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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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Hotch was glad that he was able to give his team some off that Friday. They had been working nonstop it seemed for the past month, and all of them needed a break. He knew it wasn't going to last long, but he enjoyed every second of it while he could. He spent most of his night watching cartoons with Jack, and he was embarrassed to admit that he fell asleep halfway through the second movie. He wasn't aware of how tired he really was. He was known to working himself to the breaking point, but he never once wanted to miss out on spending some time with his son. He didn't know if Jack even noticed that his dad fell asleep, but Jack didn't wake him up. Hotch probably would have slept the entire night through if his phone didn't start ringing. He jerked himself awake. The second movie they were watching still wasn't over yet, and Jack didn't seem concerned about the ringing phone.
Hotch excused himself and went to the kitchen so he wouldn't disturb the movie. The caller was Strauss so he knew this call couldn't wait.
"Hotch," he answered. He went to the pantry and found a bag of popcorn that he could heat up. Eating a little might help him wake up. He wasn't planning on falling asleep again.
"I'm going to need you and your team here immediately," Strauss said. "There's been two confirmed kidnappings in just the past few hours. The kidnappings were only miles apart, and not far from the office."
"How do we know they are from the same unsub?" Hotch asked. He didn't want to go back to work tonight.
"Same things found at both scenes," Strauss said. She sounded impatient. "Both left cars behind. Cell phones found near the cars. Blood was only found at one of the scenes, but we can't find any trace of where they went."
"Are they the same type of victim?"
"32 year old female. Not married. Worked as a nurse at the emergency room. She was last seen leaving work to see a movie. Her car was found at the back of the parking lot at the theater, but she never purchased a ticket for a movie. Second confirmed abduction is 21 year old male. Not married. Worked at fast food. Told his mother he was going to pick up his sister from dance class. His car was found near the studio, but he was gone."
They didn't sound anything alike to Hotch, and it could easily be two separate cases. The woman might be browsing at the mall and the kid might have lost track of time because he ran into a friend, but Hotch wasn't going to question Strauss.
"Please get here soon." Strauss hung up.
Hotch wasn't looking forward to telling Jack that he was leaving, but he didn't have a choice. He decided to call the team up before he left so they could all get there around the same time. Rossi and Prentiss both picked up on the first ring. They sounded just as excited as he was about getting another case, but these people needed their help. There was no denying that if this woman and young man really were abducted, their lives were in danger. J.J. and Garcia told Hotch that they would be there in 20 minutes, and Hotch was already in his car. The only ones who didn't answer were Morgan and Reid. He remembered that Morgan gave Reid a ride to a bookstore or something. Hotch didn't think much of it, but he was still expecting them to show up together in less than an hour.
By the time that Hotch got to the office, Garcia was already set up and ready to go. She had photos of the missing up on the screen, and Rossi had the points where they were taken circled on the map. Hotch was only waiting a few minutes before J.J. and Prentiss arrived. J.J. look she had just been woken up from a nap. He was sure that even if the others weren't sleeping when they got the call, they weren't far from sleep. Morgan and Reid were the only ones not there. He was sure they were on their way. If they didn't come in half an hour, Hotch would call them again.
"Are we waiting?" Garcia asked.
"No, start without them," Hotch said. They didn't have time to wait.
"Ok then," Garcia said standing up. "Two abductions." Garcia put a photo of a woman on the screen in front of them. She had shorter brown hair, about shoulder length, and brown eyes. She had a pleasant smile in the photo. "Sarah Nelson. 32 years old. She started working as a nurse after she graduated college. She's single, but she is dating one of her co-workers. From what I could gather though in the few minutes I had before you guys came in, she is just an average person. She was making car payments, but she's not majorly behind in any debt."
"Was anyone angry about her dating the co-worker?" J.J. asked.
"Not from what I could find," Garcia said. "They both had pictures of each other all of their social network pages, and they are a super cute couple."
"Okay, who is the second abduction?" Hotch asked. Maybe Garcia was able to find a connection between the two that Hotch missed.
Garcia changed the photo they were looking at to that of a boy. He was a skinny kid with messy blonde hair and brown eyes. He didn't look anything like Sarah Nelson. "Peter Boyle. 21 years old. He was attending a community college. Doesn't look like he decided on a major yet. He was working at a burger place which isn't all that exciting. He's single. Lives at home with his parents and little sister. "
Garcia moved Peter's picture to the side so the team could see the two missing people side by side. Obviously, the unsub didn't have a type that Hotch could narrow down. "Sarah Nelson was last seen around 6pm. She was meeting up with her friends to see some movie, and she never showed up, but her car was in the parking lot. Peter Boyle was picking up his sister from her dance class around 8pm. His car was parked on the street, but he was nowhere to be found."
