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Chapter Word Count: 3,105
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Chapter 3: Men Don't Cry
The team sat down along the table.
"Okay, so let's figure this out. What did you and Reid find, Gideon?" Hotch asked.
Before Gideon could speak, Reid stuck his head out of the room gesturing to the lead detective, "Excuse me, but would you happen to have a map of the town?"
"Yeah, sure," the detective said and left.
The detective returned a few seconds later and handed Reid a small map printout which Reid tacked up to the board with the rest of the case information. He started putting tacks all over the map.
"Reid, what are you doing?" Hotch asked.
"Okay, so all of the children were taken from different spots on South eighty-Fourth Street; these tacks here represent where they were taken. Now, Jamie Tyler was found on the street directly parallel to eighty-Fourth Street which is South ninety-Sixth Street; this tack represents that. Vincent Maxwell was found in Jaycee Park represented by this tack. Alicia Rodriguez was found in Camenzind Park, and the last victim Sarah Walsh was found on South Ninety-Third Street."
Elle glanced at the different colored tacks that Reid had put up but was still a bit confused, "So what all of this tell us?"
"Our Unsub's comfort zone. Which resides in this box. He dumps the victims close by the abduction site," Reid explained.
The detective opened the door and peeked his head inside, "Excuse me for interrupting but we just got wind that another victim had been abducted."
"Male or female?" Hotch asked.
"Male. A, uh, Leon Gray."
Hotch nodded and the detective left. Morgan frowned.
"That makes no sense. Our Unsub had all four victims, so he should've been done for another fifteen years according to pattern."
"Maybe he's changing his pattern," Reid suggested. Morgan shrugged.
"Okay, so we know the Unsub's comfort zone, but what we don't know is why these five people were taken. And if he's changing his pattern, then that means that Leon may not have so long to survive. Gideon, what did you and Reid find out?"
Gideon shook his head, "Not much. Most of them were closed mouthed. The ones that did talk didn't tell much except that most of the kids out there were runaways like Reid had told us earlier."
"They did give us other information, Gideon."
Gideon glared at him and Reid tried not to whimper. "Like what, Reid?" Hotch asked.
"Well, um, they told us that not everybody uses the same pimp. Those that do use the same pimp are a closed knit group, but they either didn't know who was their pimp or they didn't want to tell us."
Hotch nodded and pulled out his phone and put it on speaker and dialed.
"Garcia."
"Yes, boss man."
"Listen, I need you to do background checks on five kids. Also we need to know who their pimp is."
"Sure thing, read me the names."
"Jamie Tyler, Vincent Maxwell, Alicia Rodriguez, Sarah Walsh, and Leon Gray."
"On it like a butterfly's wings. Over and out."
"Elle what did you find out at the ME?"
"Just that none of the kids had defensive wounds but they do have several bruises along the arms and legs."
"So maybe they were beaten?"
Elle shrugged, "Its possible. And the Unsub's first victim, Jamie Tyler has a different COD than the others. While the other three victims were killed with blunt force trauma, Jamie wasn't. He was shot. Twice in the chest."
"Why shoot the first victim but use blunt force with the others?" Morgan wondered.
"Maybe he was harder to subdue," Reid said. "Elle, did they find anything in the victims' systems?"
Elle shook her head, "No, nothing, Reid."
"What about the dumpsites?"
"What about them, Reid?" Morgan asked.
Reid was about to answer when Gideon gave him a look that said shut the fuck up. Reid clamped his mouth shut and looked down.
"Reid?" Morgan urged.
"Um, nothing, never mind," he said still looking down on the ground.
Morgan's phone rang and he picked it up knowing it was Garcia.
"Tell me you have something good for me, baby girl."
"Oh, sugar I always have something good for you. Tell me you want it and I'll give it you."
Morgan laughed, "Behave, sweetness I'm 'bout to put you on speaker."
"Okay, well, I did what you asked and there doesn't seem to be anything in any of the kids' backgrounds that overlapped. I don't even see how these children ran away I mean they were all seemingly good kids. Good grades, lots of friends. You know that kinda of stuff. Wait a sec,"
"What is it, Garcia?" Gideon asked.
