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Demonic Whispers	By : AngelAnastasia Category: 1 through F > Criminal Minds Views: 719 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Morgan couldn't concentrate on anything. He didn't have a good view of the window from behind the couch, but he was too nervous to try messing with the window anymore. It felt like their only hope was the team finding them or if one of the boys found a damn telephone. He couldn't hear much from where he was sitting, but he did hear every single one of Anthony's threats during the count down. He hated being able to hear Anthony so clearly, but there wasn't one peep coming from Peter or Reid. He thought the boys would come right back to the den after they found a phone, but it didn't sound like anyone was coming. He was in there all alone. J.J.'s voice did offer him some comfort though. He liked knowing that his team was close.
"I'm just now hearing that the Boyle family is offering a large reward for the safe return of their son," J.J. said. She stepped aside and let Mr. Boyle stand next to her. His eyes were red from crying. His wife and daughter chose to stay back behind J.J., but they never left the scene. "The reward is a hundred thousand dollars."
"There won't be any questions asked," Boyle said. "Just please. Bring my son home. The reward is ready to go. Please contact us to organize the drop off location. Please. He's my only son."
Morgan looked away. He could work in the FBI for the rest of his life, but he would never get used to grieving parents. When they got out of there though, he would personally tell Mr. Boyle about how brave his son was tonight. They couldn't have done this without Peter's help. Morgan was even thinking about helping the kid get through college. From what Morgan gathered, the Boyle family wasn't wealthy, and Peter did deserve something for helping them out so much.
The minutes dragged on like hours when he was by himself. He adjusted the book keeping his arm straight and tried cleaning off the dried blood to help the time pass. He was even trying to think of others plans in case the boys couldn't find a telephone. They needed a backup plan. They didn't have any weapons, but Morgan was sure he could come up with something if he concentrated hard enough. That was the problem though. He couldn't concentrate. He was becoming a nervous wreck trying to figure out why Reid and Peter weren't back yet. He heard Anthony shout the one-minute mark, but Morgan still didn't hear footsteps coming his way. It didn't make any sense.
He scooted closer to the stairs after he counted past 60 seconds, and he waited. He waited and he waited. He was almost at the third minute marker from Anthony's shout when the door was pushed open. Morgan held his breath when Michael shoved Reid inside. Reid kept his balance as he got to the first step, but his ankle twisted when he tried for the second step. He landed on his knees with a loud thump, and Michael locked the door behind him when Reid lifted up his head. The boy genius looked like a wreck. Morgan swore that there was more blood on Reid's hands than when the kid left, and his big eyes looked full of tears. Reid took a deep breath and crawled over to sit next Morgan.
"Did they hurt you?" Morgan asked. Morgan couldn't spot any new cuts or bruises, but those sickos could have raped him again. Morgan's blood was boiling just thinking about it.
"I'm fine," Reid said. His voice was cracking, and he was looking everywhere but at Morgan. Whatever happened out there wasn't just fine. "I couldn't find a phone."
"It's okay if you couldn't find a phone," Morgan said slowly. That might have been why Reid was about to start crying. He couldn't find the damned phone.
"No," Reid started, but he couldn't finish that thought. Anthony opened the door wide to their little hell and threw what looked like Peter across the floor. Peter landed on his back, and the first thing that caught Morgan's eye was all of the blood. There was too much blood. The boy's boxers fell down to his knees, but he wasn't moving to pull them up.
"Getting really sick of you people," Anthony said. He slammed the door shut, and Morgan heard it lock behind him. Morgan didn't care about where Anthony or his little puppet went. All that mattered was getting over to Peter. Peter needed to wake up.
Morgan crawled as fast as his good limbs would allow, and when he finally reached Peter, he tried cleaning off the blood with his own hands while searching for the entry wound. Morgan didn't hear a gun go off so whoever attacked Peter had to do with a knife to cause this amount of blood loss. Morgan found a deep wound just underneath Peter's ribcage. The blood was warm, and Morgan started applying pressure to it immediately. "Peter, can you hear me? Stay with us kid. It's going to be alright."
"He's dead," Reid whispered. Morgan didn't pay attention to Reid. Help was so close. He could almost taste it. He wasn't going to let Peter die when they were so close.
"Come on Peter," Morgan said. Morgan was starting chest compressions since Peter didn't look like he was breathing, and that's when Morgan noticed all of the blood dripping from between his legs. It wasn't just a spot of blood or a trail coming from another violent rape. It was everywhere. The shredded boxers at his knees were also just covered in blood. Morgan didn't know what happened, but that couldn't have come from just a rape. He finally stopped doing the compressions when he saw the slash across the boy's throat. It didn't look like a clean cut, but the job was done. Peter was dead. Peter's eyes were still open, and the blood still dripping from his mouth was starting to stain the carpet. Morgan sat down next to the body and slammed a fist into the ground.
