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The Lies of Life	By : hatochiisai Category: 1 through F > Criminal Minds Views: 6846 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 4

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“This is it.” JJ gasped. The cars turned onto the long dirt drive off of the road. There was a large sign.

VETERINARY CLINIC

Dr. Jonathan Wilkes, DVM

On top of the sign was a work of iron, showing the silhouettes of a dog, a cat, a pig, a cow, a horse, a goat and a rooster.

They passed the sign and focused on the road. They rounded a curve and the small farm was laid out before them. A veterinary clinic was attached to a large stable. And several yards away from that was the little house. The lights in the clinic were off. The lights in the house were on. There was also a light in the stable. The cars stopped and the group got out.

“… It’s pretty.” Emily commented, looking over the place. It was glowing gold in the light of the setting sun. They all turned when a man walked around the corner of the house, leading a large dappled gray.

The horse snorted and tossed his head, then screamed a challenge to the intruders. The man blinked and looked up, then frowned. He quickly led the horse towards the stable. The Agent all approached him.

“Stay back!” The man called. “Flint doesn’t like strangers! I’ll be right out!” He went into the stable. A moment later, the horse poked his head out the window of his stall and the man walked out of the stable.

“Good evening.” He said, heading over and inspecting them. “What can I do you for?”

“Jonathan Wilkes?” Rossi asked.

“… Yeah.”

“I’m Agent Hotchner.” Hotch said, stepping forward and flashing his badge. A look of shock and surprise crossed the man’s face. Then a slight look of fear. “We’re looking into a series of kidnappings and murders.”

“Oh… I… I see… I don’t know what would have led you out here…” The man said, licking his dry lips. He glanced towards the tree line across the field.

“… You have a son named Alexander?” Rossi asked. The man seemed to go pale.

“I… Y-Yes…” He said, slowly.

“… Where is he?”

“… He… He’s not here.” The man said softly.

“Where is he?” Morgan repeated.

“He’s… He’s out exercising Baron…”

“Really.” Emily said, cocking her head. “Our sources tell us that he died fifteen years ago.”

“He… What? No… No, I’m sorry. You must be mistaken.”

“Mind if we look around?” Hotch asked.

“I would prefer it if you didn’t… but…” The stammered, then frowned. “Come back with a warrant.”

“… Guys…” JJ gasped, suddenly. They all looked at her. She was looking towards the tree line. They all looked. Jonathan Wilkes made a strange noise.

A horse was loping out of the trees bearing a tall, lean rider. They circled the paddock, ignoring the challenging neigh from Flint, and headed towards the group. The horse slowed to a halt several yards away. The young man stared in confused shock at the people with his father. And they stared back.

“… Spence!” Cried the blonde.

“Wait.” Rossi hissed. “Something’s wrong. Look at his face.”

“Dad?” Reid called, looking nervous.

“Put Baron up, son.” The man called in a dry, worried tone. But Reid didn’t. He guided the horse over to the group, staring down at them.

“Dad. It’s them.” He gasped. Jonathan moved forward and placed a hand on Reid’s knee. “The people I’ve been dreaming about.”

“Put Baron up, Alex.” The man said, softly.

“Reid.” Hotch said, firmly. The boy blinked, looking startled. He frowned and they watched his lips move slightly as he silently repeated the name that the man had just called him by.

“… He doesn’t know us.” Emily gasped. Reid eyed the horrified looks on the faces of the people before him.

“Son. Go.” Jonathan said, firmly. Reid frowned, then turned and guided the horse towards the stable. He looked back over his shoulder at the group, curiously.

Jonathan then looked at the Agents. “Please…” He said, softly. “He doesn’t understand. Let me explain it to him. This will only upset him.”

“… What did you do to him?!” Morgan demanded, his eyes full of fury.

“… He… He crashed his car. Hit his head. He looks so much like my Alex. I knew I shouldn’t have… I know… But… but I couldn’t help it. And… I took him home. He doesn’t remember. He has amnesia. I’m all he knows. Please.” Jonathan begged, tears streaming down his face. “Just five minutes. Let me break it to him. I… I’m all he knows.”

The team stared at him in horrified disgust.

“He had amnesia, so you decided to make him something he’s not?!” Morgan blurted. Hotch grabbed his shoulder and the group huddled.

“He’s lying.” Hotch said. “If Reid has amnesia, he caused it. He forced Reid off of the road and injected him. All the other bodies. This was premeditated.”

