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Minor violence warning near the end.
Hotch exited the prison, he went and sat at the driver's seat of his vehicle for a moment before he pulled out his phone and dialed Garcia, he waited as patiently as he possibly could until she answered.
"What can the Supreme Goddess of Everything Technology do for you, boss man?"
"Garcia, I have a favor to ask; I need you to run a check on Ian Doyle." Aaron said as he started the engine.
"Sir?"
"I'll explain when I get there, just start that check for me."
"Okay, Hotch. Another thing, a case just came up, everyone's waiting for you before they begin."
"That's okay, Garcia, tell them they can brief me on the plane."
"But, sir, the case is right here in Quantico."
Hotch raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure about that? We've never really had a case directly in the town before."
"Positive, sir." Penelope said as she began to type away at her computers.
He sighed. "Okay, tell the team I'll be there in about twenty minutes."
"Of course. Oh, and I have one question."
"Yes?"
"How was Reid before you left him?"
"I think he will be fine. Hopefully he won't be in there for too long."
"We all have our fingers crossed about that." Garcia said. "See you when you get here."
"Alright, bye." Hotch flipped his phone shut and pulled onto the road. He really did hope that Spencer wouldn't be at the rehab very long, and he also hoped that he would be safe, with his father running free and all, and who knows what this Doyle person is like. Were they necessarily dangerous? Just how well did William know Doyle for the man to actually pay for his bail that he never should've been given in the first place? Aaron shook his head, it didn't make sense, and now he's got a case to focus on, but conveniently, it's right in Quantico, maybe he'll still have a chance to visit Spencer tomorrow as long as he and the team aren't too busy.
He eventually reached the FBI building and he pulled into the parking garage. He got out and headed for the elevators, wondering if Garcia found anything yet on Mr. Doyle. He stepped inside the car and pressed the button for the sixth floor and waited as the doors closed. Once he was up to where he needed to be, he headed straight for the conference room, as expected, the team were sitting at the table, minus Reid and Garcia. They were all in a light conversation until their boss arrived.
"Hotch, was Reid okay?" Morgan questioned.
"He was fine." The Unit Chief replied. "Let's get started." He motioned for JJ to start the briefing.
The blonde pressed a button on the remote and the screen showed a man with long brown curls, the team noticed instantly how he looked similar to their youngest, but they pushed that to the back of their minds. He was twenty nine year old Chris Matthews, he was nothing but a visiting tourist, but he was found in an alleyway with several stab wounds to the chest.
"A tourist?" Prentiss asked in disbelief. "We, the BAU, are asked to investigate the murder of a tourist?"
"This team has some of the best minds in the nation, and the crime was local, so we're close by." Derek explained.
Rossi pointed out the obvious signs of anger in the killing, and the fact that it was a stabbing, they shouldn't overlook the possibility of it being personal, however, JJ wasn't finished. There was a note left behind, but it read nothing but two letters. "W.R." Hotch froze once realization struck.
"W.R.?" Emily rubbed a finger over her chin. "Isn't that the initials of Reid's father?"
"Could just be a coincidence?" JJ suggested. "Besides, he's in prison."
"Not exactly." Aaron spoke, causing all heads to turn in his direction, a situation that would normally make Spencer uncomfortable. "I found out earlier that Mr. Reid was given bail, and someone paid for it."
"What?" Morgan stared at his leader as if he'd grown a second head.
"H-how did he- Who bailed him out anyway?" Prentiss stammered.
Hotch sighed. "Though I've never heard of him before, I was told that his name is Ian Doyle." Everyone soon had their own unique expression of shock and confusion, except Emily, who had immediately tensed upon hearing the name, fortunately for her, nobody noticed. "I'm having Garcia look him up already, he obviously has some connection with Mr. Reid to go as far as to pay for his bail." Prentiss felt the air around her become uncomfortably thick, she took a hard swallow and glanced around nervously. As Morgan had said, this team consists of some of the best minds in the country. And that can sometimes be a bad thing when you're surrounded by them and you know things that they shouldn't.
"Wait, so are we saying that Reid's father did this?" Emily asked, trying to get her mind off of her current thoughts.
"Or it could be this Doyle person doing the killing." Rossi pondered.
"W.R. Dave? A man with long, curly brown hair? It just seems way too convenient." Morgan added.
"And this happened after Mr. Reid was released on bail." Aaron grumbled.
"I think William Reid was definitely involved with this, some way or another." JJ said. Everyone nodded in silent agreement.