"I cut his throat," Reid said after a moment of silence. "I found him like that near the bedroom, and he was begging me to just kill him. He didn't want Anthony or Michael hurting him even more. I didn't want to, but then I heard Anthony coming and I couldn't pick him up." A tear ran down Reid's cheek. "I tried lifting him up, and he just fell back down. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
"I would have done the same thing," Morgan said. He closed Peter's green eyes for the last time and started looking over the injuries. Only a coroner would have really known how long Peter could have lasted with those injuries, but it couldn't have been long. Morgan was positive that the stab underneath the ribcage pierced one of his lungs. That explained the blood around the poor kid's mouth. He would have had trouble breathing with an injury like that, and the other 5 entry marks on his stomach didn't look like superficial wounds either. Every single one looked deep. The stab wounds were fatal to the kid. He would have died from blood loss long before the night was over. There was a longer mark just above his pubic hair that looked different from the rest. It was almost like the murderer was trying to remove his organs. The attack on Peter's manhood still scared Morgan the most. That one had to have hurt the worst. Morgan got the courage to look down there. It was hard to see, but it did look like Peter's member was only staying connected by a few flaps of skin. Whoever did this to him seemed sexually frustrated with how much damage was done to his private area. Morgan felt the toast he was force fed earlier come back up, and he threw up underneath the staircase. He wiped off his mouth and looked back at the body. Morgan stared at the undergarments around his knees and pulled them back over his waist. Peter put those boxers back on himself, and they were going to stay that way. They weren't going to stay up on their own, but Peter deserved dignity.
Morgan couldn't help but feel guilty too. How many times had Peter asked him to stay behind? Peter was almost begging them to let him stay in their prison during Michael's game, and Morgan kept promising the boy that nothing was going to happen. Morgan felt sick to his stomach.
"This is my fault," Morgan said quietly. "Peter didn't want to go. He didn't want to play the game, but I kept telling him it was going to be alright. If I had listened to the kid, he'd still be alive right now." Their entire situation was dangerous, but Peter was so afraid to leave the room to find the phone. Maybe the kid had some sixth sense with what was about to happen. That didn't make him feel any better. Even if Peter was able to accurately predict the attack that killed him, it was still Morgan's responsibility to keep the boy safe and he failed.
"No," Reid said. "The only one who is at fault is the person who stabbed him." Reid was still sitting by the couch, but he was crying. In a lot of ways, this was even worse than the rape. Morgan and Reid both liked Peter. Morgan would even venture as far as to call the kid a new friend. They had been through so much together, and Peter deserved as much credit as the agents with his efforts to help them escape. Morgan tried cleaning more blood off of the boy, and Morgan noticed the bandages covering up his own injuries. Most of the cloths used on him came from the dead boy's torn up boxers. Morgan felt sick. Peter was giving everything he had, and Morgan couldn't save him.
"Who did this to him?" Morgan asked. "Was it Michael?" The younger of their captors was the one that raped Peter. The stabbing between Peter's legs was one of the worst injuries. It made sense that Michael would attack Peter there from sexual frustration.
"No," Reid said. Tears were running down Reid's face. "Peter said, he said it a woman." Reid wiped the tears away, but new ones only replaced the old ones. "I'm so sorry. I really am." The boy genius was trembling again, and Morgan was sure it wasn't from the cold this time.
"You didn't do anything wrong," Morgan assured him. "Peter couldn't have survived long with these injuries. The one by the ribcage was fatal Reid, and that's not counting these other ones. Peter couldn't have survived long with these injuries. You did what he asked you to." Morgan wanted to move Peter's body away from the door. He wasn't going to put it past Anthony or Michael to not disturb the body if it was in their sight. He thought putting Peter near the window would be the best bet, but there was no way for Morgan to move the body. He couldn't even try, and he didn't think Reid was strong enough to do it by himself. Peter was going to have to wait. "What woman though? Do you think he was getting delirious when he told you that? There's no women here."
"He was going into Hypovolemic shock," Reid said. "His skin was getting cold and clammy, and he couldn't take deep breaths so it's possible that he didn't know what he was saying. I didn't ask any details. Every time he tried to talk; more blood came out of his mouth. I couldn't ask him anything else. I tried so hard to stop the bleeding."
If there was a saving grace, it was that his face was relatively unmarked. His nose wasn't broken, and the skin was clean for the most part. His parents would want to see his face.
