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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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Rossi and Hotch didn't talk much on their way to find Reid and Morgan. Whenever Rossi did speak, he tried to keep the conversation light. It was easy for Reid to lose track of time, and Morgan could forget even who he was when he was dancing with a pretty girl. It didn't seem like either one of those occurrences would be likely though seeing as they were together, and according to their phones, they had been outside this book shop for hours. Prentiss arrived at Peter Boyle's abduction scene before they even pulled up to where Morgan's car was parked. She didn't find any new information. The dance studio did have a camera outside, but the park bench was just out of the camera's view. There wasn't any question though that the boy had been abducted. Prentiss told them that there were two areas where blood was found so the kid gave a good fight before he was finally taken. The phone was being sent it for fingerprint tracing, and Boyle's little sister was sobbing from inside the studio. No witnesses. No reports of unknown vehicles parked around the studio. Boyle arrived to pick up his sister, and then he just vanished. It was mind bobbling.
Hotch parked across the street from Morgan's car, and both of them broke out in a run when they saw Reid's messenger bag on the sidewalk near the car. It was wide open with books and some stray papers lying not far from the bag. Rossi was surprised that it didn't look like any of the books were stolen by curious onlookers, but then again, Reid's taste in literature didn't always conform to the general public. Hotch checked inside the car while Rossi looked up and down on the sidewalk. He didn't see anyone on the street with them, but only a few steps away, he saw a shattered cell phone on the ground. He pulled a glove out of his pocket and picked it up. It was still dripping wet like it fell into a cup of water or something, but he recognized the phone as belonging to Reid.
"Reid's phone," Rossi said holding it up for Hotch to see. Hotch glanced at the phone, and went back to looking in the car.
"Morgan's phone is in here," Hotch said.
Rossi didn't want to rush into things, but he was sure that when they went into the bookstore asking about Morgan and Reid, nobody saw them leave and there wouldn't be any cameras on these dark streets. People can report spotting Elvis shopping at a local market or recording UFO landings, but not one person saw two federal agents being abducted just outside what looked like a popular bookstore.
"Do you see blood anywhere?" Hotch asked slamming the car door shut and circling around to where Rossi was.
"No, but some kind of struggle did take place here," Rossi said. "Reid's phone wasn't near his bag, but I can't find either one of their guns out here."
Hotch bent down to one knee to get a closer look at Reid's bag. His ID was safely hidden away in one of the pockets of the bag, but other than the phone, there was no trace of Morgan left behind. "I'm calling Strauss."
Rossi looked at the phone, and was trying to figure out how exactly Reid's phone got from his bag or his hand to smashed on the ground. Rossi backed up to the front steps of the bookstore to try and reenact what led to the abduction on his own. Hotch sounded like he had his hands phone telling Strauss what happened. Rossi walked down the three steps from the store without any trouble, and he imagined there were probably more people on the street when they originally left, but Rossi couldn't see people bumping into them. It was a weeknight, and most people were getting ready for another early morning the next day. They were probably talking on the way to the car, but both of them were always mindful of the people around them. If Morgan sensed a dangerous situation, he could have gotten Reid out of there. They made it as far as the car. That's where Reid's bag was so they were getting into the car when something happened. They saw something that made them stop. It couldn't have been someone threatening. They both would have had their guns out so the unsub couldn't look like a dangerous person, but that didn't make sense if the unsub was strong enough to abduct two federal agents.
Hotch ended his call, and was already looking back down at his phone. "Hotch, how close is this to the Boyle abduction?"
"It's about 10 minutes from here. Why? Do you think it was the same unsub?"
"Car here. Phones left behind. I haven't talked to the people in the bookstore yet, but I'm positive they didn't see anything so no witnesses. They are just gone."
"So this unsub is just going around town taking people? If Boyle and Wilson were abducted by the same person that took Morgan and Reid, this guy has taken four people in the span of a few hours which doesn't seem possible even if this guy is experienced."