"Sir?" Everyone shot up to see Penelope standing at the doorway, fidgeting nervously.
"Yes, Garcia?" Hotch acknowledged.
"I regret to inform you that me and my usually superior hacking skills found nothing on Ian Doyle." She trembled. Emily instinctively breathed a sigh of relief.
"That's okay, keep searching though." The BAU leader instructed. Garcia nodded with a 'thank you' and she retreated back to her bubble. "Alright," He said. "Let's all head over to the scene and examine it, also interview any potential witnesses. Somebody may have seen something. I think we can all leave right now, as I don't think we'll be needing go bags." Everyone got up and left the BAU, they all had a good feeling who was responsible for this, but whenever they throw Ian Doyle into the mix, it get's a little more puzzling. They hurried as they exited the bullpen, knowing that Strauss would try and stop them from going because of the whole conflict of interest thing, she would deem the case too personal because one of them knows and is related to the possible unsub, even though that particular member isn't here, which is another thing they didn't want the Section Chief to know about. They were relieved once they reached the SUVs without incident, they split up and piled into the two large, black vehicles and drove to the awaiting crime scene.
On their way, Reid became stuck in everyone's minds. They truly felt bad for the young man, so much has happened to him in his life, and he's still putting up with a lot to this day. Having his unwanted biological father return to his life and actually attack him in his own home, well, former home was a lot to take in. And now the man is out of jail, and Spencer is probably at the rehab worried sick about what he might be up to. Thankfully, he didn't know the team was on a case right now where William was likely the culprit. He's dealing with enough stuff as it is, they didn't need to add to his already huge pile of burdens. Knowing Reid, he's probably belittling himself, feeling weak because of his respawned problem and the fact that his team knows about it. They hoped otherwise though, he's still very young, and they would never think cruelly of him, that was the last thing someone as innocent as him ever deserved.
He was their family, they care about him, after all, it's about time someone did. And so far, Hotch has been doing the best job out of all of them, not that they minded, just as long as their Spencer was getting the love of a father that had been so wrongfully taken from him twice already.
They arrived at the scene and got themselves into profiler mode, Hotch assigned everyone a task and they all got to work. The CSIs found a couple strands of hair along with some skin particles under the victim's nails, meaning that he fought back, or tried to. The evidence was sent to a lab to be examined so they could determine who it belonged to, the BAU had a good feeling who the unsub was, considering that note that read 'W.R.', which obviously stood for 'William Reid'. It all added up.
The DNA came back and sure enough, it belonged to Dr. Reid's father, the team wasn't surprised in the least however. Now all they had left was to find the man, and they still didn't know whether this Ian Doyle was a threat or not.
Well, with the exception of one.
But where might Mr. Reid be hiding out at? This crime just happened some time ago, so he couldn't have gone far. Unless Doyle had a place where he was staying at, they just didn't know. Morgan decided to call Garcia and see if she could find any homes or apartments under William's name, or even Doyle's names, no such luck.
They were at a stand still, they knew who the unsub was, Doyle didn't appear to be an actual accomplice of any kind, at least not within the tourist's murder. All Ian did was pay for William's bail, which wasn't technically a crime, so they didn't have any excuse to bring him in, they also didn't know how to contact him in anyway either. For now, they could take any focus they had off of Mr. Doyle and keep it solely on William, and finding him. But since they had nothing to go off on where he might have gone to, Hotch spoke with an officer to set up roadblocks within Quantico's limits. Mr. Reid was not going to leave the town.
The day went by with no other leads. Knowing that all they could do now is wait, everyone went home for the night.
Hotch entered his home to see Jack and Jessica eating pizza at the table. His biological son jumped off his chair and hugged him tightly.
"Hi daddy." He greeted.
"Hi buddy." Aaron patted the boy's head.
"You're home a little early." Jessica speculated. "I thought you were on a case."
"We are, it's local." Hotch explained. Jessica noticed his somber expression overlapping his usual stoic one. She told Jack to go wash up so they could have ice cream in a few minutes, the child eagerly obeyed and ran into the bathroom.
"What's wrong, Aaron?" She asked once she was certain Jack was out of earshot. Anything involved with a case wasn't really any of her business, but to see Hotch looking like that meant that it's something bad, and perhaps talking about it will help.
The BAU leader sighed, willing to comply with her question. " Dr. Reid, you know, Spencer, the agent of mine who lives here?"
"Yes?" She tensed, fearing the worst.