Morgan put Peter's hands on his stomach and scooted back to be with Reid. There was nothing more they could do for Peter, but Morgan vowed that he was going to keep his promise to the kid. When Reid and Morgan left, Peter was still going with them. In his delirious state, Peter probably just mistook one of their captors as a female. He was sure that was common, but his bet was still on Michael as being the one who murdered the poor kid. Reid put his head on Morgan's shoulder, and he let his tears run free. Morgan pulled Reid close to him with his good arm, but he wasn't calm in that single moment of peace. Fear was always running through the back of his mind of when Anthony and Michael were coming back and what they would do when they got back. A woman screaming brought Reid's tears to a sudden stop, and Morgan was able to pull Peter's body out of the way just as the door opened. A woman was thrown inside the den with them, and the door was once again, shut and locked.
J.J. kept her phone on loud for any phone calls from Hotch or maybe even another witness who was watching their conference on the television, but she wasn't getting any calls. Not a single call all night long. A few reporters were lingering on waiting for some breaking news that they would be able to talk about, but most had gone home. When J.J. went back inside the dance studio, she found the Boyle family resting in the office. Little Clara had fallen asleep with her head on one of the tables, and her mother's eyes were only half open. J.J. sat down next to them and sipped some of her cold coffee. It was going to be a long night still. J.J. didn't mind if the parents were awake enough to stay the rest of the night with her, but it wasn't fair to ask that of the child. She already talked to the media once. She needed to go to bed.
"If you guys want to go home and sleep for a little bit, that's fine," J.J. said motioning towards Clara. The little girl stirred at the mention of her name, but she didn't get up.
"I'm staying," Boyle said firmly. "I need to be here when Peter is found. He's probably going to be scared and needs to see a familiar face. If one of those guys call, I have to be ready when the ransom money too. She's right though honey. You should take Clara home."
Clara lifted up her head when she heard her father's voice. "Dad? I don't want to go home. I'm not even tired. I want to stay here with you. Petey's going to want to see me too."
"Daddy's right Clara," Mrs. Boyle said standing up. "We can come back first thing in the morning, but I'm sure Peter will be home by then." She brushed her light brown off her shoulder, and helped her daughter get to her feet. Peter was almost the spitting image of his mother. Clara looked more like their father, but all of them were exhausted. "I'll take a shower and take a nap for a few hours but call me the second you hear anything. My phone will be on."
Boyle stood up and kissed his wife. "You know I will. When you guys come back, would you mind bringing my phone charger? If it dies before you get back, I'm sure I can just borrow someone's phone here."
"Daddy?" Clara asked. Mr. Boyle walked over to where she was standing and pulled up a chair next to her, so he was more her level.
"What is it pumpkin pie?" Boyle asked.
"If you find Petey while I'm sleeping, can you tell him he won't have to take me to dance class anymore? I'll just ride with Jane. I don't think her mom would mind since we live so close."
Boyle kissed his daughter on the forehead and smiled. "I think I'll be taking you myself from now on. I probably should have been doing that from the first place and we wouldn't be in this little jam now. Would we?"
He kissed his wife again, and he stood next to J.J. while they left the studio. J.J. didn't think the wife was going to get much sleep. She probably wouldn't even be able to close her eyes till her family was together again. J.J. was happy to see them sticking together though. She met so many couples that drifted apart the second something went wrong. No matter what they would find at those cabins, Boyle and his wife were going to stay together.
"Will I be seeing my son tonight agent?" Boyle asked as soon as his wife's car was out of sight.
"We are trying our best sir," J.J. said. "If they find anything in those cabins, we'll be the first ones to know." J.J. led the way back inside and walked back over to the coffee machine. She needed to make more. She was sure that she would be able to stay awake from her nerves alone, but she felt like she should be doing something. She was the only one not at the cabins. Hotch told her to stay back here, but she felt terrible. She wanted to be there too.
"Why didn't you mention that a couple of your agents were missing too?" Boyle asked. "I mean, wouldn't that help you find them better? If the public thought some FBI people were missing too, they might try looking even harder to find these creeps."
"We don't know how much the unsubs know about the kidnapped victims," J.J. said. "That could go badly for all of them if they find out Morgan and Reid are with the FBI. It's better that they don't know." J.J. didn't have any idea if Morgan and Reid were using fake names or if the unsubs already found out who they were, but she wasn't about to tell the reporters anything. She turned around to go back into the dance studio since it was a chilly night when she saw the sheriff hurrying to his car. That could only mean he had news. She nodded at Boyle and ran after the sheriff.
"What happened?" J.J. asked when she was close enough. Boyle was right behind her. He was anxious for news of his son. The sheriff tossed his hat in the backseat of his car and turned around to face them.
The sheriff cleared his throat, and glanced around to make sure no nosy reporters spotted them. J.J. already checked that though. They were alone. "Call came in a few minutes ago from one of the cabins. Don't know which one, but the operator thought it was best to inform me of the call instead of sending out another officer."
