Implicated…A cinny-ster fic

Reid leaves the coffee shop and runs into a young girl who needs his help only to find himself in a heap of trouble.

As always I do not own any part of CBS, ABC, Criminal Minds or the characters of the show. All original characters are of my own imagination and any resemblance to living or deceased persons is purely coincidental. For entertainment purposes only.

And a huge "thank you" to a special person who fed this monster and inspired this story. Thank you for letting me have the initial idea of charging Reid with the crime and allowing me run with it in my own cinny-ster way!

And big time thanks to all of you, (you know who you are) who help me daily with reading and suggesting helpful ways to improve the stories I attempt to write. Without the reader and the reviews I would never do this, so Thank You from the bottom of my heart!

Cinny

Terror and Accusations

Chapter 2

He was preparing her to be dumped. She was already so far out of it she couldn't stand on her own. He had just given her an injection so he had twenty to thirty minutes before she would start to wake up. Loading her into the car wasn't too much of a problem because he liked small girls. Besides he kept them just conscious enough that it was like they were drunk. He drove for a few miles knowing exactly where he would take her. It was an ideal spot. No one ever went back there and when they did they never questioned a drunk girl with a guy. He parked, leaning over the seat and the girl; opening her door from the inside, shoving her out of the car. She moaned as her head hit the concrete. She wasn't moving when he came around the front of the car, and he wondered if he had given her too much medicine. He picked her up and barked at her to stand; she moaned but did as he said. She wobbled and he held her as she took a few staggering steps. When she was far enough away from his car he gave her a shove. She fell forward landing hard on her knees before falling face first into a bag of trash. He drove away satisfied, she would never know what hit her.

Megan was waking up and her head hurt. She tried to sit up, bracing herself, putting her hand onto the ground, she landed in something wet. The slick feel made her stomach turn and she could smell something disgusting. She couldn't focus on what it was. Yanking her hand back, she toppled over landing on her side. The cool concrete on her face alarmed her and she could hear something, noises, like dishes clanging together and voices. But she couldn't tell what they were saying. She listened, there was a word she understood, a curse word, but it was in Spanish. Someone was talking in Spanish, no arguing in Spanish. She struggled to get her bearings it didn't make sense. Megan tried to sit up again and when she was successful she looked around. He vision was very cloudy and she was only able to focus on things right in front of her. Off to her right she could see a green dumpster, overfull with garbage on the ground all around it. She realized it was closer than she first thought. "I should move." She spoke out loud, her words sounding strange to her. She tried her legs to see if she could stand. There was a small loading dock behind her with a set of stairs leading to a screen door. That is where the Spanish argument was going on. Oh it's a kitchen. Megan thought.

Using the steps to help get her balance she slowly stood up. Something flashed in her memory and she could hear herself scream. She shook her head, causing a wave of nausea. She leaned heavily on the edge of the stairs retching over the side until there was nothing left in her stomach. She must have had too much to drink. Where were her friends? Where was she? She didn't know. The memory of laughing and loud music fluttered at the edge of her conscious thoughts. She was becoming aware of how much her body hurt and she knew she must have had sex, because she was irritated in that area, but for the life of her she couldn't remember it. There was a strange burning on her wrist, her knees and palms throbbed. She touched the raw flesh of the inside of her wrist, it was red and bleeding. The other one was too. Tears came flooding to her eyes and she was scared for the first time since she woke up here. She managed to get her feet moving stumbling towards the street on her left. It seemed to be a mile away. She staggered towards it. She had to get there, had to get someone to help her. Her head hurt and she put her right hand up, her hair was sticky. She looked at her palm again and it was covered in blood, she panicked. Wiping her hand on her shirt she noticed that too was covered in blood and it was ripped. "What happened to me? Someone help me, please!" Up ahead cars drove by, she knew if she could get there they would see her and she prayed someone would help.

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Reid was glad he got out of the coffee shop when he did. He didn't really want company and he really didn't want to be questioned about Morgan. But when she asked him out he panicked. He turned right, onto a down town street and a girl stumbled out of a side road into the path of his car. He slammed on the breaks stopping just in time. "Shit!" he didn't see her. Had he hit her? He got out of the car quickly. "Are you alright?" he shouted as soon as his feet hit the ground. He ran to the front of the car, she was lying there, trying to get up. Spencer reached for her, helping her to her feet. She had a wild look in her eyes. "Are you ok?" She pitched forward and Reid caught her, steadying her. She looked at him, holding onto his forearms.

