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Chapter 5

Gideon stood back looking at the board pinned full with the trail of bodies and evidence left behind by James Chaplin. Fingerprints had verified he was the murderous husband and his psychotic break was severe. He'd ramped up fast to serial killings and there didn't seem to be any discretion to who he killed or how. They weren't sure if he would last long enough to develop a style and signature before he devolved into chaos.

"He's enjoying this, the chase, the killings, all of it. It didn't start that way but when he killed the cop…."

"He found a taste for killing, it gave him a release" Hotchner added joining Gideon.

"But where does he satisfy the need? Is it the shooting of his victims or is that just the available weapon he has?" Gideon responded.

"And where is he going? None of the robberies or murders occur in locations with any connection to him. There's no comfort zone but there's no apparent mission either"

"The first stressor was the loss of his job and the cheating wife. All evidence shows he was subservient in the relationship with a dominating wife. The second stressor was getting hemmed in by FBI just after he killed them which drove him to the kidnapping. Everything was survival based until after he killed the cop"

"I'll have Garcia look deeper into his past. He may be weaving recklessly through the states now but given enough time he'll probably develop a plan. Go to a comfort zone and find his signature" Hotchner stormed off sick of the constant guesswork.

"Or he'll just keep spiraling into a self-destruct" Gideon added to the empty room.

Morgan watched Spencer silently. He'd curled up into a somewhat protective and comfortable position some time ago but he was resisting the need for sleep fiercely. He couldn't blame the kid for not wanting to rest in this situation but it wasn't going to end anytime soon and he couldn't stop it for much longer. He knew Reid had stayed up through the night on guard while he slept and probably every night before that too. They were alone for the time being but shouting hadn't drawn any attention and the pipes they were cuffed to were in good order. Even unguarded they were stuck. It was little comfort that they'd finally been given some food and water before the man left. It had done them a world of good but it didn't fix the injuries they'd been accumulating. He was sure they were both concussed and he suspected his shoulder was dislocated, or maybe his collarbone broken. The pain was so widespread and swollen he couldn't be sure. He scowled when Spencer sucked in a sharp breath and shook hard to wake himself up again.

"Where do you think we're going?" he mumbled tiredly.

"I'm not sure but he's been favoring north lately. I think he might be figuring out a plan now"

"Think the others…know who he is…yet?" even talking he was struggling to keep awake.

"They've got his life story and are gonna bust his ass any minute now, and they'll bring pancakes, with sausage and bacon with them just to be thorough" Reid snorted at Morgan's fantasy.

"Mm, bacon, you know Sir Francis Bacon" the door exploded open.

"Sup bitches" Spencer's mouth dropped open staring at the unsub's new appearance. He'd gone from the appearance of a middle aged, married man, possibly family man to a black leather jacket, torn up blue jeans and fingerless leather gloves with silver studs on them. His hair was black but half was slicked back, half was spiked up and under the leather jacket he could still see a basic shirt and tie as if he couldn't quite fit into either identity he attempted yet. He tossed several bags onto the bed then sauntered over to Reid like he was trying to be a tough gang biker but it looked odd, stilted. He pulled out the gun, just a few shots left, and stroked Spencer's cheek with it. "have my pets been behaving?"

"Where have you been?" Morgan demanded with as much authority he could muster. He wanted the unsub's attention as far from Reid as possible and the only way he could think of was a direct challenge. He wouldn't be able to ignore the attack on his superiority. He was proven right painfully getting a sharp gun butt to the forehead whiting out his vision for a time.

"Don't talk to me that way! I ask the questions! Me! I'm in charge! Me! Me!" he punctuated each 'me' with a crack against Derek's cheekbone. Reid didn't hesitate to think kicking hard as he could grinding his heels into the side of the man's knee sending him rolling across the room with a cry. Derek weaved and swayed dazed by the attack blinking rapidly to recover. "Why you little!" Chaplin jumped up again limping some and pistol whipped Spencer immediately pressing muzzle to his forehead ready to shoot, "I oughta kill you now" Spencer stared paralyzed as the gun cocked followed by tense silence. "No, not yet, I've got a better idea" He uncuffed one of Reid's hands giving him no chance to resist dragging him to the center of the room and cuffing his hands around the bed leg.

"Wait, what're you gonna" a hand towel was shoved into his mouth then a second long cloth was tied around his head keeping the cloth in place. Reid kicked out wildly landing a few glancing blows before he skittered out of the way and jammed the gun to his forehead again.

