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Thrown to the Dogs	By : hatochiisai Category: 1 through F > Criminal Minds Views: 4828 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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VERMONT
4:45 PM

Reid huddled against the side of the dog crate for the warmth that was being provided by Brandywine, leaning against the plastic. Still he shivered; his breath misted in the cold air and he was struggling on and off with not letting himself fall into a flashback of being locked up in a dog crate.
He didn't know how long the car ride was… over an hour, he knew. When they finally arrived, the tarp was thrown off of the crate and he was staring at a gun again. "Get out." The man he knew as Dalton said. Slowly, keeping his hands up, Reid obeyed. They were in a large yard surrounded by kennels and runs. Dogs were barking… Big dogs… There were five pit bulls, two large Rottweilers, a blood hound, a St. Bernard, four huskies, two malamutes, a Belgian Malinois, a couple of various pointers, setters and spaniels, several hounds, an Old English Sheepdog and two large Neopolitan Mastiffs. The short haired dogs were all wearing sweaters… A large elkhound trotted around the corner of a house that sat at the end of the yard, and two dachshunds came with her.
Dalton prodded Reid with the gun and guided him towards the house, chuckling as Reid winced when the dachshunds started barking at him. He was forced into the house and made to stand in the middle of the kitchen.
"… Strip." The man ordered. Reid balked.
"W-What?"
"I said strip!"
"Mr. Dalton, please, I—"
"Morton."
"… What?"
"My name is Morton. Now do as you're told."
"No! I… I'm not doing that! AH!" He yelped as the man struck him in the head with the butt of the gun.
"Look, either you can strip yourself, or I'll let the dogs rip your clothes off. And you'll get a bit ripped up in the process." Reid stared at the man, then slowly obeyed, taking of his clothes until he stood naked and shivering. Morton seized his arms dragged him over to a door. He opened it and flung Reid through. Reid cried out as the floor disappeared and he plunged down a set of stairs and into darkness. He hit the ground hard and lay there groaning, gasping for breath and fighting back flashbacks of Coronado AND Shane Harvey… After a few minutes, he opened his eyes. A single night light showed that he was in a small basement, and there was a pile of old blankets on the floor against the wall. It was there that he moved, shivering.
Then the door at the top of the stairs opened, and the man walked down. Trotting at his side was a massive German Shepherd Dog. Reid's eyes widened and he slowly moved back against the wall, heart pounding against his ribcage. The victims had been torn apart by dogs… was this beast the one that had done the killing?
"Blitz, Achtung!" Morton commanded, and the dog stared up at him. Then, the man pointed at Reid. "Pass Auf!" And the dog turned and STARED at Reid. Then the man turned and left the basement. And left Reid and the dog staring at each other. Slowly the dog, Blitz, lay down. Reid gulped and just sat there, shivering in both cold, and fear. When the dog sighed, Reid nearly jumped out of his skin.
Slowly Reid curled up, hugging his knees to his chest and staring back at the dog. After a long stretch of time, the dog lowered his head to rest it on his paws. After a while longer, the dog closed his eyes and sighed. Reid perked up. Slowly, he shifted. But the dog's ears twitched and his eyes flashed open. Reid froze, eyes wide. Then, slowly, he began to uncurl. The dog lifted his head and stared.
"Um… nice doggy?" Reid offered in a tiny voice. The dog cocked his head. Slowly, Reid moved to stand.
"Woof!" The dog barked, a warning whuff of his lips. Reid froze again, then quickly sat down and curled up again. The dog wagged his tail and set his head down on his paws again, watching Reid. Reid realized with dismay that this dog had been set to guard him. And so, concluding that he wasn't going anywhere any time soon, Reid curled up in the meager blankets and tried to stay warm in the bitter cold of the dark basement.

Reid was woken by the door to the basement opening, and loud cursing. A large ginger furball streaked down the stairs, and Reid's captor howled, "FUCKING CAT!" Reid watched the cat dart past the dog, who wagged his tail, and hop onto a shelf, and from there, onto one of the wooden beams that ran across the basement ceiling. Then the cat sat there, lashing its tail and watching the man walk down the stairs.