Megan was trying to focus on his face but her mind was still to hazy to focus on anything in great detail. A memory flooded her mind of a man holding her down and smiling at her. Evil, he was evil, even though he smiled.

Her eyes opened wide and Spencer could see fear mixed with confusion in them.

"Hey, you are ok. Everything is going to be alright. Come, sit down. I'll call someone for you. You're going to be fine." He soothed. He knew she was terrified and the way she starred at him now made him wonder if she was really seeing him or someone else.

He assessed her injuries, she was black and blue and dried blood covered her in various places He knew that those were not from his car. She looked like someone really beat her badly and her wrists had rope burns on them,

"Come on, it's ok." Reid slowly began to pull her towards his car, afraid she would dart into traffic again. He opened the car door and she leaned heavily on him.

Megan listened to his voice and even though it didn't seem to make much sense to her she felt like he was taking care of her. She let him, he kept talking and she was glad for that.

"What's your name? Tell me what happened?"

As soon as Spencer got her to the passenger seat of his car he gently pushed her down into it. He wanted to make sure she was sitting and then he was going to get his phone. His bag was on the back seat behind the driver's side and he told her "I am going to get my phone. Stay here."

He was talking but her head swirled with confusing images. She leaned forward and Spencer caught her again before she tumbled out of the car. "Hey sit still, you almost fell!" He said it a bit too loud because she startled him.

His voice frightened her and when he put his hands on her something snapped inside of Megan. "Don't hurt me!" She screamed as she bolted from his car.

Spencer was caught off guard at first. He didn't expect her to try to run but when she did he chased her. A blast of a car horn came from a passing vehicle as it swerved nearly hitting Megan. Spencer grabbed her just in time, pulling her back, "You're going to get run over!"

A police car drove towards them and Spencer noticed it, breathing a sigh of relief. All he had to do now was make sure she didn't get away from him again and then she could get some help.

She swung at him screaming, "NO!" scratching his arms, but he held onto her tightly.

In her mind Megan saw her attacker. The drugs he had given her were making her confused. He grabbed her pulling her into a room that had a mattress in the middle of the floor and nothing else. He threw her onto it; the smell in that room was horrible. He yelled at her, "Stupid Bitch!" He hit her across the face and punched her. She cried as he tied her wrists behind her back and then he rolled her over to face him. He smiled at her. That damn smile. One minute he was screaming at her the next he was calm and smiling.

Megan fought with all her strength trying to break free from Reid. She pushed and he stumbled back a couple of steps but he never let go of her. She dug her nails into his arms and he only tightened his grip. "You're going to get run over by a car!" Spencer said again loudly, pleading with her.

The police cruiser stopped, the cop and detective stepped out of the car.

Megan screamed as she fought Spencer, "No, no let me go. Help! Somebody help me!"

"What is going on here?" The cop who was driving said.

Spencer didn't hear him; he was trying to keep her from hurting him and hurting herself in the process.

"He… he raped me!" She screamed. She fought him like a trapped wild animal. Not realizing that Spencer meant her no harm.

The policemen looked at the girl and noticed the blood and bruises. They saw the blood smeared on Spencer's clothing. Drawing their guns they ordered Spencer to let her go.

Megan lifted her knee quickly making contact with Spencer's groin. He released her and she stumbled back. Spencer bent forward in pain, sinking to his knees. The cop moved in tackling him, putting the cuffs on him quickly.

"Don't move! Detective Uhl said to Spencer. There was no way Reid was going anywhere. He leaned over lying on the ground with his hands behind his back, desperately trying to breathe as pain rocked his body and made him want to throw up. The cop that tackled Spencer went to Megan, who had fallen.

Spencer tried to speak but pain shot from his groin and stole his breath. He gasped and as soon as he could, he said through clenched teeth, "I'm FBI!"

The Detective lifted Spencer to his feet by grabbing his cuffed wrists and pulling him upright. The muscles of his abdomen tightened and Spencer whimpered in agony.

"You expect me to believe that you are FBI?"

"I am, check my wallet." Spencer said in a high pitched squeaky voice.

The other cop called an ambulance for Megan who was crying hysterically.

Uhl checked his pockets. "You don't have a wallet. What are you trying to pull?"

"My bag, in the…the car!"

"Enough!" He took Spencer to the cruiser and shoved him in the back seat.

"Call Aaron Hotchner my unit chief, please!" Detective Uhl slammed the door and tears stung Spencer's eyes.