"His father's the unsub, or unknow-"
"Unknown subject, I know." Jessica finished. "His father?" She gaped. Hotch nodded. "He was the man that attacked you and him several months ago, wasn't he?"
"He is." Aaron confirmed.
"Well, I hope you find him."
Me too. He thought. "Thank you, Jessica, we're doing what we can."
Tomorrow was Sunday, but the case wasn't finished yet, Hotch offered Jessica to stay the night so she wouldn't have to get up early tomorrow, which she accepted. He suggested that she sleep in Reid's bedroom, since he wouldn't mind, and he wasn't even here, but she chose to take the couch.
Hotch grabbed his phone and dialed the rehab center's number, he hoped he wasn't calling after closing hours, but a receptionist answered. He requested to speak with Spencer, she put Aaron's call on the line that lead to the young doctor's quarters, Hotch waited until he heard a familiar voice on the other side.
"Hello?"
"Reid, how're you doing?"
"Oh, hey, Hotch. I'm doing great, I think."
"Good." He said. "The team and I are on a case right now, but it's right in Qunatico, so I should still find time to visit then. Maybe I could bring the others if you'd like."
"I'd like that a lot." Came a soft reply.
"I also called to tell you goodnight." Hotch admitted, he could almost see Spencer smiling on the opposite end of the line.
"Thank you, dad. Goodnight, and see you and hopefully the rest of the team tomorrow."
Aaron smiled. "Sleep well, son."
(Spencer Reid!)
William sat at the parking lot of his son's old apartment complex inside the vehicle he'd stolen, a pickup truck with a loaded horse trailer attached..At first it seemed like a good idea because nobody would be too suspicious of a truck and trailer, but had he known that the trailer was filled with a bunch of smelly livestock, he would've looked for another form of transportation to steal. Too late now, the owner probably has already called the police about his missing things, no matter to William though, all he had to do was wait for Ian to give him the signal so his plan could set in motion. While he wasn't for certain, he figured that the overgrown brat told his friends about the 'deal' they used to have when he was still around, and now that he was out of jail, there's no doubt that they're looking for him this very moment.
He shot over when he heard a siren approaching, a police cruiser whizzed by without stopping though. He sighed and drummed the steering wheel impatiently. The truck jumped slightly as anxious horses in the trailer danced around, William paid no heed to the unintentionally stolen animals, instead he sat there, waiting for the call to come.
It all seemed like a flawless plan, Doyle would 'visit' Spencer at that rehab he was at. William had to admit that he was surprised that his son of all people would end up there. Then, after 'taking' him, Ian would 'tenderize' him a little, just enough so that a hospital would take him in, then while his team is frantic to find Doyle and their 'kidnapped' agent, he would creep into his son's room and...
A horse neighing in the trailer interrupted his evil thoughts, he growled in annoyance as he flipped on the police scanner he'd also stolen.
In turn for helping him get back at his son, Ian had plans of his own, there was some woman who happens to be friends with Spencer whom he's after. What was her name? Emmy? Laura? Something or other. He shrugged as he listened to the scanner, he smirked when he heard the device talking about the murder of a tourist in Quantico, which the BAU was investigating.
So far, everything was going according to plan.
(Spencer Reid!)
Spencer plopped down on the couch, he had just returned from a scheduled group meeting where everyone talked in front of each other, it was similar to the Narcotics Anonymous meetings he used to attend. He was a little surprised by some of the people he met, there was a sheriff's deputy, a state trooper, and even a forensic analyst. He had a good time having a conversation with them after the meeting before they all retreated to their rooms. He was glad when he found out about some of the people here, it made him feel less alone.
He waved a hand in front of his face, his room was feeling stuffy, which he figured were the effects of withdrawal. Not this time though, he was going to beat the drug, he was strong, a genius with an IQ of 187, and an eidetic memory that provided him the ability to read 20,000 words per minute. He would never be broken by some intoxicating liquid.
Using his hand as a makeshift fan was only helping some. He gazed down at the fastened buttons on his black polo shirt. He, quite reluctantly, undid the top two in order to give himself some additional circulation, this proved more effective. He leaned back on the couch and shut his eyes for a moment. A knocking on his door alerted him and he quickly refastened his shirt's open collar and gave whoever was at the door the permission to enter. It was Betty from yesterday.
"Hello, Dr. Reid." She greeted. "You have a visitor." Spencer lit up after hearing this, even though she said 'visitor', as in singular, not plural, meaning that only Hotch must've come. That was understandable though, the rest of the team must be quite busy with the case he was told they were working on.