"Unless it's a team," Rossi said. The more he thought about it, the more sense it made. "The first unsub distracts the victim, and the second unsub does the attack. It was probably easier with Boyle and Wilson. Boyle was just a kid and Wilson wasn't that big, and these guys probably had no idea that Morgan and Reid are agents. They still might not know. They just saw Morgan and Reid leaving the store, and thought they were up for a challenge."
"Morgan isn't exactly as easy target even with two unsubs," Hotch said, but it wasn't out of the realm of possibility. With two experienced unsubs who knew what they were doing, it would be hard but not impossible to take Morgan.
"We need to have Garcia find related crimes," Rossi said. "This isn't their first time around. They probably used the same tactic to take all of them. "The one distracting the targets isn't threatening looking so he or she gains some kind of trust when the second one attacks. I just don't know if they are from this area of town."
"They would have been on the news with how many people they abduct at once," Hotch said agreeing. "But they have done this before. It went by without a hitch, and it looks like the only one who really fought back was Peter Boyle."
"Just because we don't see any blood doesn't mean Reid and Morgan didn't fight back," Rossi said calmly. "Morgan would have done anything they wanted if he thought Reid was in danger, and something tells me that the attacker grabbed Reid first."
"I already told Strauss," Hotch said after a short pause. "I'll call up J.J. and Prentiss. I'm sure they will want to come over. They might find something that we missed."
"Did you want me to tell Garcia?" Rossi asked. She was patiently waiting for a phone call from Morgan that wasn't going to come. At least, it wasn't going to come as soon as she was hoping.
"You can or she will be calling us," Hotch said. Garcia was going to be devastated when she found out that Morgan and Reid weren't with the car. Rossi was going to do his best to calm her down, and their disappearance could be from a number of different things. Just because they were missing didn't mean it was because of this unsub, but Garcia wasn't stupid. It wasn't going to be hard for her to see that the last place the boys were was almost identical to the other abduction sites.
Morgan, Reid, and Peter kept busy while their captors were gone. Reid was looking around for something that they might be able to use as a weapon while Morgan was inspecting the window searching for a place of weakness where it could shatter easily. The window wasn't the problem though. It was the bars behind the window. Morgan didn't have anything against breaking the window, but it didn't look like they were even in a normal neighborhood. It was dark outside, and Morgan couldn't see anything but trees. There weren't any lights in the distance from other houses or even streetlights. Where were they? He couldn't remember a place like this near the bookstore. They put Peter to work trying to see if he could find something with the homeowner's name. Some people had their names written on the inside of books or maybe he could find papers or something.
"I can't even find a pen," Reid said. Morgan didn't know how long their captors had been gone, but they probably didn't have long left. "It's looks like they cleaned this room out before they brought us here."
"Her name was Tatiana Garland," Pete said. He was on his knees staring at a book that he managed to open with his hands still tightly bound behind his back. "She really liked books on religion. That's what most of these books are, and art stuff. Wonder if she was a teacher. Why is this helping?"
Morgan turned around and sat down as slowly as he could on one of the chairs so he wouldn't injure his leg anymore. "How old are you kid?"
"21," Pete said. Morgan glanced at Reid, but the boy genius was still trying to find anything they could use to defend themselves. Morgan didn't think he would find a single item useful.
"You're 21?" Morgan asked. The kid didn't look older than 16. "When did you turn 21?"
September 16th," Pete said. That was a while ago. Peter didn't look like he was lying, but it was still hard to believe this boy was a day past his 16th birthday. He was tall and lanky with messy hair and big eyes that were similar to Reid's. If Reid and Peter were the intended targets, that would make more sense. They were alike in more ways than one, but Morgan and the women didn't fit into that category. At all.
"Just trying to see what the other people who were kidnapped have in common with us," Morgan heard himself saying. Morgan couldn't see anything still. Even the two women, the lady with the cat and Tatiana, didn't have much in common.