"How do we know these two cases are related again?" Rossi asked.
"They were both taken from the same area," Garcia said. "The movie theater was just about three miles from the dance class. They both had their cell phones, and both phones were found near the cars. I couldn't find any footage of the abductions, but there was blood in front a bench where Peter Boyle was taken."
"Did they know each other?" Prentiss asked.
"I don't think so," Garcia said.
"So this is unsub was just waiting to find victims who were alone and of low risk in terms of being able to fight back," Rossi concluded.
"Ok," Hotch said standing up. Morgan and Reid still hadn't called him. "Rossi and Prentiss, go to the Peter Boyle scene. I'll go with J.J. to meet with the sheriff, and I was going to have Morgan and Reid go to the Sarah Nelson scene."
"I'll try calling them," J.J. volunteered. She excused herself while Hotch looked closer at the two missing people. They both had brown eyes, but that was as far as the similarities went. Rossi was right. The unsub hadn't been stalking these victims for weeks or thoroughly planned out the abductions. These people were just in the wrong place at the wrong time.
J.J. came back looking slightly alarmed. "Neither one answered. Spence's phone went straight to voicemail and Morgan's phone rang about five times before voicemail."
Hotch felt more alarmed than J.J. felt. This wasn't like them to ignore phone calls. Something had to be wrong. "Okay, J.J., you go meet with the sheriff. Prentiss, you still go look at where Peter was abducted. I'll go with Rossi to find Morgan and Reid. Garcia, can you track their phones?"
"Yeah," Garcia said. "What do you think is wrong?"
"It's probably nothing," Prentiss said. "Everyone loses track of their phones sometimes."
Hotch nodded, but he didn't think that was the case. He had a bad feeling in the pit of his gut that he couldn't just shake off. A little voice in the back of his head was screaming at him to stop talking and go find Morgan and Reid right then and there. Garcia sent Hotch the locations of their phones, which were at the exact same spot, and Hotch left with Rossi to find them. He was sure they were okay. They had to be okay.
The car ride shared between Morgan, Reid, and the figure on the floor was silent. Their captors didn't say one word, and even though Morgan wasn't counting the minutes, they weren't in the car that long. When they parked, the captors got out of the car and took Morgan and the others to their new location one by one. Reid was the first one they took, and while they were gone, Morgan tried in vain to get blindfold off. He was sure it was possible to do even with his hands tied up, but he was nervous. He didn't know what they were doing to Reid, and that scared him more than any pain they put him through. When they came back, they didn't get Morgan. He felt them take the person on the floor instead. They slammed the door behind them, and Morgan was left alone. He struggled some more with his restraints, but they were on just too tight. He would need help. Maybe Reid would be able to get them off.
When they finally came for Morgan, they weren't gentle. He was pushed out of the vehicle, and landed on his broken leg with a loud grunt. He was picked up by one of the men, and dragged through some kind of house. His attacker didn't say anything as they went down some kind of hallway. A door was opened, and Morgan was thrown inside. He fell down a few steps and landed on a carpet. The door was shut, and he heard it being locked from the other side. He immediately rubbed his face on the carpet and twisted his head around, and it only took a few seconds for the bandana around his eyes become loose enough to fall off.
Morgan sat up and looked around the room. Reid was near one of the walls, and he was working on getting his bandana off as well. If he couldn't get it off, Morgan would find a way to help him. All of them needed to see. The room looked like a den in an average sized home. The carpet was a dark maroon color, and it was probably nice at one time during its existence, but it was currently stained with questionable material. There was a large wooden bookcase that was empty except for a few, small books and there was a yellow couch in front of a television. To Morgan's surprise, the television was actually on. He didn't know what the show was, but it wasn't calming his nerves. There was a matching recliner near the sofa, and there were four steps behind Morgan leading up to another room. He already knew that the door in front of the staircase was locked.