“But if Reid DOES have amnesia…” Rossi said, slowly. “And Wilkes is all he knows…”

“His mind is fragile.” Emily said. “We’ll have to be careful.”

“We should let Wilkes tell him.” Rossi said. “Coming from us… it might break him.” Everyone was silent. “Okay.” Rossi sighed, and they all looked at Wilkes. “You have five minutes.” He said. Wilkes nodded.

“Thank you…” He gasped. Then, he frowned. “I… What do I say?” He looked pleadingly at the Agents. They all looked surprised by this. Then, Hotch stepped forward.

“Take it easy. First, apologize. Tell him that you’ve been lying to him, and that he’s not who you said he is. Don’t say that you’re not his father or he’s not your son. That will upset him. Just… Tell him who he is. Tell him that his name is Spencer Reid. Tell him that he works for the FBI and that when you realized he had amnesia, combined with his resemblance to your son, you made a mistake and tried to take your son back through him. Tell him that we are his friends and co workers and that we care about him and we are here to help him. And tell him that you want to do the right thing and help him remember the truth. And ask if he can ever forgive you.” Jonathan nodded.

“… Okay.” He gasped, and rubbed his face. “Okay…” He looked at the Agents for a moment, then turned and walked towards the stable.

“Shouldn’t we go with him?” JJ asked.

“No. Our presence would only upset Reid…” Rossi said.

Jonathan trudge towards the stable and stepped in.

“Alex?”

“Dad! What’s going on?! Who are they?” Reid asked, excitedly. “I know them! I knew it!”

“Son…” Jonathan sighed. “They’re FBI.”

“… FBI? Why would I know FBI Agents?” Reid asked.

“Son. I hoped that I wouldn’t have to tell you this. I hoped that they wouldn’t find you. I hoped that with your amnesia… everything would be okay.”

“What do you mean?” Reid asked.

“Alex… They’re here for you.”

“For me?” Reid breathed, now looking terrified. “I.. Did I… do something?”

“… I’m afraid so.”

“… What did I do?” Reid whimpered.

“… You killed a lot of people.” Jonathan whispered. He watched as Reid’s face went white and he slowly leaned against the wall, stunned.

“They’re here to arrest me?”

“… Yes.” Jonathan said. “You’re to be tried on multiple counts of murder. They’re seeking the death penalty.” He stepped closer. “But I won’t let them. You’re all I have, Alex.” And he hugged Reid tightly. Reid sniffled and hugged him back, trembling.

“What can you do?” He asked the man.

“We’re going to run.” Jonathan said. “Saddle Baron up again. I’ll be right back.” And he ran across the stable and slipped into the clinic. Reid blinked, then did as he was told, saddling the confused horse with shaky hands. Jonathan returned and saddled Flint. He swung himself up into the saddle and Reid mounted Baron.

“Dad… are you sure?”

“I won’t lose you.” The man hissed. “Stay close, son.” Reid nodded. The man reached out and shoved the door to the stable open and dug his heels into Flint’s sides. The stallion bugled and charged out of the stable. Reid kicked Baron sharply. The gelding neighed an answer to Flint and leapt after him. The FBI Agents shouted in alarm, diving out of the paths of the large beasts and their sharp hooves.

“SPENCE!!!” Reid heard the blonde cry, followed by several shouts of “REID!!!”

His mind spun. It hurt. Those voices were so familiar. But they weren’t frightening. What was frightening was that he found himself longing to turn and ride back to give himself up to them… For some reason, he felt that he would be safe with them… But he shoved that thought down and concentrated on keeping up with Flint and his father. They fled down the main drive and out onto the road. Then, a cry escaped Reid’s lips.

“I left Morgan and Garcia!!!” He cried, twisting around and looking back at the house, heart clenching at the thought of his kittens being left behind.

“I’ll go back for them!” Jonathan shouted. “Just keep up!”

“… They’re coming!” Reid cried, and Baron now raced neck and neck with Flint. A moment later, they heard the roar of an engine and headlights flooded the road before them. Blue and Red lights were flashing and a siren wailed.

“When we reach the bottom of the valley, we take shelter in the trees!” Jonathan called to Reid.

“Okay!” Reid responded, and they spurred their mounts faster.

“PULL OVER!” Came a voice behind them from over a bullhorn. In the car, Morgan snorted and glanced back at the man with the bullhorn.

