Thank you for all of the lovely reviews! Here's chapter three, enjoy all of you lovely people!
Rules:
All instructions will be obeyed.
Calls are not to be traced.
No one outside of your team is to become involved.
Your agent is not to be directly addressed.
DEVIATIONS FROM THESE RULES AND THE BOY WILL LIVE AS HE DIED
ALONE.
Reid was weak. He had lost a lot of blood before Dex had finished writing and bound up his wrist. He was pale and faint, he hadn't lost enough blood to kill him but it was enough to exhaust him. He needed rest.
"You want some water?" Dex asked, drawing a confused look from Reid. He was a psychopath…he was supposed to be incapable of empathy.
"Y…yes please." Reid whispered. Dex grinned and called for Andrew to bring the water. The boy stumbled in and crouched next to Reid. He held out the beaker and Reid took it after which the boy whimpered and left swiftly.
"Enjoying it" Dex sneered, a smile flickering briefly across his face.
"Thank you" Reid managed slurping greedily at the cool refreshing liquid. He finished quickly and breathed in deeply, feeling slightly better now that he wasn't as dehydrated.
"Rule number five" Dex said with growing anticipation while moving towards Reid. "Food and water…costs" he made his point by striking Reid across the face suddenly, knocking the young agent off of the bed and onto the floor.
Reid tried to bring himself to his feet and prevent Dex from getting the fear he was looking for.
"What's wrong? Your friends let you down again?" He was barely off the ground when the man's foot connected with his ribs producing an audible crack which Dex clearly enjoyed.
"You're alone, again. No one is coming for you and no one cares".
He grabbed Reid by the hair and lifted him in order to strike his face again after which he wrapped his hands around the genius's throat with an iron grip. He looked right into Reid's eyes with a cold stare and squeezed.
"What do we do?" Prentiss turned to Hotch, the fear evident in her voice.
"We wait." He sighed, waiting was the last thing he wanted to be doing, but until the Un-Sub contacted them he could do nothing. "Seaver, you go and try to get more from Lister and we'll go over the case file, when this guy contacts us we need to be ready."
Seaver went back to the interrogation room and sat down opposite the Un-Sub, Prentiss stood outside watching the new team member and looking for any clues Lister's behaviour would give. He had visibly relaxed when Seaver had entered the room; he was pleased to be able to toy with them again.
Prentiss stood for what must have been no more than twenty minutes when her phone buzzed. She opened it to see the pitiful image of a boy lying motionless on a bed, there was blood staining the sheets he lay motionless on and his face was bruised. She reached out to stabilise herself as she realised who it was. It was Reid.
Andrew entered the room hesitantly, it had been at least half an hour since his brother had left the room and he couldn't stay out any longer. The agent in there was no older than him; Dex hadn't told him the contract was for an agent.
When he entered the room he could barely believe it was an agent at all. How could an agent be so meek and fragile? He brought in a small bucket filled with warm water and a cloth; he walked towards the motionless form on the bed listening for any sign that he was even alive.
He knelt down next to the bed and began by wiping the blood from the boys face, there was nothing he could do about the boys broken ribs, he wouldn't last long enough for it to matter anyway.
Andrew hadn't wanted to be part of any of this, but who was he to argue with Dex? The person had called late, together the person and Dex had formed the plan, they would kill in order to grab the attention of the person they were after and then he'd be out of the way and the contact would be free of him. They had paid extra to make sure he died feeling worthless and in a great deal of pain. They really wanted to torment this kid. The idea was that he would be shown how worthless his life was and how little his friends and workmates valued him, apparently he had suffered a lonely childhood and the contact didn't want him to forget it.
Reid groaned awaking into a world of pain he couldn't escape from, he turned feeling a sharp ache in his neck triggering his memory, he had been choking, he had felt his life slipping away, and he had felt so alone.
He was aware of a presence in the room, turning he saw it was Andrew, he was stooped with a bucket and he had blood all over his hands. Reid's eyes widened.
"Are you hurt" he gasped looking drowsily for the source of the blood on the young man.
"It's not mine…its yours" Andrew muttered looking at Reid with intensity and concern, leading Reid to the conclusion that Andrew had not been part of the planning of his abduction.
"What does Dex want from me?" Reid asked trying to coax conversation from Andrew.
"It's not what he wants, it's what they want" Andrew mumbled, confusion flashed across Reid's face, "They?"
The image which had been sent to Prentiss' phone was now up on the screen in the conference room, Morgan was holding Garcia who was know hysterical, he was shushing her gently and slowly running his fingers through her hair.
"Is he…?" she sniffed, "No, he's alive." Rossi replied blankly. His mind was racing, there had to be a way to find him, why had the picture been sent to Prentiss' phone? Was this personal? Where they messing with her? There had to be a reason why it was Prentiss' phone, there just had to be.
Dex burst in carrying a video camera on a tripod and set it up in the corner. He flew towards the bed which Reid was slumped on and shoved Andrew violently out of the way. He struck his head on the wall and a small trickle of blood snaked its way down his forehead.
Dex held his hunting knife up to Reid's throat, Andrew reached out as if to try and stop Dex but decided against it, taking a step back tears rolled down his face as Dex cut into Reid's shoulder drawing a gasp from the boy.
"It's show time" he boomed reaching out and turning on the camera.