"Was it my son?" Boyle asked. He took a step forward, so he was next to J.J.
"She told us that the caller identified himself as Peter," the sheriff said. He didn't say much other than they needed help. So we don't know if it was one of the victims that called or some gross prank call, but she said she could hear screaming in the background. I'm on my way to the cabins right now. Would you like to ride with me agent?"
J.J. could barely contain her excitement. She knew one of the guys was going to call. They just had to wait for a chance to be alone or sneak away from the unsubs, but she knew it. That meant they were alive. She felt bad for leaving Boyle, but she needed to help. She turned around to the grieving father and took his hands in hers. "I promise I'll keep you updated with any information. Just wait her. Okay?"
He nodded his head. "Guess I don't have a choice. Just call me when you find my son."
She hugged him goodbye and hopped in the passenger seat of the sheriff's car. The sheriff turned the heat on full blast, and J.J. pulled her phone out. "Already told Agent Hotchner," he said. "They are waiting for us, but at this time of day, there won't be many people on the road. We should be there in no time."
"Okay," J.J. said. She didn't want him to speed especially this late at night in the middle of the woods. She had her seatbelt on though, and she didn't feel that he was going to do anything stupid. She texted Hotch that they were on their way. She knew he was going to wait until she got there, but she was worried about how much time Morgan and Reid had left. The unsubs weren't going to wait until she got there.
The woman thrown into their prison room was screaming at the top of her lungs. She fell on her knees near Peter, and crawled as fast as she could to the bookcase. She kept her knees up by her chest, and Morgan noted the bruises on her legs. Her blonde hair was kept in a messy ponytail, and the only thing their captors allowed her to keep on was her bra and underwear. She was probably another victim of rape, and before her knees covered her up, Morgan could just see bloody marks over her stomach. Morgan couldn't figure out why this was the first time during the long night that he saw her, but here she was. Peter was right. It was a woman that stabbed him, but it wasn't another unsub. She was clearly another victim, and she was in better shape than the rest of them. She could still walk just fine, and Morgan didn't see blood on her arms. He was pretty sure the blood all over her hands all came from Peter. Peter never would have stood a chance against her. It made Morgan sick just to think about the terror that poor kid must have felt in his final moments. Reid didn't move from his spot next to Peter, but the door was locked again. Morgan didn't know what the unsubs were doing, but they weren't in the den.
"I'm sorry!" the woman was screaming. "Please, don't hurt me. I'll do whatever you want. Just please. Don't hurt me. I'm sorry." She was hiding her head from them in the fetal position, and Morgan glanced at Reid. There was sadness hiding in his big eyes. He licked his lips nervously and scooted a little bit forward from the couch.
"We're not going to hurt you," Reid said as loudly as he could so he was heard above her screaming. His voice was cracking, but he got her attention. She lifted up her head and looked towards them. Morgan imagined it was a sight to see. "My name is Doctor Spencer Reid, and this is Derek Morgan. We work for the FBI."
She sniffled and wiped a hand over her eyes to dry off the tears. "FBI? Then…You're not here to rescue me. You guys were abducted too?"
"Yes," Morgan said. "But we have a team, and they are coming for us. They will be here soon. Are you hurt?"
The woman shook her head no, and she got out of her fetal position by the bookcase. She must have believed what Morgan and Reid told her because she got on her knees, and scooted over so she could be closer to them. "I didn't think anyone else was here except for me and Tati."
"Are you Jenny Parker?" Reid asked her. Morgan remembered hearing that name mentioned on the news next to Nelson and Boyle's names.
"Yes," she said sniffling again. "How do you know my name? Were you guys here like the entire time? I didn't see," Parker cut herself off when she saw the body on the ground. Her jaw dropped open as her eyes went over his bloodied body, and then she looked back up at Morgan. "Oh my God. Was he with you guys? Oh my God. I thought he was with the other guys. Like, I didn't recognize him, but his hair is kinda the same color as the other guy's hair and oh my God. Did I kill him? I'm so sorry. Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!"
"It's alright," Morgan said. "It's over now."
"I didn't do that thing to his throat," she said as fast as she could. "I did the other stuff. I mean, like the stabbing stuff, but I didn't do that to his throat. Oh my God. Was he like 16 years old or something? I killed a kid? Oh my God. I'm so sorry. I didn't know. I thought he was with them or something. I'm so sorry."
"What happened to him?" Reid asked. "Were you hiding and attacked him when he came in the room or something?"