"Apparently not all of our victims had a happy life. Jamie Tyler had it bad."
"How bad?" Reid asked quietly.
"Apparently Jamie came to school one week covered in bruises. According to the report, the teacher said that every day he seemed to have new bruises and finally she decided to report it. People when to the Tyler home and that's when they learned that Jamie was being sexually and physically abused by his father. Apparently his mother denied everything saying that Jamie was troubled. The next week his mother reported him missing."
"Wow. Thanks, Garcia."
"You're most welcome my lovelies."
Morgan hung up the phone and stuck it back in his pocket, "So, maybe the Unsub knew Jamie? And all that went on with him and his parents?"
Elle shrugged, "Maybe we're dealing with an Angel of Death."
"Angel of Death?" Reid asked.
"Yeah, Reid. They're Unsubs who kill thinking that they're saving the victims or doing God's work. Things like that."
"That could be true, but Garcia said that the others were all clean."
"Maybe…"Reid started to say and then stopped.
"Maybe what, Reid?" Hotch asked.
Reid shook his head, "Nothing, never mind."
"Reid, if you have an idea, please say something. That's what you're here for. To contribute."
"Well, I was thinking, what if, Jamie's incident was the only one reported?"
"You mean like the other kids could've had something like this happening to them, but it wasn't reported?" JJ asked.
Reid nodded, "Yes, 16% of rape or molestation are reported to the police. Those of the younger generation are less than likely to report this type of offense to the police. And between 80 to 95% of teens and children are molested by someone they know."
Morgan looked at Reid with wide eyes, "Damn."
Reid nodded, "Yes, it's very disheartening."
"Alright, Morgan, take Reid and I want you both to pay a visit to Jamie's parents. Gideon, you and I are gonna pay another visit to the street where these kids are being abducted. Elle, I want you to call Garcia. Have her check deeper into the children's lives and records see if any red flags come up or she finds anything that has occurred but hasn't been reported. Then you and JJ are gonna talk to the rest of the families."
Everyone nodded, "She can do that?" Reid asked.
Morgan chuckled, "She can do anything you ask, pretty boy."
Reid looked at Morgan shocked when he called Reid that. He picked up his bag and followed Morgan out of the room. In the SUV Reid kept his hands in his lap and kept his head down. Morgan frowned.
"Hey, Reid, you okay, man?"
Reid nodded.
"So, how does it feel to be working a case?"
Reid shrugged. Morgan frowned again, but continued to talk.
"Man, I remember my first case like it was yesterday. We were in New Mexico and it was hot as hell. I remember sweating bullets as we was giving the profile to the cops and at one point I was so nervous I forgot what I was gonna say. I was so embarrassed; man, but Gideon just told me that it was okay. It'll get better."
Reid nodded and turned to look out the window. Morgan sighed.
"Hey, you know, you can talk, right? It doesn't have to be all about the case, right?"
"Do you like him?" Reid asked suddenly.
"Like, who, Reid?"
Reid grimaced. He wasn't allowed to say his name. He would know. He always knew and he was already gonna pay for all the talking he did.
"Reid, who?"
"Um, what you were talking about."
"I was talking about my first case and Gideon. Are you asking me if I like Gideon?"
Reid nodded. Morgan chuckled.
"Why didn't you just say that? Yeah, I like Gideon. He's cool and he's a bit easier to work with instead of Hotch. Don't get me wrong, I like Hotch, and he's a great boss, but sometimes he so rigid whereas Gideon's more flexible."
Morgan pulled the car in front of the Tyler home. He and Reid exited the vehicle and walked up the steps to knock on the door.
"May I help you?" A young woman asked opening the door.
"Ma'am, we're Special Agents Morgan and Reid. We'd like to talk to you about your son Jamie."
The woman frowned and then let them in.
{~CM~}
Morgan stumbled into the station looking angry. Reid looked terrified as he followed him. Elle looked up from where she was getting water and frowned.
"What happened?"