"Victims of opportunity," Reid said speaking up. "I think that was it. Something tells me that Tatiana wasn't the first victim, but I don't think these guys planned out any abduction more than 5 minutes ahead."
"But their age," Morgan argued. It made perfect sense that these 2 weirdos were seasoned well in what they chose for their living, but they weren't exactly old enough to have been doing this for that long. "Corndog boy looks like he just graduated high school and his buddy is still in his 20s too. I mean, I can imagine someone in their 40s being as planned as out as these 2 are, but this doesn't make sense. I don't think they could have been killing that long."
"Mary Bell was 10 years old when she strangled her 4 year old neighbor," Reid said quickly. "And in England, two 10 year old boys murdered a baby they found at the mall."
"Cases like that made the news," Morgan said. His leg was throbbing, and he would do almost anything for some IB Profen. "If these weirdos were killing as kids, we would have heard about some unsolved murder cases in this area."
"Maybe they aren't from this area," Reid said.
Morgan bowed his head in thought. That made more sense than he wanted to admit because if Reid was right, they still had absolutely no idea what they were really dealing with. They were well mannered young men who probably wouldn't stick out in a crowd unless they wanted to, and somehow, they managed to kill for all of these years without drawing any attention their way. They knew exactly what they were doing, and they were smart. That's what worried Morgan the most. The creaking of some door interrupted Morgan's thoughts. It had been quiet in the room except for the television. This new noise could only mean they were coming back.
"Back on the couch guys," Morgan whispered as loud as he could. Reid and Peter didn't need to be told twice, and both of them hurried back to the couch. Peter sat on the edge, but Reid didn't sit down. He ran over to Morgan and bent over so Morgan could use his back as support for his broken leg. Morgan appreciated that, but he would have rather just been left behind. It didn't matter though. They had more than enough time to get situated on the couch. Reid took his place in the middle, and Morgan sat on the edge closest to the door, so it looked like they hadn't moved. The unsubs weren't dumb enough to think the trio had just been watching TV this entire time, but it was good to not draw attention to what they were trying to do.
"Sorry about the delay boys," Anthony's voice said filling the air. "Took longer than we thought to bury two bodies. The ground wasn't exactly cooperating with us, but beggars can't be choosers. Right?"
He circled around the couch and sat down in front of them. His partner was right behind him. He wasn't eating another corndog, but he held a soda in his right hand. Morgan was trying to see where the duo was hiding their weapons because Anthony wasn't holding his gun either. He had a book in his hands and opened it up like he was going to read them a bedtime story. It was unnerving, and Morgan could feel Reid shifting next to him.
"Why are you doing this?" Reid suddenly asked. Morgan assumed the question was just asked to get the unsubs talking and get them distracted from what they had planned with the book.
"Why are we doing this Michael?" Anthony asked. Michael sat his soda down on the table beside him and wiped his upper lip with his gloved hand.
"Because it's enjoyable," Michael said with a smile that Morgan didn't like.
"Because it's enjoyable," Anthony repeated clapping his hands together. "Is that answer satisfactory to you? It works for me. It's like having Broadway in the living room. It can't get any better than this."
"We aren't performing," Morgan said slowly. "You need to let us go man. They are not going to go easy on either one of you if you don't let us go now. I'm a federal agent. Don't forget that."
"Oh, I haven't forgotten Morgan Douglas. It's hard to forget a little something like that," Anthony said smiling. "That makes what we are doing a little more enjoyable. Don't you agree? Anyway, while Robin Hood was digging the holes, I found this little book in the bedroom. It's all about the psychology behind psychopaths. Isn't that fascinating?"
Reid glanced at Morgan. Morgan was sure the boy genius read that book around a hundred times, and the cover did look familiar. Morgan probably read it too at one point in his life, but he was feeling restless. Anthony and Michael were planning something. Morgan just wanted them to do what they wanted and then leave again. Dragging them along like this was cruel.
