Hey everyone, here is the next chapter for you all. I hope you like this chapter. I've tried to make this nice and long for you all. I know you all like a nice long chapter. Here is the trial. I've done it the way I have because I'll be honest, I only know some stuff about American trials. It isn't completely accurate but I do hope it is okay. I know, I was quite evil with what I did but as Namira pointed out. It's something permanent that he can't ever overcome. The one thing he'll never get back from the monster. Reid's letter being read to the court is long but not too long, imagine he has quite big writing. I do now because of my hands. Enjoy and I really hope you review. I promise a nice long chapter tomorrow too if you do.
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Morgan came back up the stairs, two hours later. He found a few pages of paper neatly folded three times with string keeping it together with a message on top. Morgan picked up the piece of paper and read the words.
I don't want you to read this till the trial. Please, promise me that you'll only read it in court. I want them to know what he truly has done to me.
Please leave me alone. I will accept food left outside but I need to stay alone to process things.
I'll talk when I'm ready. After a year of being alone with that monster, I need some alone time with myself. Don't force me to do things I don't want to do.
I love you all and I know you are there but I need time alone.
Spencer
Picking up the other pages, he stared at the door. "Just call if you need anything, kid."
He walked back down the stairs where Blake still sat in his kitchen. JJ had gone home after Will needed help with the baby and Henry. Rossi had come over an hour ago to check on Reid.
"How is he?" Blake asked.
"Reid doesn't want anyone to disturb him. He wants some alone time. Here, read this," Morgan said as he put the letter on the counter. Blake and Rossi leaned over and read the letter quickly. They looked back to him. He held up the small bundle of paper. "I estimate that there are about three pages here. Like he said, he doesn't want any one to read it till the trial in two days. I think I'm going to make him some food. He'll accept it if I leave it outside his door."
"He's just had a hard shock," Rossi said before sighing. "I thought he could have a family and a normal life once we got him past every thing that Lincoln did. God, I can't imagine how he is feeling."
"None of us can," Blake said. "Lincoln keeps putting him through this psychological torture and it isn't fair."
Reid sat in his room, eating the McDonald's that Morgan had left outside his door. He couldn't help but let out a small smile when he found a cupcake in there. A cupcake that only one woman had the recipe to. Writing the letter had made him feel better. Some parts he had struggled to write, but it felt comforting to have his own words on the paper. He had written three full pages and he hoped that his words made some difference.
Lincoln sat in the back of the prison van as he got transferred for his trial. He knew the whore wouldn't be at the trial but he had his memories of his time with him.
He enjoyed watching Spencer as the young man struggled in his arms. He dragged him into the living room and placed him on the couch. Ripping out the gag, he smashed his lips into Spencer's lips and made sure his touch was felt. He came away and unbuckled his belt. After a month, the young man was learning how to take it properly.
"Please, don't," Spencer cried. "Please, no."
He quivered with excitement as he heard the boy cry. He rolled him to his stomach and began.
"Ah!" Spencer cried out. He began his session with his whore. He buried Spencer's head against the couch and watched him cry out with each movement.
"Lincoln!" the prison guard called, snapping him out of the memory. Lincoln cursed the guard and knew if he had a knife, he'd put it to good use.
Morgan and Hotch sat in the court. Both of them watched the bustle around them as every one seated themselves. They were both being called up as witnesses and Reid's letter given to the prosecutor.
"Please stand for Judge Black," a bailiff called out. Every one in the court seated themselves after they got instructed to, the jury all took their places. The judge came into the room and sat down.
"We are here today for the trial of Lincoln Peters. Please bring in the defendant."
Morgan brought his hands into fists as he watched the guards lead Lincoln into the room, being placed next to his lawyer.
"Lincoln Hanson," Judge Black began. "You are here today to face charges that are both serious and horrific in their nature. You're charged with the murder of seven men. Six of who you kidnapped and killed in your own home. One believed to be your accomplice in another matter. You are also charged with the kidnap of Timothy Farrow . You're charged with the kidnapping Dr Spencer Reid, subjecting him to multiple rapes and sexual assaults as well as torturing him, drugging him and holding him against his will for a year. You are also charged with the attempted murder of Dr Spencer Reid. How do you plead to these charges?"