"Kamikaze, one of these days, I'll actually catch you… We'll see how your attitude changes when I let the dogs tear you to pieces!" The man snarled, and the cat hissed in response. The man reached the bottom of the stairs. "Good boy, Blitz. Here's your dinner." He praised, and set down a bowl of something hot and steaming. The dog began to wolf down the food eagerly. Then Morton looked at Reid. Reid stared back, nervously. After a moment, Morton snorted and tossed something. Gasping slightly, Reid caught it. It was an egg salad sandwich, looking to be from a gas station. Reid made a face, but as Morton left the basement he unwrapped it and ate it, not knowing when his next meal would be.
A few minutes later, the cat hopped down to the floor. It approached the large dog. The dog wagged its tail, touching noses with the cat, and then the cat sashayed its way over to Reid, who was still curled up and shivering in the meager blankets. The cat sniffed him, lashing its tail, and then bumped Reid's hand with his head, purring. Reid blinked. The cat nudged his hand with its flat Persian face, and Reid began to pet it. The cat purred, arching its body into each and every touch. After a moment, Reid smiled and picked the cat up. The cat's purring intensified and it cuddled up to Reid's chest, rubbing his face on Reid's cheek.
"Oh… You're a nice boy!" Reid grinned, cuddling the cat. "Boy… right?" He checked. "Yup. Boy. Intact boy…" The cat purred louder. Reid grinned. But then, the dog whimpered. Reid looked at the dog. The dog was giving him a pathetic, wistful look, and he perked up and wagged his tail when Reid looked at him. Reid eyed the dog nervously and then looked away, burying his face into the cat's thick fur. Then he lay down and curled up, the cat purring loudly, and drifted to sleep.

"Oh, that poor boy!" Wailed Ms. Snow, upon hearing that Reid had been abducted.
"Well, Mark?" Ms. Partridge snapped. The sheriff stared at her.
"What?"
"YOU brought him here. He's YOUR responsibility. What are you going to do to make this right?" She demanded, and the sheriff's eyes nearly popped out of his skull.
"It's alright." Morgan said, stepping in. "This isn't the first time we've had to recover a teammate like this."
"This isn't the first time we've had to recover THIS teammate." Emily snorted, walking by.
"Oh, that poor little LAMB!" Ms. Snow cried, and began bawling in a startled David Rossi's chest.
"Well, Mark?" Ms. Partridge demanded again. The sheriff looked back and forth between the glaring Ms. Partridge and the wailing Ms. Snow.
"Let's work on the profile." Hotch announced, walking into the room and cutting right through the gathering of people, heading into the conference room. The profilers glanced around at one another, and followed. Mark quickly ran after them, hoping to escape Ms. Partridge.
"He's organized." Emily was saying as he entered. "He used a ruse to lure Reid out to his car, which was not within the view of any security cameras... and he was good enough in his ruse to fool even Reid..."
"We need to talk to the people at the other Vet Clinics, see if they had a man who did something similar with the other victims…" Morgan said.
"None of the other Clinics saw a female Golden Retriever that day." JJ pointed out.
"Of course not." Rossi said, lifting his head slightly. "He's organized and covers his tracks. We've established from the bites that he has numerous dogs. He probably uses a different dog each time."
"And since he's smart enough to do that, he probably wouldn't use the ruse of being blind more than once, either." Emily groaned, rubbing her eyes.
"No, he wouldn't." Hotch agreed.
"But… what is he DOING with these people?" JJ demanded, desperation in her tone.
"… I think the answer to that is staring us in the face…" Rossi sighed. "He's taking Vet Techs. What else would they be useful for except…"
"… Providing medical care for animals." Morgan finished. "That has to be it. We know this guy has a lot of dogs…"
"Maybe he's kidnapping these people because he can't afford their veterinary care?" JJ offered.
"He's kidnapping and murdering people because he's cheap?" Mark asked, skeptically.
"It's much deeper than that. He's not stable." Hotch said. "Probably reclusive. Probably has some social disorders or anxieties… He lives out in the middle of nowhere with a bunch of dogs as his only companions."

Reid looked up as the door to the basement opened.
"Blitz!" Called Morton. "Hier!" The German Shepherd leapt to his feet and bounded up the stairs. Then Morton descended. He looked at Reid when he reached the floor and then tossed him something. Reid gasped and caught the fabric. They were clothes.
