Here is the second chapter of Monster. I'm glad that those who read it like it. Anyway… I don't own Hotch, Rossi, or Reid. I do own Lindley, My Reed and other OC. Here you go! Enjoy!
~~~The Truth~~~
"How the hell did she make bail?!" Hotch shouted. Garcia was still on her laptops trying to find out some more about Spencer….the unsub one. Prentiss, Reid, and Hotch gaped as they watched the female Spencer Reed waltz past the team, a smirk on her lips. The officers remained still and watched as she signed papers to leave and make a court appearance later that week. Her head still lowered, she addressed the nearby FBI.
"I guess agents….if you want the truth about what I did….you'll have to come speak to me at my home. Farewell Emily Ann Prentiss, Spencer Michael Reid, and…Penelope Ruth Garcia. I'm going to go visit my bebo frato." She smirked once more and sauntered out of their immediate sight. Hotch and the team paled at her words.
"How did she….how did she know our names?" Prentiss asked. Reid was visibly shaking as he lowered himself into the nearby chair. Officer Wren came over and placed a calming hand onto Reid's shoulder. Shockingly, Reid smiled at the officer. The action earned him a sharp glare from Emily.
"She made bail….because over a hundred of families paid for it." He stated. Reid looked up.
"Over a hundred families? After what she did, who would want to pay it?" he asked. Hotch looked over to the waiting room. He gasped as he saw mothers; fathers and even young teenagers kiss their hands and allowed their fingers to brush lightly against the girl. He saw young children reach out and touch her legs. And some elderly folks bow their heads in respect. He hurried out towards the group of civilians as they parted to allow the odd girl out.
"I would like to talk to you all." He stated. The female Spencer stopped and looked at him. The small mob looked at the girl and waited. The female Reed nodded and continued to leave. A young mother with a small five year old child of mixed race stood and graced over to the agent.
"I'll answer any question you want, but you must talk to us as one." She motioned to the crowd behind her. Hotchner nodded and motioned forth some chairs. Several mothers with young children took the offer for a seat. Having their attention, Hotch took a breath and started.
"Can you please tell me why you paid for her bail? And what was that motion you all did?" Aaron asked. The young mother looked up at the man. her eyes were full of pain.
"We are all in debt to her. Every single one of us, tell us Agent, do you have a child?" she asked.
"Yes. One son. Jack." He answered. The young mother smiled and stroked her daughters messy hair. The little girl giggled and took off to play with the other children. The mother smiled and turned back to the Unit Chief.
"Jack… what would you do if your son Jack was attacked by someone you trusted and someone else avenged him and all other victims?"
~~~Spencer Reed~~~
As she let out her sigh, Spencer walked away from the police station and down to the nearby bus stop. She sat down in one of the benches. Nearby, a man with three kids looked her way, kissed his hand made a small waving motion to her. The three little kids looked from behind their papa and giggled. They were untouched. Good.
"Thank you." He whispered before he stood, and boarded his bus. Spencer sighed. Standing, she looked towards the massive white building one three blocks away. The green cross at the top was flickering as birds made it their perch. A helicopter standing still behind the object.
"Aren. I'm coming." With a fire inside her, she gave a half decent jot over to the hospital.
~~~…~~~
"I'm looking for Aren Adams. Which room is he?" Spencer asked the nearby nurse. The scrubbed out man smiled up at the girl.
"He is in the ICU on the fourth floor, room 13. Do you need help finding it?" he asked, flirting slightly with the girl. Spencer smiled and shook her head.
"No thank you. I can find it. Thank you." She began a light jog to the nearby elevator. Pushing the fourth level button she bounced lightly on her heels as the damn box took its time to reach her.
"…Lindley's wounds are extreme, JJ. To be honest, I'm surprised he's still alive." Perking up, Spencer turned and peeked over at the two talking about…him.
The couple consisted of an aged man who looked like one of the guys from the Sopranos or Fat Tony from "The Simpsons"; and a lithe, motherly looking blonde who had a baby Glock attached to her waist. The Mafia looking man also had a Glock at his side, and was wearing a rather pricey suit.