"But I read in here that quite a few serial killers keep some kind of memento from their kills. Kinda like a keepsake or something. Do we count as serial killers?" Anthony asked Michael.
The younger man shrugged. They had to get Michael alone. He was their only hope of getting out of there. Morgan was positive the three of them could convince Michael to help.
"But it's weird," Anthony continued. He held the book up for them to see. "Almost every single killer mentioned in this book had some kind of traumatic childhood like they were raped by a parent or beaten or even had a religious nut for a parent. I never had that. My parents are delightful people who throw a huge Christmas party for friends and relatives every year. I'm not a quiet loner, and I never thought about hurting animals or lighting fires. Does that mean I'm not a serial killer or does that just make me special?"
"It makes you very special," Morgan said. "Now let us go."
"Sorry, I tend to go from topic to topic when I'm excited," Anthony said. "What was I talking about? Does anyone remember?" Anthony looked at the 3 people in front of him like he expected them to answer. Reid was keeping quiet, and Peter was looking down.
"Keepsakes," Michael said.
"Right, keepsakes. Thank you," he said smiling at Michael. He playfully hit Michael's shoulder and looked back at his book. "So I was thinking to become a real serial killer, me and Michael need to start getting our own little mementos from our kills. Didn't think about till the girls were buried, but you guys are a good place to start."
Morgan didn't like the sound of where this was going. "Not all serial killers keep something from the crime scenes."
"Of course not," Anthony said standing up. "But I think it sounds like a fantastic idea. That way, when I'm a hundred years old, I can look back at the items I choose and remember what a wonderful time of my life this was."
He got on his knees in front of them while he was looking them over. Morgan couldn't help it. He lunged on top of Anthony and got the younger man on his back while he searched Anthony's pocket for his gun, but he didn't get that far. Michael came up behind them, and kicked Morgan on the back of his knee forcing Morgan to a stop before he did anything. Morgan screamed, and Anthony managed to get Morgan off of him. Anthony stood up, brushed the stray dirt off his white sweater, and kicked Morgan in the leg.
"That wasn't very nice, was it?" he sneered at Morgan. "That was downright uncalled for, and because of that kind of attitude, you are going first tonight. Michael, would you mind so much watching the other two?"
Michael nodded his head and went behind the couch to watch Peter and Reid. He pulled a gun out of his waistband that Morgan didn't notice before, and he kept the gun behind Reid's head. Morgan felt like puking. Did he just make everything worse? Anthony pulled Morgan to his feet and dragged him over to one of the armchairs. He pulled Morgan's arms behind his back and tied them together.
"You can stop this right now," Reid begged.
"If you weren't abused as a kid, what made you want to grow up and start killing people?" Peter asked. Morgan looked up. He was surprised Peter was brave enough to even talk.
Anthony smiled. "I read a story once when I was little about a woman who bathed in the blood of virgins to remain younger. I know, of course, that this isn't true. The blood of a virgin isn't any different than the blood of a slut. Am I right virgin boys? You two are virgins, right? I wouldn't want to be going around calling out facts that weren't true." Morgan noticed Anthony didn't answer the question. Maybe Anthony didn't even know why he was doing this.
"Bathing in any kind of blood isn't going to make you stay young forever," Reid said as calmly as he could with a gun still pointed at the back of his head. "It will expose you all kinds of diseases, but it won't keep you young."
"So you are a virgin?" Anthony asked smiling. "I won't embarrass you any further, but that question may come up again in time. Michael, have you chosen your treasure item yet?"
"I like their hair," Michael said softly. He stroked his fingers through Reid's wavy hair making the young doctor jerk away. "Both of them have such pretty hair."
"Not this dude," Anthony said pointing at Morgan. "Sure we can find hair on you somewhere though. Right big guy? Want to gander a guess at what I have chosen?"
"No," Morgan said quickly.
