Implicated…A cinny-ster fic
A Lamb to Slaughter
This is a short chapter only because chapter 14 must stay intact.
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 and run with 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. With out the reader and the reviews I would never do this, so Thank You from the bottom of my heart!
Cinny
A Lamb to Slaughter
Chapter 13
As soon as Hotch and Morgan got together Hotch told him what was up. "Rossi is bringing you a new phone and we are going to meet here. Rossi and Anderson will go talk to the women who called the tip line and I would like you to take Emily and JJ over to the shops and see what you can find out over there." Morgan nodded.
"Morgan, allow me to deal with Detective Uhl please."
"He didn't do his Job, Hotch. Had he listened to that girl in the beginning Lori Brenner might still be alive. You make sure you tell him that!"
"No need to tell me anything, Agent Morgan."
"Your boy is going into holding right now until we can meet with the judge over your request to give him special privileges."
"Listen you Son of a Bitch, if anything thing happens to him…"
Hotch cut him off, "You better not have put him in general population Uhl or I will have your ass handed to you on a silver platter."
A guard led Reid down a hall that had cells on the right and a concrete wall on the left. Small rectangular shaped windows with bars over them were located high on the wall, letting in harsh light. Everything was painted the color of pea soup and it almost made Reid sick to his stomach. As he was being led to the cage at the end of the narrow hall the men in the cells made cat call whistles at him. He was hand cuffed and the guard made Reid walk on the inside so he was closest to the bars.
"Hey put the pretty boy in here, we'll show him what it feels like to be raped."
Reid took a sideways glance at the man who said that. He was large and menacing he had a scar on his chin and a tear drop tattoo. He killed a man out of revenge, gang members mark themselves with a tattoo that tells others how many they killed and why they killed them. He tried to stop the statistics from running through his mind but it was like trying to stop a flood with a tissue.A man reached out and ran his fingers through the ends of Reid's hair and he jumped, almost falling backwards. The guard pulled his arm roughly. "Keep walking!"
The man that touched him blew kisses at Reid. "You like that pretty boy." He kept talking saying vulgar things to Reid. They put him into the cell alone. That didn't stop the men from yelling obscenities at him. Saying they were going to do thing to him that made Spencer's skin crawl. Hurry Hotch please. Reid silently begged.