"Get dressed." The man said. "It's cold outside. Come upstairs when you're ready. Don't make me come down and get you myself." And then he turned and went back up into the house. Reid swallowed and did as he was told, slowly shuffling up the stairs once he was fully dressed. Morton was waiting. He offered Reid a coat that would swallow his slender frame, and boots that were much too big. After hesitating a moment, Reid took them.
"Let's go." Morton said, and Reid followed him outside. Judging by the light, it was now mid morning. Morton led Reid over to one of the dog runs. Inside was Rottweiller.
"Got into it with a damned raccoon last night." Morton sighed, and Reid looked over the dog's face, which as all scratched up. "… Fix him. Do good, and I'll feed ya." And then he thrust a tackle box into Reid's hands, opened the gate and shoved him in before locking it behind him… trapping Reid with the dog. The dog had lifted his head and was growling at Reid, tilting his ears back. Eyes wide, Reid backed up until he was against the gate, clutching the tackle box in his shaking fingers.
"Don't be a sissy, boy!" Morton snapped. Reid twitched slightly, then slowly stepped forward. Eyes never leaving the dog, Reid slowly knelt and sat the box down, then held out his slightly closed fist.
"Hey there…" He murmured softly. "Good dog… C'mere…" The dog growled low, but leaned forward, sniffing. Then he got to his feet and tentatively crept forwards, snuffling. Reid fought not to flinch when the cold nose touched his hand, almost waiting for his hand to be bitten off. But the dog just kept sniffing. Slowly, Reid opened his fingers and turned his hand palm up, and scratched at the underside of the dog's chin. And the growling stopped. The dog eyed him as he scratched at his chin, and then over his cheek and jaw.
"Good boy…" Reid said, and the dog's ears perked and he wiggled his stump of a tail slightly. Reid smiled and made a kissing noise. The dog's ears perked even more and he moved closer, wagging his tail nub.
"There, you see?" Morton snorted. "You ain't useless. Now get to work." And he turned and walked away. Reid blinked, and lifted his other hand to pet the dog, who was now relaxing.
"You're a good boy, aren't you…" Reid glanced at the tag on the dog's collar. "Clyde. Can you sit?" the dog sat. "Good boy!" Reid praised, and moved to open the tackle box. A good amount of medical supplies were there, and he grabbed some gauze and a wound cleansing scrub, soaking the gauze in the blue liquid. And then he began to carefully clean the dog's cuts, before slathering a white healing ointment over them. This was a bit difficult, as the dog decided halfway through this step that he had to give Reid's face a thorough washing with his large tongue.
When Morton returned, he found his captive sitting calmly on the floor, the dog's head in his lap. Reid looked up at the man and smiled.
"He'll b-be okay…" He managed to get out between his chattering teeth. "He's a n-n-nice dog…"
"… He is." Morton said, and this time, he offered Reid a smile in return. Reid blinked, surprised. "Come on. Before you freeze to death." Reid nodded and stood, scratching the dog behind the ears. Then he walked out of the cage. Morton turned to walk back to the house, but Reid stepped into his path.
"My name is Spencer." He said, and offered his hand. Morton eyed him. "And… you brought me here to… help care for your dogs. Right?" The man nodded. "You have a lot of them. You HAVE to have help."
"We ain't friends, boy."
"I know." Reid nodded. "If we were friends you, would have asked me to help you, instead of forcing me to help you."
"Right… So why don't you shut up and—"
"Will you show me the dogs I'm here to help you with?" Reid interrupted. "And do you have any records I can look over? So I know what I'm dealing with?" Morton looked baffled at that.
"… this way." He said, and started walking in another direction. "Ain't got no family." He said, gruffly. "Ain't got no friends. Just got my dogs. And that's all I need."
"They're good companions." Reid nodded. "Unconditional love, more loyalty and devotion than you'll ever get from another person…"
"… You got a dog, boy?"
"No sir. I have two cats."
"Feh… CATS." The man snorted, and spat on the ground. Reid blinked. "Hate 'em."
"They aren't for everyone." Reid conceded. "But… you have one."
"Not by choice." The man laughed. "Kamikaze latched on to Blitzkrieg when he was a kitten… And Blitz took a likin' to that damned cat, God knows why… Kaze won't let me near him, but he won't leave so long as Blitz is here."
"Blitz is Schutzhund trained?"