"Not guilty," Lincoln said with a smirk.
Morgan grabbed Hotch's arm when he noticed his boss almost charge out of his seat. "Don't, Hotch."
Hotch sat back and calmed himself down.
"Prosecution, please step forward and present your case."
The prosecution lawyer was a man called Gregory Kreve. Hotch had looked at his record and it was a good one.
"Members of the jury," Gregory said. "Lincoln Peters, is a man who has brought pain and misery to many people. His victims and their families have all suffered. I am here today asking that they get justice for what has been done to them. There is one victim in particular that has suffered at his hand that I want to bring to your attention. Dr Spencer Reid."
"Dr Spencer Reid had a normal life and was, in fact, a respected member of the FBI's behavioural analysis unit."
"Objection!" the defendant called out. "Relevance?"
"Credibility of a witness," Gregory said back.
"I'll allow," the judge nodded.
"Spencer got taken from his home by force and taken to Lincoln Peters home. For a year, subjected to physical, psychological and sexual abuse. Raped on countless occasions, beaten at points within an inch of his life and had other victims forced upon him."
Gregory walked to the table and took a letter from the table. "This has already been entered into evidence. This is a letter, written by Dr Spencer Reid, two days ago. He could not come here personally. I want to read this to you all so you can know, in Spencer's words, what truly happened and how it has affected him."
He opened the letter, surprised that the defence had not objected.
"To the court, my name is Dr Spencer Reid. I am writing this as a statement for placement in the evidence against the monster. I cannot speak his name and I will only write it once. The monster is Lincoln Peters. He is the monster to me and he always will be. I had a normal life before he kidnapped me and held me in what I can only remember as hell. I had a family, a family consisting of my team members from the BAU. They are still my family now but I know I can never be the same man I once was to them. For over a year, the monster subjected me to regular beatings. He used tools ranging from his fists, his belt and other objects that you will see in photographed evidence. He used them all on me and I felt nothing but pain and fear when he did. I wish I could say he only beat me, but I can never say that. He raped me on more occasions that I can count. I lost count in the end. He degraded me into nothing more than a piece of meat to use for his own pleasure. Before he took me, I was a virgin and I'm not ashamed to admit that. I had not found the right person yet and I felt it was something precious to keep. He took it away from me when he raped me. He took my innocence."
Gregory continued as he briefly looked to the judge and jury.
"He made other men rape me, if they didn't, they would've been killed with the gun he put to their head. I don't blame Lincoln's other victims who raped me. They had no choice. They were, in my view, raped themselves."
He turned to page two.
"I can't sleep at night because of what he has put me through. I wake up, screaming for my friends to help me. He starved me at times and forced me to do unspeakable things for food. I have to live the rest of my life knowing what I did. Before, I thought I understood human behaviour. I'll never understand the things that happened to me but I do understand that the scars I have, both physical and mental will never disappear. The only thing keeping me alive is my family and how happy I am to be with them again. They will forever be my family but I can never truly have one that comes from me. I recently found out that the monster had hidden drugs in my food. I am now infertile due to those drugs and I can never have children. I had always hoped one day to have a child and it was a goal I wanted to achieve. It gave me direction for my recovery and now I don't have that goal. My only goal now is to write this and hope that it helps. He has taken too much from me and he has taken too much from the families of the victims. He also took something from my family. He took me."
He turned to the last page.
"I can't say his name because it brings fear into my heart, it brings forth the memories that will never go away or the pain that comes with them. He has done too much evil in this world and I fear that if he stays on it, he'll do more. He has threatened to come for me and hurt me again. I won't survive if he manages to do so. I cannot survive any more abuse and my mind can not take the trauma of being raped again. I don't know if these words will do anything but these are my words, not his. I refuse to be his puppet. I was a puppet for a year, where he pulled the strings and controlled every thing I did. He took everything from me, and now, I have to fight to get some of it back. He has taken away any hope of me ever having a normal relationship with someone special, having a child of my flesh and blood and of ever having a life where I don't have scars from his abuse.