"I do enjoy your sarcasm," Anthony said patting him on the back. "If you managed to accomplish anything when you jumped me earlier, you would have discovered that I had pliers in my back pocket. It does make you wonder what my plans with this weapon are. My chosen item is nails. It will be like playing doctor." Anthony slid the pliers down Morgan's hands, and Morgan couldn't help flinching away at the cold metal.
"Wait? What?" Peter asked. He nervously glanced at Reid beside him, and then locked eyes with Morgan. Morgan tried to remain calm for the kid's sake, but his heart was pounding in his chest. He didn't like where this was headed.
"I'm taking off your nails, and when that's finished, Michael will give you a nice haircut. Doesn't this all sound exciting? But wait. There are rules. There's rules to every game so you must listen closely. Every time you move away from the pliers, something bad will happen to your friends over there. Are we ready to begin?"
Morgan looked at Reid. Reid's big puppy eyes looked worried, and Morgan prayed for a miracle just to have Reid's hands out of those damned cuffs. He felt the pliers close down on his thumb nail, and he closed his eyes as the weapon started to pull. There wasn't any teasing, and the attacker didn't try to be gentle. Morgan's nail was ripped clean off the nail bed in one quick movement and Morgan screamed. The burning pain was nothing compared the constant throb from his broken leg, but when he managed to open his eyes, Michael harshly knocked Reid in the back of the head with the butt of his gun. Reid's head fell forward, and his mouth opened from the pain. Peter looked like he was thinking about making a run for the door, but he changed his mind and stayed where he was.
"Are we all understanding how the game works now?" Anthony asked after Morgan and Reid calmed down enough to look at each other again. "Every time you scream or act like a little baby just from a little boo boo, one of your two friends is going to get hurt and each time, the pain will get worse and worse for them. Are there any questions?"
"When can I cut their hair?" Michael asked. He ran his fingers through Peter's hair, and the boy closed his eyes and tried not to flinch.
"After I finish with Morgan Jones' nails," Anthony said.
Just like that, the pliers went back down on Morgan's nails. Morgan managed to keep himself from screaming with every rip by biting down on his tongue, but it was getting harder and harder. He was sure he ripped one of his nails once while he was on a case, but it was nothing like this. This was agony. By the time Anthony got to his pinky, Morgan opened his eyes and was shocked to see Reid had a trickle of blood down his face and Peter was close to tears.
"What the hell man?" Morgan asked. Anthony didn't wait to answer Morgan's complaint. The pliers connected to the tip of Morgan's pinky nail, and slowly pulled the nail out. Morgan screamed that time, and by the time he opened his eyes back up, Michael had hit Reid hard enough with the gun for the boy genius to nearly black out. Reid fell over from the blow, but he caught himself before he tumbled on the carpet.
"You have a complaint my dear friend?" Anthony asked. He took a few steps forward, so he was facing Morgan, and Morgan had to look away when he saw his blood on the pliers.
"Why is your buddy hurting them? You said they would only get hurt if I screamed."
"Oh no, you misunderstood," Anthony said plainly. "I said every time you act like a baby, they would get hurt, and closing your eyes and biting your tongue is childish. Don't you think? That's not how a real man would take it. I think one hand is enough for now. Michael, are you ready for some hair?"
Michael nodded eagerly and pulled out a tiny pair of scissors from his pocket. With a little debate in his sick mind, he chose Reid first for the haircut. He got a thick lock of Reid's hair and went snipping away. Reid didn't close his eyes, and he didn't break eye contact with Morgan as his hair fell away around him. Michael grabbed a big chunk of it and sniffed it eagerly. Morgan couldn't stand that. He looked away in disgust.
Anthony pushed Morgan to his feet, and Morgan nearly collapsed when he added weight to his broken leg, but Anthony held him up. Anthony pushed Morgan to the couch, but he couldn't use his hands to catch himself. He landed on his knees and did everything in his power to keep from screaming again. Peter scooted forward while Anthony took a firm hold of Reid's shirt and pulled the boy genius to his feet.
