Please. A police woman wanted to do a blood test on him but needed a doctor to do it for her. It had something to do with drugs or something like that. Apparently they found some evidence of drugs misuse and had to test it against two people's blood. I know that Mr Reid was one of those people. I think the other one was you Miss Garcia." Garcia hid her embarrassment and shame that the blood sample and drugs had been found behind a façade of tears.

The doctor left the room. He needed to search Reid's hospital room and in a couple of toilets in a few of the floors of the hospital. It left Rossi and Garcia alone again in the room. Rossi made sure no doctors were in earshot of their conversation. "So are you going to tell me what the doctor meant?" Rossi asked.

She looked like a sad puppy and said "I am sure we just saved Reid from doing anything like that. But he forgot everything that had happened the previous day. I don't know what he was drinking but it seemed to do a good job at making him forget. I am sorry I can't tell you anything else. Morgan probably knew much, much more than I ever did about this but he isn't alive now. The only one who is alive who can tell you anything more is Reid himself! I don't know where he is nor do you. So we are stuck. Aren't we?" Rossi nodded in disappointment. He knew that Reid wouldn't give himself up easily. "Wait, doesn't he have an aunt or something which lives in Vegas too?"

Garcia nodded. "Come on then. We have to find her and him," Rossi said but Garcia interrupted him "I can't leave the hospital. They haven't given me my release forms."

"Ok I will ask the doctor if he can release you and then we will find her." They both nodded and Rossi ran to catch up with the young doctor. Hopefully he would release Garcia and they would find Reid before he did anything more stupid.

I ran as far as I could but I knew I would be found if I didn't get a vehicle soon. At least if I was driving or being drove I would be faster than if I was just running. Luckily I saw an empty yellow taxi. I got into the back seat and saw the fat, ugly driver smoking away in the front. He gruffed "Where do you want to go?"

I said "Can you take me 12 Grelong Boulevard please?" He nodded and started to drive. I just hoped once I got there no police were swarming around my aunt's house.

The taxi drive was quite quiet. I liked it. The driver didn't ask any questions, he didn't say useless gossip; he didn't even turn on the radio. The only thing he did say was "Where do you want to go?" and "$15". The drive was nice like that. It didn't really stop me worrying about the police catching me but it did help me to think! The car suddenly stopped outside my Aunt Ethel's house. "$15" The driver said. I handed over $15 and a tip of about $2.50. I think he liked that.

The house looked exactly like it did the time I came to visit her which was about five years ago. The house was white and had flower pots full with an abundance of flowers outside all of the flowers. I knocked on the white wood door. A little, fat, old woman answered it. She was wearing gold, reading glasses and was wearing brown trousers and a green T shirt. "Spencer, is that you?" She asked.

"Yes, Aunt Ethel." I answered.

"Come in. We have to catch up. I only get a few phone calls a year from you and the last time you came to visit was at least two years ago. So how have you been?" Aunt Ethel said. She waved me inside. It was as if I was a celebrity guest. She offered me tea and biscuits but I declined them both. "So Spencer, why have you come to see me today? It seems so out of the blue. I know your mother has died but I am just wondering why come today when your mother died about a week ago?" I looked down in shame. I knew this question would inevitable come from her. It would come from anyone, I think. I had to answer truthfully. I didn't want to lie to her. "Ok, aunt. I have done something I really shouldn't have done. Don't worry I haven't killed anyone or anything like that outside my job. But the police are looking for me. I am sure of it. I need to hide somewhere. You are my only relative which is first alive and second will look after me for a short while. Can I hide somewhere in your home please? I swear it will only be for today. I think the police will try to look for me in Vegas but tomorrow I am going to drive to Quantico. It will be risky I know but that's where my job, home and friends are. But saying that by the time I get home, I will have lost my job and most of my friends. My life is turning from bad to end of the world bad!" I started to sob. "Spencer, Spencer, Spencer. Sure you can stay with me for however long you want but I am sure your friends won't just disown you because you have lost your job. Maybe this has just been a big misunderstanding and you won't lose your job in the end. Anyway you are so super clever you will be able to find a different job in a heartbeat. Go on go to the spare room and do whatever you need to do. We can catch up later over dinner if you like. You know where everything is? Don't you?"

I nodded and whispered "If the police knock please tell them that I am not here if they ask whether you have seen me. Ok?"

She nodded and said "You best go and hide then, fugitive!" She laughed and I ran up the stairs.

Basically as soon as I got into the spare room, I heard a knock at the door. I needed to hide somewhere very quickly. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the built in wardrobe. It was quite big. It was the perfect place to hide. I slide open one of the doors and got inside. I hid myself in the corner of the wardrobe and made sure clothes hide most of my body. There were some boxes on the floor of the wardrobe so I pulled them nearer to my feet. Now my body was completely hidden.

"Hello, Mrs Asoft. Have you seen this man?" A police woman held up a photo of Reid. Ethel shook her head "No. I haven't seen Spencer in at least two years. I haven't heard from him in at least two months."

The police woman nodded and said "Ok Mrs Asoft. If you hear or see Mr Reid anywhere just call me on this number. Ok?" The woman gave Ethel a business like card as she nodded and said "Ok. I hope he is alright. Why are you looking for him?" The woman looked to the side and said "Well he has to have a blood/DNA test. I can't tell you why but anyway he ran away from the hospital. We believe he could be very dangerous. Just call us if you see him or hear from him. Goodbye Mrs Asoft."

Ethel replied "You know he could never hurt anyone without a really good reason to hurt them. Goodbye." Ethel closed the door behind the woman and wondered how much she really knew Spencer. Could he really hurt another human being? Could he really be dangerous? No, no he couldn't. He is a sweet child who might have lost his way a little bit being in the F.B.I. He couldn't hurt a fly let alone a person! She thought.

Then there was another knock at the door. Was the woman back again? Ethel really didn't want to speak to her again!