"Nothing. Those two were as tight lipped as it could possibly get. According to the mother, the whole accusation against Jamie's father was just a misunderstanding. Claimed that Jamie was in a wrestling club at school."
"Did you notice the father though? He was clearly hiding something."
"They both were, Reid. You could tell in their behavior. How'd it go with the other victims' families?"
Elle shrugged as they walked back into the conference room, "Not much better than you I'm afraid. The mothers were clearly way to talkative."
"Yeah, and the fathers? Not so much," JJ added as she heard them come into the room. "The fathers were way to quiet. Now I'm not really a profiler but that clearly shows me that they're hiding something."
"So maybe the fathers molested their children and the wives are covering for them?" Morgan asked as his phone rang. "How's my favorite butterfly?"
"Beautiful as always. Okay, so I found out who the children's pimp was. His name is Henry Thayer."
"Kay, why don't you go ahead and send that info to Hotch and Gideon since they're out that way."
"Will do. Also I checked into our lovely children, and from what I found, all of them, according to their teachers, were being abused. The teachers filed reports but nothing was ever followed up upon."
"What's the school?" Elle asked.
"Bellevue High," Garcia said giving them the address.
"Thanks, princess," Morgan said hanging up the phone.
Morgan put his phone in his pocket and turned to Reid, "C'mon, pretty boy, let's go check out the school."
"Did you just call me pretty boy?"
"Yeah, I did. It's a lot better than calling you kid, which I noticed you don't like too much."
Reid just shrugged and followed Morgan out trying not to read too much into that nickname. When Reid first saw Morgan yesterday he thought he was attractive. Today spending time with him, Reid saw that Morgan was attractive and cool. The only problem was that he seemed to have a girlfriend.
"Can I ask you a somewhat personal question," Reid asked as they climbed back into the SUV.
Morgan nodded getting behind the wheel, "Sure."
"Is Garcia your girlfriend?"
Morgan laughed and Reid blushed, "I was just wondering considering all the flirting you two have been doing today. Sorry."
Morgan chuckled and shook his head, "Nah, man, don't be sorry. No, Garcia's not my girlfriend. We're just really good friends who flirt a lot. But it's all just for kicks. Why?"
Reid blushed again, "No reason, just wondering."
Morgan raised an eyebrow but let it go, "Okay."
{~CM~}
By the time Morgan and Reid made it back to the police station Hotch and Gideon were standing outside the interrogation room. Reid pointed.
"That the children's pimp?"
Hotch nodded, "Yeah."
"He say anything?" Morgan asked. Hotch shook his head.
"We figured to let him sweat first. Then we'll go in and talk."
After a few minutes of standing there and watching him, Hotch nodded toward Morgan and Gideon. They nodded and headed inside the room. Morgan spoke first. He put pictures of each of the kids on the table.
"Jamie Tyler. Vincent Maxwell. Alicia Rodriguez. Sarah Walsh. All kids of yours, dead. And now Leon Gray is missing."
"That Leon kid ain't one'a mine. He's too old."
"But you did pimp the rest of these teens out, right?"
"Yeah, so?"
So, it doesn't bother you that they're dead?" Gideon asked. Thayer shook his head.
"Nope."
"How come?" Gideon pressed.
"Look, man. That's the life. People die around these parts all the time. Ain't no big thing. You lose one kid, gain another."
"How close were you with your kids? Were all of you tight?" Morgan asked.
"Of course, we looked out for each other. I treated those kids like they was my own. Those kids came to me looking for work, I didn't seek them out."
"No kid wants to be a prostitute."
"Maybe not, but when they need the money? They'll do anything. Even if it's to have sex with strangers."
"When was the last time you saw your kids?" Gideon asks.
Thayer shrugs, "I dunno, last Wednesday, maybe? I don't check in regularly with them. I usually give them a hang out spot once a week and I don't check in with them until a week later, maybe two. They find their own people to screw. All I ask them to do is to keep a track of who they fucked and how much they made."
After a few more question and answers Morgan and Gideon exited the room. Morgan was shaking his head.