“Ever been in a chase with horses before, Rossi?” He asked, amused at the fact that their suspect and hostage were fleeing the scene on horseback, despite it all.

“This is a first.” Rossi admitted from the back seat.

“Where did Reid learn to ride like that?!” Morgan demanded to know.

“Hell if I know!” Hotch snorted from the passenger seat.

“Probably here with Wilkes.” Rossi said, shrugging.

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JJ and Emily went through the house like a whirlwind. They had found nothing incriminating so far… They found Wilkes’ room. d they found Alex’s room. They knew that recently it was Reid’s room. Books were everywhere.

“Awww… Emily cooed suddenly. “Look! Reid has kittens!” JJ blinked and walked over. Reid had pets? Sure enough, in a little pet bed were two kittens. They stared up at the woman with big blue eyes.

“Oh my God.” JJ gasped, staring at the tags on their collars. “Emily. Look at what he named them!”

“… That’s good, right?” Emily asked. “Let’s go check out the clinic.”

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Hotch blinked when his phone rang. He opened it and put it on speaker. “What did you find, JJ?”

“We’re on conference with Garcia.” JJ let them know. “But we searched Wilkes’ office in the clinic. And we found his journals. This guy did all he could to turn all the boys he kidnapped into his son. He’s been kidnapping them and… well… Basically in chemically induces amnesia.” (AN: Don’t know if that’s possible, but hey, this is fiction. We can pretend.)

“Son of a bitch…” Morgan hissed.

“Then,” JJ continued, “he tells them that they were thrown by Flint. Flint is the gray horse that he rode out of here on, Hotch. And Flint is the horse that killed his son. But anyway, Wilkes molds them. He turns them into Alex. They wear his clothes, sleep in his room in his bed… He make them believe that they ARE Alex.”

“But the amnesia is temporary. Eventually, their memories come back. Usually it takes a few moths. When they realize the truth… he kidnaps another boy and forces this new Alex to draw up the chemical in the syringe used to kill the old one. They don’t know they’re doing it. They’re basically in a drug induced haze. None of them remember their role in killing their predecessor.

“Now… here’s the really scary part… Reid has only been with him for about a month. But he’s already getting his memories back. Wilkes was writing in his journals that he anticipated having to kill Reid within the next few weeks. He was already making the preparations. But he also writs that this would be the hardest one by far. He likes THIS Alex, Reid, the best. But there was nothing he could do. It usually took the boys two months to start remembering things and asking questions. But Reid started asking questions about bits of his memories by week two.

They hear JJ sigh. “Wilkes recorded the things that Reid told him… he’s been dreaming, Hotch. About us. He described us all, but he can’t remember our names or who we are. But the memories are there. He… he has a pair of kittens here. Siamese. Hotch, he named them Morgan and Garcia.”

Morgan glanced at the phone, raising an eyebrow, and they heard Garcia sniffle.

“Awww… my poor baby!” She cooed. “He misses me even when he can’t remember me!”

“Guys!” They heard Emily call. “Out in the main area of the clinic, things are a mess. Wilkes was in there and left in a hurry. He took some syringes with him, I think. It looks like he filled them with Telazol and Euthanasia.”

“What the hell is Telazol?” Rossi asked. They heard Garcia typing.

“It’s a sedative.” She said. “Causes muscle paralysis and can induce hallucinations. Vets use it when they have to sedate an animal but don’t want to put it completely under. Makes them take a nap.”

“… We have to assume that anything in those needles he is prepared to use on Reid.” Hotch frowned, staring at the men on horseback in front of the car. “Rossi. Do you think you can shoot Wilkes and not hit Reid?”

“… I can try.” Rossi said, slowly.

They reached the bottom of a hill. Suddenly, the horses swerved. They headed across the grassy shoulder of the road, strait for the fence.

“No… No!” Morgan gasped. They watched the horses gather themselves, and then powerful hindquarters surged, propelling them up into the air. Their bodies soared gracefully over the fence an they landed in a run. Reid faltered… He momentarily lost his balance. But he gathered a handful of Baron’s black mane and pulled himself up straight again. Tires squealed. Headlights illuminated the riders for a few moments before they disappeared into the trees…

Morgan slammed his hands down on the steering wheel.

“DAMMIT!!!”

Jonathan Wilkes and Spencer Reid were gone…
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