"No," Jenny said wiping away at new tears. "I heard someone trying to come in, so I played dead. I found a knife under Tati's mattress. She liked to hide stuff there, and she always felt safer with like a secret weapon when she was out here alone. I don't know what the kid was doing. He went over to the nightstand and was rustling stuff around. I don't know, but when he was coming back, that's when I stabbed him. I really thought he was one of the bad guys. I couldn't see his face that well, but yeah. I thought it was weird he was only wearing the boxers, but I thought maybe he was going to do stuff to me. Like the other guy did. And when he took my knife and left, I knew they were going to come back and kill me. I thought me and Tati were the only ones here…" She scooted further back like she was afraid of the body. Morgan was never afraid of the dead. The dead couldn't hurt anyone. Peter never hurt anyone even when he was alive. Morgan was never going to forgive himself. "What was his name?"
"Peter," Reid said. "Could you help me with something?"
"Yeah, sure, anything," Jenny said. Morgan noticed she was avoided looking at Peter.
"Can you help me move him near the window?" Reid asked. "I don't want Anthony or Michael doing anything to his body. If he's out of the way, they probably won't notice him. I would do it myself, but I don't think I could make it to the window by myself. I need help."
Jenny looked at Morgan like she wanted to suggest him helping out, but she saw his leg and the splint on his arm. "I don't really want to touch him. I mean, I can't. I can't help."
"Please," Reid begged. His voice was cracking again, and Morgan's heart went out to the boy genius. He went through so much already, and it still wasn't over. Morgan didn't know what the rest of the night would hold for them, but Reid couldn't handle much more.
"Reid could hold Peter's head," Morgan said gently. "You would just need to pick up his feet and legs. It's only a few steps away."
She looked at Peter's pale feet and legs. She looked away like she was going to start throwing up, but she kept her mouth shut. When she looked back at Morgan and Reid, she nodded her head slowly. "Okay. I can. Is there a blanket or something we can wrap his legs in, so I don't have to touch him? I'm going to freak out. I'm really sorry, but I think I will."
Morgan was becoming annoyed with this woman. He knew the general public wasn't used to dealing with bodies and women probably were more fearful of them because of zombie movies or something, but this was ridiculous. Peter wasn't some random corpse. He was a just a kid. He was just a kid who was murdered by the woman sitting in front of them. He deserved respect.
"There's no blankets or sheets here," Morgan said. He didn't mean to sound harsh to the woman, but he was feeling stressed out. She wasn't the only victim here. "We don't even have cushions on the couch anymore. If you really wanted to, I'm sure you can just take his boxers off and wrap his feet in those, so you don't have to touch him. I mean, there's not a lot left of the boxers because he was using them as bandages for the rest of us, but there might be enough to keep your hands clean. They can barely stay up, but it will be a good reminder for all of us to see what Peter went through before he died."
Reid didn't scold him for the outburst. Reid was holding Peter's hand now, waiting for Jenny's response. She looked down for a few minutes. She wasn't going to face any charges for what happened to Peter, but Morgan was never going to look at her the same way again if she couldn't help move the poor kid next to the window. She eventually scooted over to where they were, and Morgan was getting angry when he saw her looking at the torn underpants. Was she actually thinking about taking them off Peter? Morgan was going to tell her to just forget it when she put her hands around Peter's ankles.
"Okay," she said. "I'm ready." Reid looked surprised, but he didn't say anything. He moved in front of Peter, and carefully put his hands underneath Peter's shoulders. He got on his feet, and on the count of three, both of them stood up with Peter being held between them. Jenny refused to look at the body, but that didn't matter. She was helping. She walked backwards, and Reid kept the watch to make sure she didn't trip over anything. Morgan was right though. It was only a few steps away. They circled around the couch with ease, and Reid told her to stop right by the window. They lowered his body to the carpet by the window, and his body was gently set down. Jenny took several steps back as soon as his feet were out of her hands, but Reid sat with him.
"Thank you," Reid said. Reid put his back against the window. Reid wasn't planning on moving from Peter anytime soon.
"How did you get here?" Morgan asked to change the subject. If they kept talking about Peter, he was going to feel worse than he already did. Jenny sat back down next to the bookcase and pulled out the book closest to her. "You knew Tatiana?"
"Yeah," she said. "We've been coworkers since she was in high school. She was homeschooled until she got to college, so the job was like the first time she actually got to get out of the house and meet other people. She was super shy forever, but we became like best friends. And she just started dating this guy a few months ago, and she invited him to the cabin for Valentine's Day. She invited me over to do her make up since I'm really good at it."
"So her parents or siblings have no idea she's even here?" Reid asked.
"Her sister might know," Jenny said. "Like they are really close. Closer than most. But I don't know. She didn't mention her sister coming to check on her or anything."
"Were the unsubs here when you guys got here?" Morgan asked her. She gave him a confused look. They usually did. "Unknown subjects. The bad guys. Were they hiding in the cabin?"