"Yep. Trained in that, personal protection, and drug, firearm and cadaver detection as well as tracking, search and rescue."
"That's impressive."
"It's what them dogs were meant to do. So that's what I have him do!"
"And your other dogs?"
"Same." The man said, stepping at some of the kennels. The hounds, pointers, spaniels and setters housed there were baying loudly. "These dogs were bred to track and hunt, so that's what they do! I take 'em out hunting!" He moved further down the kennels. "The Mastiffs, Rotties and Dobie's are guard dogs, so they guard!"
"And the Pits?" Reid asked, looking at the Pit Bulls with a sick feeling in his gut. "Pits were bred as fighters."
"They were." Morton nodded, looking angry. "But it ain't right… settin' dog on dog like that…" He walked over to the Pits and they began bouncing up and down eagerly, wagging their tails. "They're trained to attack… trained to kill… but only if I tell them too. Otherwise… they're the damned sweetest dogs ever."
"Why train them to kill?" Reid asked. "Pits aren't killing machines, but training them to be killing machines only perpetuates the myths AND the facts that give them their bad reputation."
"For my own protection, as well as theirs." And Morton turned and stared Reid in the eye. "You'd do well to learn that… You try anything and you'll feel their teeth. ALL forty eight of them." And he waved an arm around to indicate every dog there.
"You… You take these dogs… these innocent dogs…" Reid gasped, "and you teach them to kill?" He looked at the large Elkhound trotting across the yard, innocent as can be, and Blitz sitting on the doorstep, Kamikaze beside him.
"They're safe here." Morton said. "From the cruelty and neglect of men. I taught them to fight like hell for themselves… to keep this safe haven safe. And if you try to escape… to reveal me… THEM…" He turned and pointed to the hounds. "They will track you. And I will be right behind… THEY will bring you down…" And he pointed to the Belgian Malinois and to Blitz. "And THEY…" And he pointed to the Pits. "Will end you. They all know what the others can do. They're a pack, and each dog has his job. They will work as a Unit, and you won't stand a chance."
"That's how the others died." Reid stated, eyes wide in horror.
"When they tried to get away or outlived their usefulness… yeah." Morton snorted. "So… Care to try and run?"
"I'm good, thanks." Reid said, softly.
"Smart move. Now get the hell back into the house."
"Look, I—" but Reid as cut off when Morton let out a shrill whistle. He froze as the dogs grew silent… and then the dachshunds charged around the house, barking. And then came a Border Collie. The black and white dog charged straight for Reid. Reid stumbled back, eyes wide, and the dog darted around him, cutting him off. Reid backed away. The dog had its head down in concentration, staring at Reid. Reid swallowed thickly as the dog slowly followed him. Then the dog barked and charged. Reid yelped and ran. The dog darted around, cutting him off again, and then nipped at his heels. And Reid soon realized that the dog was HERDING him back to the house! And so he went, the dog following. But Blitz was still on the doorstep… Kamikaze was gone. Reid stood there between the Border Collie and Blitz, looking back and forth between them. Blitz cocked his head and whined, then turned and slipped into the house through the dog door.
Chuckling, Morton walked past Reid and opened the door. "Do I need to have her follow you all the way to the basement?" He asked.
"N-No. That's okay." Reid panted.
"Then GIT." Morton ordered, and Reid scampered into the house. "Good girl." Morton told the Collie, and followed Reid. "Now strip down and get back down there."
"You don't have to take my clothes… I… I won't try to run."
"Well, now, I'm glad to hear that. But I'm not taking any chances. Now STRIP!"
Trembling, Reid did as he was told, though only because he knew that none of the other victims had been assaulted sexually… And he was grateful for that. Once naked, Morton shoved a bag into his hands and then sent him back down into the frigid basement, Kamikaze in front of him and Blitzkrieg on his heels. Reid headed to his pile of blankets on the floor and curled up within them, smiling when the cat joined him. Then the door was closed and locked, and he was alone with the dog and cat. He peered into the paper sack. Inside was a sandwich, an apple, a small bag of Doritos and a can of YooHoo Chocolate Milk… or what was supposed to be milk. Reid made a face, but ate what he had been given without complaint. He hadn't eaten since the egg salad sandwich the previous night, and he didn't know when he would eat next…
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