A man who he did not recognize entered, he didn't have much hair, but he wasn't that old, he was also shorter than Reid. He wore a dark jacket and sweatpants. Spencer glanced at his watch and frowned, it read 11:09 AM, lunch break at the BAU wasn't for another fifty one minutes and twelve seconds. So, who was this man?
"I'll give you two some privacy." Betty smiled, she departed the room a little too quickly for Reid's comfort, he didn't get a chance to say anything to her by the time she was closing the door. Spencer and the stranger met eyes before the young genius spoke. "Who are you?"
The man was silent for a moment before he went and moved a chair in front of the door, effectively keeping anyone else out. "That's not important right now." He said. Reid hated the growing feeling of fear build up inside of him, he didn't have his gun or even his cell phone with him. The man who refused to give his name produced a knife and pointed it at the younger man as he stepped closer. "I don't want to kill you." Although Reid was still uncertain, he felt some tension ease in his body, so if this guy who was holding a knife wasn't going to kill him, what did he want? He never took his eyes off of him as he reached in his back pocket and pulled out a long, thin object. It was a plastic cable tie. With his knife still pointed at him, the man ordered. "Get up and turn around."
Spencer's mouth hung open in shock due to his current, unexpected situation. He shook his head, much to the stranger's annoyance. The man charged, Reid tried to dodge as his shirt collar was grabbed, he was pulled toward the assailant, and he pulled back, he was surprised by his own strength and he soon fell backwards suddenly, buttons off his shirt flew in separate directions. The man fell back as well, Spencer recovered while ignoring his now exposed upper chest, as he had bigger problems right now, such as a man with a knife trying to kidnap him.
"Help!" He cried out. "Someone- Mmph!" A hand quickly covered his mouth, he stared wide eyed at his attacker, the man's eyes blazed and he held the edge of his knife dangerously close.
"You're lucky I don't want to slit your throat." He growled, with Reid trembling under his weight. "Do as I say, and turn around, lie on your stomach." He ordered again. Spencer really didn't want to obey, because then the man would have complete control over him, he would be totally helpless, he didn't want that, but right now, it seemed he didn't have a choice, at least not one that he would prefer. The stranger, clearly irritated, grabbed Reid by the side and flipped him over on his stomach. Spencer made a weak attempt to get free but the man was stronger than him, physically anyway. He emitted a whimper when his arms were yanked behind him and he felt a plastic strip tighten around his wrists, securing them together. The man left him on the ground for a moment before he grabbed another chair and threw it with all his might at the large window, glass shattered in thousands of pieces, Reid flinched at the loud noise before he was roughly brought to his feet and lead through where the window had originally been, outside toward the parking lot.
"What do you want with me?" Reid demanded as he stumbled and the man helped him regain his balance.
"I know, but I don't have to tell you." He sneered before forcing the young agent into the back seat of a car. He pulled the seat belt out until it stopped once it reached it's length and the locking mechanism was activated, he buckled it then let go and the safety restraint settled over the bound man on the seat. To ensure he was secured, he pulled at it a few times so it would hold his captive firmly in place. It wasn't for his safety, it was mostly to make sure he didn't get away. His hands may be tied behind his back, but he was told that the 'brat' was a genius, though not very strong.
And that would not be good, their plans would be ruined.
He hopped into the driver's seat and hurried onto the road. Spencer wished Hotch was here to rescue him, as pathetic as it sounded. He didn't want to be in this man's clutches, the only thing that could make it worse would be if he was in William's. He shuddered at the thought, he could only imagine what he would do to him if that was the case. And frankly, he didn't want to think about it.
He shut his eyes and bowed his head, if taking the drugs didn't make him feel weak, this certainly did. Hotch and Morgan would have fought back, maybe not Garcia, but JJ and Emily would, even Rossi at his old age would've defended himself far better than what Spencer did back at the rehab. And what if this stranger who kidnapped him is the one who bailed his father out? What if he's actually taking him to William, bound and helpless? His team probably doesn't even know where he's at right now, and what if they don't in time before something tragic happens? Reid instinctively made a rather weak struggle to break free from his bindings, this only caused the plastic restraint to tighten and dig painfully into his skin. The young doctor sighed in defeat, he was actually glad Hotch and the team wasn't here to see how ridiculous he looked. He wasn't strong, despite what he was always told, he was weak, always has been since high school. They might as well put a picture of him next to the word in a dictionary.
Perhaps his biological father was right all along, he was the weak one.
Poor Junior G-man...