"Um, no," she said thinking back. Morgan was barely paying attention. He was on edge waiting for the unsubs to come back. He knew they weren't going to stay gone for much longer. "I was just starting her makeup and the doorbell rang so she went to go answer it. It was too early for the guy, so I just waited for her. But she didn't come back. One of the guys, the blonde ass, found me waiting for her in the bedroom. He brought me to the den where Tati was, and they did stuff to us. A lot of stuff, but then they separated us. They brought me to Tati's bedroom, and they tried to kill me, I think. So I pretended to be dead. And that's where your friend, Peter, found me. I haven't seen Tatiana since. Did you guys see her in here?"
"Yes," Morgan said. "We never got to talk to her though. She was dead when we got here."
Jenny put her hand over her mouth and looked at her feet. "How? Never mind, don't tell me. Where is she now? I don't see her in here."
"They unsubs bury most of their victims," Reid said. "None of us saw what they did, but they told us she's buried in the backyard. I don't think they were making that up."
Jenny nodded. "And was it just you guys then here?"
"There was another woman too," Morgan said. "She was shot in the head playing some stupid game. They put her in the backyard too. That's part of their rituals. They wear those gloves to hide their fingerprints and get rid of the bodies after the murders." Morgan knew that when they did come back, they were probably going to get rid of Peter's body, but Morgan wasn't going to tell Reid that. He was sure the boy genius already knew, but if by some miracle the body was left alone, Morgan would make sure he was brought back home to his parents. He looked over at the television again, but it was just previous recorded footage playing. He hadn't seen J.J. talk to the reporters since before Reid and Peter played the game. "Reid."
The baby of their team lifted his head towards Morgan. He was sick, and Morgan didn't think he had ever seen anything sadder than an extremely pale Reid sitting next to his dead friend. Morgan's heart sunk. "I haven't seen J.J. on the news for a while. Or anyone on the team. Since before you guys left."
Reid looked over at the television, and Morgan could just see some spark coming back in his big eyes. "They found us?"
"Jenny, after Peter left the nightstand in the room, did you hear any little noises or anything? Like maybe it sounded like a radio or someone talking far away?" Morgan asked her.
She closed her eyes, thinking back. Relief flooded over Morgan when she nodded her head. "Yeah, I thought it was a television on in another room which was funny cause they never played it before. It didn't last long. When I was alone again, I think I only heard like one more thing and it stopped. Why?"
"Peter got to the phone," Reid said smiling weakly. Morgan was smiling too and hit his fist against the floor. Morgan could barely believe it, but the timing worked out perfectly. Peter called the police, and that's why J.J. was gone. J.J. wouldn't have just left the studio if the team didn't know where Morgan and Reid were. They were going to be rescued. "Thank you," Reid whispered to Peter. "Thank you so much."
"Your team is coming?" Jenny asked. She was looking over at the television too, but she hadn't seen any of the earlier broadcasts. All of it was still new to her. She probably had no idea they were even on the news.
"Yes," Morgan said confidently. He felt ecstatic. This nightmare was finally over. They would be home soon. Reid was still smiling, and even Jenny's mood seemed brighter. Morgan was already thinking about getting a hot chocolate after the doctors finished fixing him up. He wouldn't have to stay overnight at the hospital. His wounds didn't feel that severe, but only a doctor would know. He was sure Garcia was worried sick about him. He was going to have to hug her first. He didn't like to think about how worried she was. He knew she was sitting in front of some computer trying her hardest to bring them home. She was just as involved as the rest of the team in finding these unsubs and bringing Reid and Morgan home. He owed her his life.
When they heard the door opening, Reid finally left Peter. The baby of the team didn't look like he really wanted to leave Peter, but he didn't have a choice if he wanted Peter to remain invisible to their captors. Reid sat next to Morgan against the couch, and Jenny took her spot besides Morgan. He already missed Peter. He didn't know Jenny, and he wasn't confident that she was going to be a team player like Peter was. The team was on their way, but all of them would be dead in less than a minute if something went wrong with Anthony or Michael. Jenny needed to be on the same page as Morgan and Reid. Anthony led the way in, but Michael was right behind him. Like always. Michael was back to eating another corndog. Ketchup was dripping from the corners of his mouth which was another grim reminder of what happened to Peter. Anthony kept his hands behind his back.
"Well, that was fun. Wasn't it?" Anthony asked. "We got one more down, but looks like another player joined your team. I guess we can count Peter as the winner of the last game. Sound fair?"
No one said anything. Morgan wasn't going to do one little thing to screw up their chance at rescue. The team was probably almost there. They just needed to hold out a little bit longer.