He shifted his focus as to who was in the room with him. He knew Reid was there, but who was the figure on the floor in the car? The first person to catch his eyes was a woman lying on the couch. She was sobbing loudly into a pillow and rolling around so much that it was a wonder how she managed to stay on the couch. She was wearing a red skirt with stockings and a black sweater. If she was wearing shoes at any point during the night, they were long gone. Tangled brown hair fell over her face, but Morgan couldn't see any blood on her. Other than her fear, she was alright. Near the bookcase, Morgan spotted a boy. Morgan could just see a red bump underneath his dirty blonde hair, but his eyes were closed. His body was slumped over like he was still passed out, and Morgan concluded this was the figure by their feet. He was wearing a blue sweater, jeans, and black tennis shoes. Just like the others, his arms were pulled behind his back. The first task on Morgan's list was to get all of the bandanas away from their eyes. They needed to see.
Morgan knew that he wasn't going to be able to stand up on his own anytime soon, but that didn't mean he couldn't move. He got on his elbows and used them to scoot across the floor towards Reid. As soon as he got inches away from the boy genius, Reid got his bandana off and was analyzing their situation in his mind.
"Where are we?" Reid whispered.
"Your guess is as good as my guess," Morgan answered. "Looks like a house."
"Four of us in here, and I heard that door lock when they left too. Did they say anything to you when they brought you?" Reid asked.
"No," Morgan said. "They were quiet, but we should probably help these people out." He motioned to the people who were still struggling in their restraints. Even though Morgan couldn't walk, he was still free enough to help them get off their bandanas. It would be more difficult for Reid in those handcuffs, but Reid didn't argue and got on his feet and headed for the blonde boy. Morgan got on his knees, and even though it hurt like hell, he got himself in front of the couch next to the woman.
"It's okay," he whispered to her. He used his arms to pull himself on the couch next to her, and as carefully as he could, he took off the bandana. His eyes found hers, and by the grace of God, she didn't scream. She got into a sitting position, but scooted to the far side of the couch.
Morgan looked over at Reid, and somehow, Reid got the bandana off of the blonde kid. Just like the lady, the kid retreated to a corner after he got his sight back. "Please don't hurt me," the kid pleaded with Reid.
"You're going to be alright," Reid assured the boy. "What's your name?"
"I'm Peter," the blonde said. "You're not one of the guys who took me. Who are you?"
Before Reid could answer, the door slammed open. Morgan turned around, and the woman on the couch with him scooted closer to him. None of them wanted to be alone in this. The first one in the doorway was the older of the two unsubs. He was tall with mousey brown hair, dark eyes, and a narrow face. He was clean shaven, didn't have any blemishes on his skin, and his teeth were straight. Morgan noted he was wearing the same outfit he was during the abductions complete with the white gloves. The second unsub was a very steps behind the first one. This guy was shorter by a few inches, but he wore an identical outfit and had the same damned gloves. He had dirty blonde hair that hung around his face, dark eyes, but he had a rounder face. Morgan couldn't tell if these two were related or not. Unlike the first guy, the second one walked in with a corndog in his hand. He shut the door behind him while the older unsub looked around the room.
"Glad to see that we are all becoming friends. Isn't that nice?" he asked the group. "I think it's about time that we all introduce ourselves. What do you guys think?"
He didn't give them a chance to answer. He pulled Reid to his feet using Reid's jacket, and walked him over to the couch. He pushed Reid on the couch next to Morgan, and repeated the action with the blonde boy named Peter. The kid was placed next to Reid. Their abductor sat in an armchair across from them, and he leaned forward to study their faces. It was unnerving. The younger one sat down next to his unsub buddy, and he was still eating on that corndog.
"Any of you guys hungry?" he asked them. "I don't know what's in the fridge."
"Whose house is this?" Reid asked.
"What makes you think we don't own this house?" the older unsub asked. He was smiling pleasantly at Reid.
"You're wearing gloves to hide your fingerprints," Reid pointed out. Morgan hadn't even thought of that. "He doesn't know what kind of food is in this house other than what he is currently eating, and there's another body behind the television."
"You are the smart one," he replied clapping in his hands. "Okay. Now, we are all going to say our names and something interesting about ourselves. Like we did back in school. I'm sure you all remember how. Let's start with the lady. Remember, your name and something interesting."
She looked at Morgan, but he didn't know what to tell her. He was still trying to get a good look at the body behind the television. "Sarah Nelson. Um, I have a cat at home with one blue eye and one brown eye."
"What color is the cat?" the younger unsub asked.
"She's black. Her name is Salem," Sarah said. Her voice was cracking, but she was doing a pretty good job at keeping calm under the circumstances.
"See how easy that was?" the older unsub asked. "You're turn Mister FBI agent. The younger guy was calling you Morgan. Am I right?"