"You do that again boy and I'll break your legs, you understand me…boy" he hissed. Spencer hesitated before nodding. This wasn't a big or powerful man but he could see a dozen or so tools and methods at the guy's disposal that would be able to break his legs. "You kick like a schoolgirl anyways, it won't do you any good" Everyone kept quiet as he went to the bags on the bed and started unloading them. He looked to Morgan fearfully as objects like wire cutters, a hammer, a long whip-like rod were lined up on the bed.

"If you touch him I swear I will beat you so bad you don't make it to prison" Derek growled seeing three different knives and a taser join the supply. Chaplin stopped surprisingly silent, turned to Derek glowering and removed his belt. Derek braced himself to have it thrown around his neck he was totally unprepared for the heel crushing in his nose and cried out shocked by the belt being jammed into his mouth. He gagged and tried to jerk away but there was nowhere to go as it was cinched tight until he could feel the skin at the corners of his mouth starting to tear. Chaplin grabbed a Philips screwdriver and stabbed a new hole then buckled it in place.

"There, no more interruptions should probably just kill you, but later, I want to have some fun" Derek pulled futilely at the handcuffs seeing the fear in Reid's eyes as the man's hand hovered over the instruments trying to decide which to try first. Spencer couldn't see what he selected. He sat on the bed behind him. The wait drove him crazy half wanting it to just get started and half of him hoped he'd changed his mind. There was a bright glint and the large pin thick as two large needles and almost half the length of his forearm. It pressed deep into his bicep slowly then pulled out swiftly. He bit down on the gag not wanting to satisfy him with a sound. "Hmm" he changed positions this time burying the weapon deep into the shoulder joint then turned it scraping a wide circle in the muscle. He shuddered harshly the pain far more severe this time. The man grunted again and stood again leaving the pin in his shoulder joint. This time he returned with a knife and knelt down in front of him, straddling his knees. He pressed the blade cautiously into his upper abdomen afraid almost of the weapon. Spencer couldn't stop the groan or the need to squirm at the feeling of his muscle being torn in two. He broke into a cold sweat after the fourth slow drag of the blade. He didn't know whether he was relief or terrified as the knife was tossed aside apparently displeasing. "Oh! I know! Let's play a game." He got up undoing the belt gagging Morgan waiting for him to stop coughing and working his frozen up jaw. "You, you've always got something to say, pick the next toy"

"No"

"It's not a choice, refuse again and I'll use every one of them for an hour each, no breaks, he'd probably die for sure" he went back to the bed tossing the wire cutters to the floor followed one by one by the long wiry rod, a hammer and a lighter enjoying as Reid jumped with each thump. Derek looked to Spencer gut twisting at the panicked look. How could he choose? He didn't know if he'd get away with it but he tried mouthing each item hoping for a clue. He started with cutters getting an instant, rigorous shake of his head not noticed by Chaplin as he circled his back to them. He tried hammer getting only a slightly less vehement refusal. Spencer wheezed the wind knocked out of him by the heel to his diaphragm. "No hints! He picks your pain" Morgan sank with dread. The lighter or the whipping rod, which would Reid suffer from least? They could each do severe damage and pain. "Hurry up!" Morgan went with the one he thought had the least chance of permanent damage.

"The rod" he never got a chance to see Reid's reaction before Chaplin was on him and delivered two sharp lashes getting a grunt from his victim.

"Hmm, not quite right" He set down the rod with much more care than the other items leaned over Reid gripping his shirt and vest at the tears and finished shredding the shirt pulling it away from him leaving his skin bare. "That's better" this time when he smacked the rod, against his shoulder blade opened up to him as Reid rolled to protect his face, he could see the skin flush red and turn to purple as the welt formed. He got three more strikes.

"You keep the hell away from him!" Morgan growled again jerking the cuffs.

"Oh, right" He grumbled under his breath grabbing the belt, "Cooperate or I cut his pinky off with the wire cutters" Morgan opened his mouth wincing as it was tightened and a bit of blood dripped into his mouth. "Back to the fun" He stroked the rod for a moment standing over Reid before he began again more furiously. Spencer curled up tight as he could trying to protect the vulnerable parts. He struggled to breath normally clamping down on the gag to keep from making any noise. He didn't know if it made a difference for this guy but it gave him some form of rebellion. The pain mounted fast as the man got enthused and he struck faster as he went. Things were starting to blur together. He tried to focus on the clank of hand cuffs and the rumbling that he knew was Morgan fighting to get loose. He knew that if he hadn't broken free yet he wasn't going to but hearing the continued struggle helped somehow until he wasn't aware of anything at all.