"I'm sorry to say though that our time is running short," Anthony continued. "I am aware that none of you poor souls have access to a clock, but it's only a few short hours until dawn. If we don't speed up here, I do believe me and Michael will lose our bet. And we never lose. Have we ever lost Michael?"
We have never lost a bet Anthony," Michael said agreeing. He took another bite of his food, and Morgan's stomach turned.
"And in case you all forgot, the bet was that none of you will be alive by the morning," Anthony said with the upmost confidence. Peter was right. By this point, there was nothing in the world stopping them from just shooting Morgan and the others in the head and be done with it. Morgan didn't think they would, but there was always that nagging voice in the back of his mind saying that they could just do that. That scared Morgan.
"What do you want man?" Morgan asked. He needed all attention to be on him. He wasn't going to let Reid get hurt again. He wasn't stupid. He knew Anthony and Michael weren't going to leave until more blood was shed. He just had to make sure it was his blood.
"Hold out your other arm, Agent Morgan," Anthony said smiling. He pulled the silver crowbar out from behind his back and positioned it over his shoulder like a baseball bat. They wanted to break his other arm. The first arm still hurt like hell, and every time he moved his leg, a burning sensation traveled up his system.
He wasn't afraid of Anthony though. Anthony was a brat who was going to be put in his place soon enough. Morgan was going to personally make sure that Michael was served corndogs at every meal since he liked them so much. They weren't going to get away with any of this crap. Morgan held out his arm, but he wouldn't look away. He was going to look Anthony right in the eye as the ass broke his other arm. Anthony raised the bar up for the strike, but as the bar came back down towards him arm, Morgan was pushed out of the way. He fell on his shoulder and grunted in pain as his broken arm shifted from the book holding it in place. A wave of dizziness passed over him, but it didn't last long. Reid's hoarse scream brought him back to a reality he wasn't ready to face.
Morgan turned around and saw Reid lying on the floor cradling his own arm. A black bruise was spreading underneath the kid's shoulder, and Jenny was already scooting out of the way. Anthony was laughing like he was having the time of his life. "You seriously can't plan things like this. Isn't how wonderful how stuff like this just happens? I mean, here I am planning a fun attack on Agent Morgan and then Agent Reid volunteers himself."
"That is pretty funny Anthony," Michael said. He finished his corn dog with one big bite and threw the stick on top of Reid. Reid, keeping his hand on his bruised arm, turned his back towards his attackers. Jenny was almost on the other side of the couch, and before Morgan could even straighten himself out, Anthony slammed the crowbar on Reid's shoulder blades. Reid let out a deafening scream, and Morgan swore that he heard something inside of the boy genius just snap. Reid curled himself into a ball, and Morgan ignored the throbbing pain coming from his own arm to get to his friend, but Anthony wouldn't wait. He came right back down on the baby of the team with the crowbar again, and this time, the deadly weapon collided with Reid's hip bone. Reid's agonizing scream filled the room until his already hoarse voice gave out.
"Think we should take off his underwear?" Anthony asked. "Pretty sure he isn't going to need them anymore. We might be able to donate it to charity if we can get the blood off it." Anthony swung the crowbar once again on the boy genius' back, but this time, Reid didn't scream.
"Stop it!" Morgan yelled at them. They weren't going to listen, but that did distract them enough to lay off the crowbar for a minute. Morgan got himself on his hip and dragged himself over to where the boy genius laid in a fetal position.
"Agent Morgan, that's against the rules," Anthony told him in a sing songy voice. Morgan didn't care. He shielded Reid with his own body the very best he could. "I take back the underwear donation idea. I didn't see how ripped up it was. It's not really even covering him up. Oh well."
"Fuck you and your rules!" Morgan said.
Morgan didn't see Michael draw the gun out from his jeans, and he didn't see Michael inch closer and closer to where Morgan was trying to hide Reid. He didn't see the ass until Michael had the gun raised up at the both of them. When the gun fired, it was almost like slow motion. Morgan saw it go off, and he turned as fast as he could back towards the boy genius. He closed his eyes, preparing for the bullet, but he was never hit. Morgan waited almost a full minute, but he never felt any pain. He didn't feel any blood coming out or even so much as a tickle against his skin. When he finally opened his eyes, Reid's head was completely on the carpet with what looked like dark blood coming out from his head. Morgan's mouth dropped open, and he struggled to lift Reid's head to see where the kid got hit. He could barely hear anything and the world around him was spinning, but Reid needed him. Badly.
"What did you do that for?" Anthony asked. Anthony threw the bloody crowbar against the staircase and plopped himself on the couch to get a better view of Reid's injuries. No matter what Morgan did, Reid wasn't moving. Morgan carefully turned Reid so he could see his face, but Reid didn't move. It didn't even look like he was breathing.