"Yes." Morgan said.
"Okay, let me guess…Morgan Smith? Morgan Turner? Morgan….um… What was the interesting thing about you?"
"He already said he worked for the FBI," the younger unsub said nudging his friend.
"Okay, right…" he said. "I'll come back to you Morgan. Who do we have next?"
"This isn't a joke," Morgan said firmly. "I really am a federal agent, and you need to stop this right now before things get even worse."
"Worse how?" Michael asked. He took a big bite out of the corndog, and stared at Morgan. Morgan was really beginning to hate corndogs now.
"I'm sure neither one of you want to spend the rest of your lives in prison," Morgan said. "That's exactly what's going to happen to you if you don't let us go right now."
"I don't think prison sounds like fun," Michael said. He broke eye contact with Morgan, and took another bite of his late dinner.
"Like I said earlier before I was rudely interrupted, who is our next buddy?" Anthony asked.
Reid looked terribly uncomfortable, but he looked both unsubs in the eye. "My name is Tom Carey. I like reading more than watching television."
The older unsub clapped. "Interesting, interesting. You're turn kid!"
Peter looked at Morgan, and took a deep breath. "Peter Boyle. I have two dogs that sleep with me on my bed every night."
"Excellent," the older unsub said. "Now we should introduce ourselves as well. After you dummy," he said rudely nudging his buddy.
"My name is Michael," the dirty blonde unsub said in a rather quiet voice. There was no question who was the dominant of the two.
"And he obviously likes corndogs," his friend finished off for him. "My name is Anthony, and let me think…Something interesting about me…I'm not afraid of the dark. Alright, who wants to play a little game?"
Michael raised his hand, but none of the others answered. Morgan was still trying his best to profile his guys. He was going off the wild assumption that they were brothers, but even if they weren't, the younger guy had a strange loyalty to the other one. There wasn't a doubt anymore that these two killed before, and that woman behind the television wasn't their first victim. They thought this through from the location down to their fingerprints. They weren't going to take any chances, but were the victims just random? It didn't seem like they had a type.
"Okay…game it is," Anthony said when no one said anything. "I'm thinking of a number one through ten. There are four of you so I'm sure one of you will guess it. Let me tell Michael my number so you can tell I'm not playing favorites." He put his gloved hand to Michael's ear, and it did look like he whispered something, but Morgan didn't hear anything. "Ok. You all ready? Let's go in the same order we did last time starting with Sarah."
Sarah was biting the inside of one of her cheeks out of some kind of nervous habit. "Three," she finally said.
"Alright. Morgan Eastwood. Your turn. Eastwood sounds kind of cool, right? Like Clint Eastwood, but Morgan Eastwood. I like it."
"Ten," Morgan said. He didn't care what these idiots thought his name was.
"Okay, Thomas," Anthony said.
"One," Reid said without hesitation."
"Last but not least. Pete, what's your number?" Anthony asked.
"Six," Pete answered.
"Very good job to all of you, and I thank you so much for playing," Anthony said standing up. Morgan felt his body tense up. Something was wrong. "Sarah won this round, but don't worry my friends, your turns will come." Without any warning, Anthony pulled a small gun out from a back pocket and aimed right at Sarah's forehead. He fired, and in less than a second, the bullet was inside Sarah's head. Blood splattered over Morgan's cheek and neck as her body fell back against the couch. Peter screamed.
"We will have to continue our games later if that's alright with you," Anthony said putting the gun back out of Morgan's sight. "Guess good old Salem isn't going to see her mommy again," Anthony said laughing. That laugh was the scariest thing Morgan heard all night. "We should probably put these bodies somewhere before they start stinking up the room. Am I right?"
"What was the woman by the television's name?" Reid asked.
"Don't remember," Michael answered. "Think it started with a T…Tatiana maybe?"
"Okay Michael, you can get Miss Tatiana while I grab Sarah," Anthony ordered. "And Morgan Eastwood, there's a blanket or something on the couch. You can probably use that to clean your face off with. I don't think Tatiana will mind."
Michael didn't argue. Morgan thought about attacking Anthony while he was taking the body away, but he decided against it. There was too much at risk if his plan failed. He was going to have to come up with a better plan with Reid. He focused his attention on Michael dragging the body of a young woman away from the television. She was wearing a blue sweater and a darker colored skirt with tights and boots. She looked very tall, taller than Michael, but was more on the thin side with delicate features. Her dark auburn hair was tangled on her shoulders, but Morgan didn't see a bullet hole anywhere on her head. He let his eyes wander down, and finally spotted three bloody stains just around her chest. She didn't look anything like the others that these guys brought to this place, and either Michael prefers stabbing to shooting or they don't rely on one type of murder. Their victims were random and the types of deaths were random.