"Are you alright?" Peter whispered to Morgan. His eyes were full of concern, but he couldn't help with his own hands behind his back. Morgan was on his own. Morgan used his good leg to get onto his feet and let himself fall on the couch. It hurt like hell, but at least he was on the couch again. He wasn't greeted with friendliness as almost immediately he felt a gun against his head. Reid was pushed on the chair, and Anthony went back at the pliers without some fancy speech that Morgan and the others were growing used to.
Reid was quieter than Morgan thought he would be, but he did scream loudly when the first nail was ripped out. Blood trailed down the wrench onto Anthony's white gloves, and the discarded nail was tossed on the floor. He could feel Peter trembling next to him. Reid's voice was cracking when he finally spoke. Morgan couldn't tell if it was out of fear of pain, but Reid nervously licked his lips before he spoke.
"You and your friend have a lot in common," Reid said as fast as he could get the words out. "Nails and hair are both made out of keratin. They are just used in different ways in the human body, but they are alike. Did you know that?"
"No," Anthony said. "You learn something new every day. "Tom Carey was your name, right? What kind of job do you have?"
"Doctor," Reid said without any hesitation. "In the emergency room."
"Fascinating," Anthony said. "You must tell us some of the stories from working there. I'm sure you have quite a few." Anthony put the pliers back on Reid's hand, and pretty boy hissed in pain as another nail was rudely taken from his finger. That small hiss brought a loud thud as Michael whipped the gun against Peter's head. Peter coughed, but he didn't fall over.
"Don't think you can get any more sick pleasure if we are knocked unconscious over here. You know that? One more swipe could do it. Hell, would you still be laughing if you accidentally killed one of us from the stupid gun hits?" Morgan shouted. He knew these sickos were getting their pleasure from the torment. It wouldn't be in their plan for a victim to die so quickly, and one of them did end up dying, Morgan was sure Anthony would yell at Michael for the next month over it.
"It's quite alright Morgan Turner. We only have two nails left," Anthony said. In that same breath, the last two nails on Reid's right hand were torn off. Tears were running down his face, and he was breathing through his mouth. Morgan knew exactly how the kid felt, but that didn't take away the pain in Reid's eyes. Reid was escorted back to the couch and pushed down next to Morgan. Morgan got a good look at Reid's hand before he sat down, and the fingers with the missing nails were a bright shade of red.
"Just breathe," Morgan said. "How are you feeling?"
"Alright," Reid whispered. "Listen to the news. They just mentioned Peter's disappearance."
Morgan looked over at the television, but not long enough to draw any attention to it. Reid was right. There was a female reporter standing in front of some dance studio talking to a woman with blonde hair that looked a lot like Peter. Tears were on her face, and it looked like she was pleading with the kidnappers to bring the boy home. Anthony didn't seem to notice as he was dragging the kid over to that chair.
"You know the rules blondie," Anthony said. He didn't bother washing any of Reid or Morgan's blood off the pliers. He probably wanted to use that to scare the others. Peter looked like he was trying as hard as he could to be brave, but he screamed when his thumb nail was ripped off. Morgan got this job to protect the innocents like Peter. He couldn't just sit by and watch it happen, but there was nothing else he could do. His eyes kept going back and forth from the mother on the television screen to Peter screaming his lungs out. Morgan didn't think this was ever going to end. Reid tried distracting Anthony again with some mindless trivia that only Reid would know, but it wasn't working this time.
When Morgan looked at the TV again, an older man wearing a jacket and dress pants stood next to Peter's mother. He had his arm around her shoulders, and his eyes were red from crying. "Please bring our boy home," he told reporters. No questions will be asked. Just let him come home to us."