"Entertainment," Michael said with the biggest smile on his face. "We should bury him in the yard though. He's dead." Anthony bent down so close to Morgan and Reid that Morgan could smell his breath.
"You're right," Anthony said. "He is deader than dead. We can put him next to the girls."
Morgan didn't know if Reid was dead or not, but Morgan wasn't going to let those assholes touch Reid. Morgan put his good arm over Reid and got as close to Reid as he could physically get. "Don't worry Reid. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere." Reid made no response, but his body felt cold to the touch. Reid couldn't be dead. He had to be faking it, but there was no denying the blood on the carpet was coming from Reid.
Hotch hated the waiting. They knew where Morgan and Reid were, but they had to wait for a plan or everything that could go wrong would go wrong. There wasn't any time for mistakes. They had been gone for so long already, and time still wasn't on their side. It was hard to pay attention to the details the park ranger was telling them. Hotch already had the floorplan of the house memorized, and there were only three doors leading outside from the cabin. Hotch wanted the cabin completely surrounded with his agents and the police at every single exit so they could catch the unsubs before they could flee. With any luck, they would have the element of surprise. There wasn't going to be any blaring sirens or shouting cops. It was going to be quiet so they could catch the unsubs off guard.
"The bad guys here aren't going to come into custody willingly. Are they?" Calvin asked. Calvin zipped up his jacket the rest of the way and was putting gloves on. It was a chilly night.
"Probably not," Rossi said. "But let us handle them. Your main focus is getting all the captives in there to safety." Hotch heard a car drive up outside and was relieved when he saw J.J. and the sheriff getting out. As soon as J.J. was caught up with the floorplans of the cabin, they were heading out.
Hotch stood in front of the group gathered together as soon as J.J. found a seat. The group wasn't large by any means. Hotch counted three officers besides the sheriff, the two park rangers sat behind their desks, and Hotch's team were scattered about the room. None of them looked tired even though Hotch knew they were all exhausted.
"The men we are looking for are still to be considered armed and dangerous," Hotch began. "As someone pointed out earlier, they won't come into custody easily. They will fight back, and from we have seen so far, these unsubs are smart. They might already have a plan for this scenario, so we need to stay alert."
"There's three doors that need to be watched," Rossi said. "There's the front door of the cabin facing the west side, and there's two doors in back. One door leads to the kitchen while the last door leads to the back of the property. There's windows of course, but the unsubs are more likely to try to escape from one of the doors."
"There's five people that have been abducted that we know of," Prentiss said. "There could be more, but those five are the only ones known at this time. Sarah Nelson. Jenny Parker. Spencer Reid. Derek Morgan. Peter Boyle. One of the daughters of the cabin owner might also be locked up in there. Tatiana Garland. Bringing the kidnapped victims to safety is our main concern."
"You have an ambulance waiting already?" Hotch asked the sheriff.
The older man nodded. "They are waiting on the highway for our call. It will be really hard to hide the noise that one of those vehicles can make so I thought it was best to keep them hidden."
"Prentiss and J.J., I want you watching the back door. Rossi will be at the kitchen entrance with Calvin, and I'll handle the front door with the sheriff. All other officers I want around the general area so in case the unsubs do manage to run, they can't get far. Any questions?" Hotch asked.
Nobody raised their hands or spoke up. This was it. "Remember. No sirens. All talking must be done in whispers. If the unsubs find us outside and waiting, I wouldn't put it past them to just kill all of the victims so we need to be quiet. The cars we drive in can't be making much noise either so let's wait five minutes in between each vehicle which should give everyone enough time to park without being noticed."
"Please bring my boys home," Garcia said quietly. She had tears in her eyes, and she was clutching some stuffed animal that she found in her purse. "Don't think I'll even be able to breathe until I know they are safe."
J.J. walked over to her and hugged Garcia. Garcia accepted the hug, but she didn't end up sobbing on J.J.'s shoulder. She found her composure, but J.J. was still the one who had to break the hug. Hotch hated having to bring Garcia there, but they needed all the help they could get. Garcia never did well when she way away from the familiar surroundings of her colorful workspace. The abductions happened less than a day before, but Garcia wasn't handling it well at all. It was scary for all of them. The thoughts of Morgan and Reid already being dead wouldn't disappear from his thoughts no matter how hard he tried.
"Ready agent?" the sheriff asked. Hotch nodded his head and followed the sheriff outside. He reminded the others to give him at least five minutes before the next group headed out. When he sat down in the passenger seat next to the sheriff, he kept willing the thoughts of Reid and Morgan gone and out of his memory, but it wasn't working. Whenever he closed his eyes, all he could see was their lifeless bodies covered in bruises and blood. Hotch wasn't going to let that happen. It wasn't too late for his friends. They had to still be alive and waiting.
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