"I know. I read the report and talked to a local reconstruction seems that no amount of surgery will make him even seems human." "JJ" said. Spencer snorted as her pride made its way to her face. The two gun wielding people looked her way.
"what's so… it's you." the mafia looking male started. Smirking, Spencer perked as the elevator let out a ding and opened. Both agents began to reach for their guns.
"Lindley's alive. Pity. But now the whole world can see what his soul really looks like. Now the people who once trusted him can see the vile monster he is." Spencer then took one long step into the car and gave a small wave to the couple, an empty grin on her lips.
Rossi and JJ baulked as the current unsub, Spencer Reed, sauntered her way to the elevator and left. Rossi shook his head and hurried to the next elevator.
"Rossi, what is she doing here?" JJ asked. David Rossi and JJ stepped into the elevator and went to the 4th floor.
"I don't know, but I know one thing. There is more to this story than we thought." Arriving onto the ICU, he caught a glance of the girl slipping into a room at the corner, her face was soft and kind. The pair hurried over to the room as quiet as possible.
"what is going on?" she asked. Rossi shook his head.
"I don't know. But we are going to find out."
~~~FSR~~~
"Spencer!" said girl smiled and went and sat down on the side of the bed. In the small cot was a boy. The boy had an IV into his left arm and was of mixed race. His hair was wiry, thick and a dark almost black brown, his eyes, although glassy from the drugs, were a rich hazel/cocoa coloring and his skin a coppery tan. A teddy bear was clutched in his arms as he leaned onto his sibling.
"I told you I would come! I never forget my promises." Spencer said. The boy smiled and wrapped his arms around his sister's waist.
"Is mom at home?" the young child asked. The older girl frowned and shook her head.
"No, she left after you were admitted… Aren, I don't think mom is returning this time." Spencer whispered. Aren gasped and curled into the girls arms.
"what makes you say that?" he asked. Spencer sighed and stroked the downy hair on his head.
"Because…she took everything with her." Aren sniffled and began to cry. Spencer hummed and held the boy close to her breasts.
"where will we live now? Are we homeless now?" he asked. Spencer smiled and rocked the weak child, tracing the faint silvery scar on his wrist.
"I arranged it that we can keep the house, so we are not homeless. Not yet, anyway." Making sure the boy was calm, she stood.
"Where are you going?" Aren asked. Spencer smiled.
"To invite the agent outside the door inside." Turning to face the shocked adults, she waved at them to enter. JJ visibly shook as Rossi's face paled to the color of milk. Taking a step inside, Rossi stalked closer as JJ followed suit.
"How did you know? We made no sound, and stayed out of sight." The older man asked. Spencer smiled and mouthed, "Later." Taking a seat, JJ and Rossi turned to face the girl.
"I'm…" he started.
"David Rossi. I know. And you are Jennifer Jareau, and you have a son. I bet he's a cutie. And you are both wondering why I did what I did." She recited. The two agents balked.
"…okay. But I have to ask: who is this boy?" Rossi asked. Koda and Spencer smiled.
"This is my baby brother Aren Adams. And he is a victim of Lindley."
~~~Lindley~~~
Jeffery Lindley frowned as a colored nurse went and checked his vitals. She was unfazed by his looks. Twisting his face into a snarl, he snapped at the woman.
"I don't need some nigger bitch helping me!" the nurse stood up and leveled him with a cold glare, her gentle appearance vanished.
"you know, I actually volunteered to help you, but now I see I should have let you be forgotten. I can't believe I felt sorry for you. You deserve what you got!" storming out, the nurse bumped into a skinny man with curly chestnut hair. She blushed.
"I'm…I'm sorry. I should have moved." Spencer Reid stammered. The nurse smiled.
"oh, its alright. Is there anything I can help you with…uh, I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name." Reid smiled and fumbled as he took out his credentials.