"She was very pretty, wasn't she?" Michael asked Morgan.
Morgan didn't say anything. Anthony was already up the stairs with Michael dragging Tatiana not far behind. "You sure you guys aren't hungry? There was more corndogs, and I think there was bread and stuff if you wanted some kind of sandwich," Michael said. He was really intent on feeding them, but once again, they stayed silent. Michael shrugged, and finished getting up the few steps. He set her body outside the doorway first, and when he left, Morgan heard the door lock behind him. Just outside the door, Anthony started laughing.
As soon as it got quiet, Peter jumped to his feet and tried running. He fell after a few steps, but he crawled as fast as he could to the bookcase and threw up. When he was done, he turned back to face them. He was breathing heavier, but he didn't look sick.
"Sorry," Peter said. "I didn't think he was going to ever finish eating that corndog. Why did he keep wanting to give us food? And why did the other guy shoot that lady?"
"I don't know kid," Morgan said. He reached behind him, and found a maroon colored blanket that Anthony was talking about. He wiped his face with it, and put it aside. He didn't mind blood. He just didn't want it on his face. "What are we dealing with Reid?"
"They've been doing this for a while," Reid said looking around the room. "Anthony is the mastermind. Michael would probably walk off a cliff if Anthony said it was a good idea, but they had this planned out perfectly. They knew where they were going to keep us, and they already knew one of us was going to die before they left."
"Your name is Reid?" Peter asked.
"Spencer Reid."
Morgan hated that Reid was here. He swore the boy genius could write a huge book on how many times something went terribly wrong during his time at the BAU. His life would have been so much simpler if he chose a different path. Reid wouldn't admit it, but Morgan saw fear in the younger man's eyes. Anthony and Michael were clearly on a different level of crazy than Tobias Hankle, but they were just as dangerous and Reid was in handcuffs. The only difference was that when he was with Henkle, he was alone with those video cameras. This time around, Morgan was with him and he would be damned before he let something happen to Reid.
"You gave them a fake name?" Peter asked with wide eyes. "That's genius! I wish I thought of that. What branch of the FBI do you work for sir?" Peter asked looking at Morgan.
"BAU," Morgan said. "We both do." As much as he wanted to continue amazing the kid, they had work to do if they were planning on getting out of there tonight.
"So are you guys partners or do have a team?" Peter asked. "Is your boss going to come looking for you guys if you don't answer the phone?"
Morgan wanted to say that Hotch and the others knew by now that they were missing, but unless they got some urgent case, Hotch would have no reason to bother them. Morgan hoped that someone would try calling him by the morning, but at the rate these two guys were killing, they weren't going to last till morning.
"They will find us," Reid told Pete.
"Not if they decide to play another guessing game," Pete said quietly.
Pete was right about that, but Morgan brushed that to the back of his mind. He looked around the room again. There had to be something they could use as a weapon, but they were running out of time. Morgan didn't think they would go through the time and energy to properly bury the bodies. They would probably ditch them in some nearby alley and that would be it, but like Reid said, they knew exactly what they were doing and all of this was probably just routine to them. They put Reid and Pete in handcuffs and made sure that Morgan couldn't use his legs. He didn't need his legs to kick their ass, but he wasn't willing to make any mistakes that could end up killing Reid or Pete.
"I don't think Tatiana was missing for that long," Reid said breaking the silence.
"How do you know?" Morgan asked.
"I didn't see her picture on the news," Reid said. "She was dead, but she was still in the first few steps of decomposition. "I think she's only been dead a few hours, and if she just went missing, they didn't keep her long."
Morgan nodded in agreement. If they were able to somehow take down Anthony, Michael would be easy. They might even be able to convince Michael to let them go if they got him alone. Out of all of this, Morgan did see something different about what happened to Tatiana than what was going on with them. She was all alone. She didn't have any buddies with her, and they just let her body lie there after she died. It was possible that there were more with her, and their bodies were taken before she met her end, but Morgan didn't think. These two were getting bolder and stronger with every kill. They thought they were past the point of making mistakes, and that was what Morgan how to look out for. They were going to make a mistake, and when they did, Morgan would be ready.
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