A blood curdling scream coming from Peter tore Morgan's gaze from the screen. A considerable amount of blood was dripping on the carpet, and Peter was hyperventilating. Anthony raised the pliers above Peter's head for everyone to see a pinky finger in the weapon's clutches.
"You took his finger?" Michael asked sounding mildly entertained. "I thought you were only interested in the nails."
"I thought I was too," Anthony said as he took the pinky from the pliers. He proudly showed it to Peter. "Guess he won't be able to pinky swear anymore!" Anthony and Michael burst out laughing.
"Peter? Can you hear me?" Reid tried to call out to the kid over the over-the-top laughter. Peter was still conscious, but he was losing a lot of blood from his hand still facing the ground.
"Stay with us kid," Morgan said. "Bring him over here. Can't see you guys being so proud of pulling a finger off."
"You're right," Anthony said. "We are acting completely childish and his finger or um, hole where his finger was, needs to be looked at." He pulled Peter to his feet and brought him back next to Morgan. Without even asking, Michael took the ropes off Morgan's hands and allowed him to look at Peter's hand. Morgan's wrists were still burning from the rope, but Peter was his only concern. "Don't plan on it getting reattached though."
Morgan looked up at the finger and saw Anthony cutting the finger in half with the pliers. The two pieces fell to the floor, and Anthony playfully kicked one of the pieces underneath the couch. Peter gagged. Michael didn't even stop for a minute before taking out those tiny scissors and lifting up strands of Peter's wavy hair. He cut off several thick chunks, and finally backed away when he put Peter's hair with Reid's hair in his pocket.
"I'll let you get the boy cleaned up before we get together again," Anthony announced. "Next game is one of my personal favorites, but I have a feeling you guys won't like it much. I know Tatiana hated the game. You liked it though, right Michael?"
"I love all your games," Michael said picking up his soda.
"Thought so," Antony said smiling. "I'll give you guys about half an hour for clean-up. Sounds fair to me so I'll keep an eye on the time. We are having such a fun night!"
Michael followed Anthony out of the room, and Morgan didn't move one inch until he heard the door lock behind them. As soon as he heard it, he had Peter move to his side so Morgan could get a better look at the hand. There was a bloody hole that went right down to the socket where the finger used to be. Morgan had seen a lot on his job, but he had never seen a finger ripped off like that before.
Reid got to his feet and stood behind Morgan to look at the wound. He didn't say anything, but he went in front of where Peter was sitting. "Deep breaths," he coaxed the kid. "It's going to be alright. Just keep breathing."
"I want to go home," Peter whispered.
Morgan was the only one who had any use of his hands, and he ripped a piece of the blanket he used earlier into what looked like a bandage. He didn't have access to any water to clean out the wound, but the bleeding had to stop. He wrapped the blanket tightly around the kid's hand, and over the gaping wound. Morgan kept pressure on it to help stop the bleeding.
"Can you lie on your stomach?" Morgan asked. "We have to keep your hand elevated."
Peter nodded, and Morgan helped the kid get on his stomach. He put a pillow underneath his head, but he kept applying pressure to the wound. There was nothing else he could do. He couldn't offer Peter anything for the pain, and he was sure the finger couldn't be saved. Peter's breathing was getting under control, and the three of them were going to get past this point.
Morgan put the rest of the blanket over the kid's back to keep him warm, and Reid stayed by the kid's head to let him know that he wasn't alone. Whatever Reid was doing was helping though. Morgan felt Peter start to relax his body.
"Did you see J.J. anywhere on that report?" Morgan asked. He avoided mentioning Peter's parents. He didn't know if the kid saw them or not, but it was better not to bring them up until he was feeling better.
"Yes," Reid said. "She was next to the woman in the first few shots." Morgan wanted to ask if they were mentioned at all, but he figured he would find out later. His main focus was still finding a way to get Reid and Peter out of there. He couldn't figure out though why their captors' main plan was to have them killed, but then go through all this trouble to make sure the kid recovered from losing his finger. It wasn't making sense.
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