"I'm Dr. Spencer Reid, and I would like to ask you or the head doctor about Lindley's injuries. I need the full report." He asked. The nurse frowned. She let out a huff and placed her arms on her hips.
" fine. But I should tell you, he deserved all that he got." Motioning the clumsy agent to follow, the nurse went through the files and packets on the information desk. She stood erect as she lifted out a small box full of files, reports and statements. The box was labeled with a black sharpie "Lindley, Jeffery." The nurse handed the object over to Reid. Reid grunted at the weight.
"Here, This is everything from police reports, to just now. I hope you can prove that nice girl innocent." And with that, she sauntered away. Reid sighed and began to carry the box to the elevator, but paused as he heard Rossi's voice come from a nearby room. JJ's too. Peeking his head in, he balked at the sight before him.
"Rossi? What are doing in here? JJ…you're here too?" he asked. The two other agents were circled around a child's hospital cot, their unsub and a boy were also looking his way. Rossi looked at the younger male, JJ was pale as she was listening to the girl.
"Reid…we need to talk to Hotch. Now." The others stood and shook hands with the girl and child. Reid gave them a small wave and struggled to keep the box in his arms. Spencer Reed laughed and moved to help him.
"Now, I'll help you. But you have to promise me something." She said. Reid let out a small huff.
"I will." He said. Reed smiled and lifted the box with ease.
"you have to promise that you'll help me take care of my charges, and have all my crimes expunged." Reid gaped.
"What?! But that would make this case null and void!" The female Spencer shook her head.
"no it won't. Because I can help prove Lindley is guilty." She stated. Reid cocked his head.
"Of what?" he asked. The girl smirked.
"of sexually abusing my brothers and many others."
~~~Police station~~~
Hotch was pale and shaking slightly as the crowd thinned out of the rooms. Taking a seat, he reached for his now cold coffee and downed it in one gulp. Prentiss and Garcia were also pale and shaking. The latter was unable to grasp her cocoa.
"…we need to rethink this case." He stated. Morgan came in, a cold look on his face.
"What's wrong? Where is her family?" Hotch asked. Morgan gritted his teeth.
"That's just it though. I went to the address listed and no one was home. Everything that shown that an adult lived there is gone. There is rotted food on the stove, several dead plants and these." He threw a bag of medicine on the desk.
"Hotch, all these were prescribed to one Aren Adams…by Lindley himself." The other three agents gaped at the amount of medicine: Dilaudid, clonidine, dextroamphetamine, ciprofloxacin, tramadol, diazepam to name a few.
"Hotch, all these drugs just for one child…it could kill him and look at the dosage for Dilaudid. Take three times an hour, five times a day." Hotch stood and turned to Garcia.
Garcia, find me this Aren Adams, where is he, how old he is and why he is on all this medicine." Garcia nodded and went to work. Prentiss was listing all the medication on the black board and Morgan was talking to another officer to find out where the unsub's mother went.
Garcia let out a triumph shout and turned her computer to the Unit Chief.
"I found Aren Adams. Poor baby. He is only 9 years old."
"Nine?!" Morgan shouted. Penelope nodded.
"Yes, and currently, he is in the local hospital for over dose and attempted suicide. Poor baby, he also had signs of prolonged sexual abuse and malnutrition also…oh my god!" she exclaimed. Hotch walked over to the analyst.
"What's wrong?" he asked. Garcia looked at him with surprised shock written on her features.
"Aren Adams is the younger brother to one Spencer Anabelle Reed."
"We know." The four agents jumped slightly as they watch Rossi and JJ walk in, faces ashy and rage written on the blonde woman's face. Behind her was one Spencer Reid and…Spencer Reed.
~~~FSR&MSR~~~
Reid settled the box of evidence down on the table and turned to look at the blackboard, he gaped at the amount of drugs written on the surface. Reed scowled at the amount and clenched her fists in rage. Rossi looked over to the girl and ushered her to sit in a chair.
"Now that were are all here, can you tell your side of the story?" Reed sighed and made herself comfortable.
"I didn't know my brother was being raped until he fainted at his school…"
~AN~
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