"I don't think he did it. He seemed way too calm for this. And did you hear the way he talked about those kids? Yes, he may pimp them out to the highest bidder, but he cared about them. Just not enough to notice they were dead."
Hotch sighed, "Great. So let's go over what we have and give the profile before turning in for the night."
Reid panicked, "We're staying here over night?"
"Yes, Reid. We're staying until the case is solved. We already have a hotel reserved for us."
Reid got scared. I'm in so much trouble. If we stay the night, Gideon's gonna find some way to come at me. Hotch left to go locate the lead detective. A few minutes later the team was standing in front of a crowd of officers delivering the profile.
{~CM~}
The team walked into the hotel and were given keys to their separate rooms. They all got into the elevator.
"Get some rest. We're starting early," Hotch said.
Everyone agrees and each get off on their respective floor. Soon Gideon and Reid were left. Gideon glared at him and leaned over to whisper in his ear as someone got on the elevator.
"Leave the door unlocked. I don't wanna have to bust it down. You have five minutes. By the time I get up there you better already be naked. Don't make it much harder for yourself than it's already gonna be."
Reid whimpered but nodded. He got off the elevator and entered his room. Throwing his bag on the floor, he sat on the bed and put his head in his hands. Suddenly he got up and began to shakily strip himself of the clothes. He really didn't want to make Gideon madder than he already was gonna be. By the time Gideon entered the room he was laying on the bed on his stomach. Gideon smiled an eerie smile, and took off his belt. Using it, he thrust it into Reid's mouth and clamped it behind his head. He then took some rope that Reid didn't wanna know where he got it from, and tied both of Reid's hands to the headboard. Tight.
"Can't have you making noise and alerting the neighbors, can we?"
Gideon bent down and picked up Reid's belt and folded it.
"You talked an awful lot today. Did you not? Not to mention you talked to me calling my name when you know better. I brought you here to do one job. And one job only."
Reid wondered what Gideon was gonna do to him, but he knew better than to turn his head and look. He'd just have to feel. He didn't have to wait long.
Thwack!
Reid felt the sting of a belt against his back but the belt in his mouth prevented him from crying out. Gideon began to speak again.
"I brought you on the team to only work on the geographical profile. You're not allowed to do anything else!
Thwack!
"You should really learn to keep your mouth shut. You don't answer unless spoken too."
Thwack!
Gideon swiped the belt along Reid's back and butt. Reid tried to hold in the screams but he couldn't but the belt muffled his cries of pain.
"You don't obey anyone but me, understand?"
Gideon continued to hit Reid over and over again until his hand got tired. He dropped the belt and stripped himself of his clothing. He bent over Reid and pulled him so he was on his hand and knees still tied to the headboard. Spreading his legs to the point of pain, he thrust inside Reid dry, and hard. Reid screamed. Tears started flowing down Reid's eyes and Gideon saw this and pulled his hair hard.
"Men don't cry. Shut your fucking trap."
Reid tried to focus on something else rather than the brutal thrusts of Gideon. He stared out the window thinking about his mother. He wasn't sure how long Gideon kept raping him. He knew it was a long time when Gideon pulled out and he could already feel his ass swelling up with pain. He felt Gideon leave his body and wondered if he was gonna leave him tied up.
Gideon got off the bed, dressed, and turned back to Reid to untie his hands and remove the belt from his mouth. He slipped his tongue in Reid's mouth and then pulled back a few seconds later.
"So fucking good. Can't wait to have you again."
Reid waited until Gideon left before breaking down. He cried and cried. He knew he should get up and shower but his entire body ached. So he just lay there crying. Will it ever end?
TBC...
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I know right? I never really liked Gideon myself, but I will promise you that it won't last forever. That's all I can tell you whether or not Morgan or Hotch find out and help him you'll have to keep reading and find out on your own.
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Don't feel bad because I love these kinds of stories too. Maybe even a little too much hehe. And I'm glad that you felt that having Gideon as the abuser works. I wasn't totally sure. And as for updates I will be updating two chapters a week for the time being. Is that quick enough for you?