"For those listening to these words, I hope that they help convicting this monster. To allow a monster such as him to be kept on this Earth, is cruel to his surviving victims and cruel to people he could hurt in the future. I wanted you to read these words because while my mind is scared and my voice small now, I wanted to show the monster that he won't control the rest of my life. He'll only control the memories he holds of me in his mind. For every pleasure he had, he had tears from me."
"My name is Spencer Reid and these are my words. Don't let me feel more fear. If I have a future, I want it without fear of him hiding in the shadows. Thank you for taking the time to listen to these words."
Morgan wiped his cheek as tears came down. He looked over and watched Hotch do the same.
Reid laid down in the bed, he looked to the clock and knew that the trial was going on. He had not left the room in two days, he had a connecting bathroom and the team put food outside his door. He closed his eyes and hoped that his words helped. He felt his mind go back. He didn't want to go back.
He laid on the floor, he couldn't move a muscle and he knew his food must have had drugs in. He couldn't fight and it scared him. His eyes widened as he felt something cold below. He recognised it as a beer bottle. The monster came beside him. On the edge of his vision, he saw the monster's arms moving.
"How does it feel?" he smiled. "You seem a little quiet."
Reid's eyes watered as he realised his body moved faster.
"I like you like this. Obeying me by being so still, but your eyes still so expressive." The bottle disappeared and hands grabbed around his ankles. They began to drag him to the bedroom.
He snapped out of the memory when he heard a baby crying. Getting out of bed, he slowly opened the door and faintly heard Will calling from the downstairs bathroom. Will was obviously using the bathroom and little Spencer had begun to cry. Reid made his way downstairs and found the baby in a car seat. He picked up the baby. Little Spencer stopped crying and Reid began to make soothing noises. He held the baby against his chest. He heard the toilet flush and the sound of taps. Will came out of the bathroom and immediately saw them. "Spence."
"I'm sorry but I heard him crying," Reid said.
"That's okay," Will smiled. "You came out of your room."
"Yeah, I guess I did," he said back. "Can I hold him for a little while?"
"Of course," Will nodded before pointing to the baby now asleep comfortably against Reid's chest. "Besides, I don't think he wants to leave you. JJ will come by later with Henry. He's got an after school club and then she's going to treat him to his favourite food. I'm here to help you. Do you want anything?"
"I'm okay for now," Reid said before he walked to the couch and sat down. The baby didn't stir.
"I really want a cup of coffee. I'm going to make a cup. Keep an eye on him for me."
Reid nodded. Will went into the kitchen.
He looked down at the baby and stroked the small amount of hair on his hand. Reid's eyes welled up and his heart ached. "I wanted to have one of you."
Morgan and Hotch came back into the court room. They had been on the stand and given their statements against Lincoln earlier. The jury had also been shown all the evidence, including footage of Lincoln raping Reid, something that Hotch and Morgan couldn't watch and had stepped outside for. Lincoln's lawyer had accepted defeat and had not fought against the prosecution. Lincoln didn't seem to care. The jury had only taken two hours to come forward with a verdict.
Hotch and Morgan waited as the jury filed back in the room. One of them stood up.
"Has the jury come to a verdict?"
"We have, your honour," the woman said. "On all charges, we find the defendant, Lincoln Peters, guilty."
"Defendant, please rise," Judge Black ordered.
Lincoln stood, a horrible smirk still on his face. "Lincoln Peters, you have been found guilty on all charges put against you. You have damaged the lives of many people and traumatized a young man who had a bright future ahead of him until you subjected him to horrific abuse. I, hereby sentence you to death. You will be held on death row until such an execution date is set."
Judge Black hit her gavel down. "Court dismissed."
JJ and Henry came to the door, JJ opened it with her key. Will immediately greeted her. "Henry, be really quiet and JJ, come see this."
She walked around the corner and put her hand to her chest. Reid sat on the couch, cradling her baby son and feeding him a bottle.
"He's out of his room," JJ smiled.
"I had just come in earlier. I was using the bathroom and the baby began to cry. I came out a few minutes later and found Reid soothing the baby. I guess it just took the cry of his godson to get him out."
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