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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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Chapter 4

Wendy Millhiser glanced up from her knitting as the news announced a special broadcast. She peered over the frames of her glasses at the blonde on the television.
"Good evening." The blonde said to the viewers. "I'm Agent Jennifer Jareau with the FBI, and we are here in your area investigating a series of murders."
"Turn it up." Rumbled her husband beside her.
"Are you wearing your hearing aid?" Wendy demanded.
"It's in the bathroom."
"Joe… If you don't have the sense to wear it, you don't deserve to hear." Wendy said shortly.
"I don't like wearing it."
"And that's why we have the closed captioning. Just read that."
"—new victim was abducted yesterday afternoon from this location," the blonde was saying, and a map appeared on the screen, "from a Veterinary Hospital." Then a picture appeared of a man wearing sun glasses and a baseball cap. "This is a sketch of suspect-"
"Not like you can tell what he looks like." Grunted Joe.
"Shh! I'm listening." Wendy said.
"Read the closed captioning." Her husband snapped smartly.
"Just because you can't hear and you're too stubborn to wear your hearing aid doesn't give you the right to take it out on me." Wendy snapped, shooting a glare at her husband.
"—driving a dark colored van, and has a female Golden Retriever named Brandywine. However, evidence has led us to believe that this man has a large number of dogs of various breeds."
"That guy down the street's got a lot of dogs." Wendy said, pursing her lips.
"He don't drive a van. And they're all little dogs. They couldn't tear someone apart… not like those bodies were." Joe reasoned.
"—do not approach him, just call the local authorities or the number on your screen to reach the FBI tip line. And to the man who has taken Spencer Reid, please… We know that you don't want to hurt him, and you didn't want to hurt the others. It's not too late for you to make this right. Please, turn yourself in and let Mr. Reid go. His family misses him."
"Oh… he looks like a nice young man." Mused Wendy, looking at the picture of the kidnap victim, with a big goofy grin on his face. Joe just grunted and changed the channel.

"He has an ear infection." Reid said looking at Morton, a Bloodhound between them. "Common in these dogs with floppy ears like this."
"So what do I do?" Morton asked, looking genuinely concerned for his dog.
"Need to get a medication for it." Reid sighed. "But I have to know what KIND of infection it is. Bacterial, fungal, or both."
"How do you tell?"
"You have to take a sample of the debris from the ear and check it under a microscope." Reid told him. Morton frowned.
"That's the only way?"
"Yessir." Reid said.
"Can't we just… treat for both? Just in case?"
"We CAN…" Reid said reluctantly. "But that kind of medication is prescription. You have to get it from a Vet."
"You can get anything online if you know where to look." Morton snorted. "Just give the name of the medication."
Reid sighed and nodded. "Do you have paper? They can be hard to spell…" Morton jerked his head and Reid followed him back to the house, where Morton gave him a piece of paper and a sharpie marker. Reid scribbled down a couple of names. Morton nodded.
"Anything else?" Reid asked.
"Yeah." Morton nodded, and back outside they went. Morton took Reid over to a run with a female Pit Bull inside.
"Delilah's nail, you see?" He said, and Reid knelt, peering in.
"The far left claw there?" Reid asked.
"Yep."
"Yeah… I see that. It's curled around and grown into the pad?"
"Yep. I can't get it myself."
"Okay. Can you hold her for me?" Reid asked, looking up at Morton. Morton nodded, and handed Reid a pair of nail clippers and they stepped into the run. Morton knelt and wrapped his arms around the dog, one around her neck and the other around her chest. Reid lifted her paw and she whined, wagging her tail nervously.
"Shhh… good girl, Delilah. It's okay." Morton soothed. Reid glanced up at the man as he kissed the dog's ear.
"You really love them." He said, and Morton looked at him. Reid just smiled, then turned his attention back onto the paw. "Okay, here it comes." Reid said, and Morton tightened his hold. Reid clipped and the dog yelped, struggling and thrashing. Morton cursed as her head smacked into his own.
"Hold her!" Reid commanded, already seizing the little bottle of styptic powder, pinching out a bit and packing it into the bleeding toenail where he had cut the quick. The dog slowly calmed, and Reid made a sympathetic face as he pulled the claw from the pad of her paw. Blood and pus oozed. "Keep holding, I need to clean this. It's infected… She'll need antibiotics and some pain meds."
"I got some of that." Morton nodded. "Rimadyl or Carprofen?"
"Yeah. That will work." Reid nodded. "How much does she weigh?"
"About sixty eight, I think?" Morton said, then shushed the whining dog as Reid cleaned and disinfected the wound, and then began to wrap a bandage around her paw.
"Okay." Reid nodded. "One 75 mg tablet twice a day." He said. "For three to five days."
"Antibiotics?"
"Let me look through what you have." Reid said, blinking as he got a cold nose in the eye from the curious dog, who seemed to have forgiven him. He squeaked when she stuck her tongue into his ear.
"She likes ya." Morton chuckled, loosening his hold on the dog.
"She's being REALLY good for me." Reid said.
"She's a good dog." Morton replied.
"Done. Do you have e-collars?"
"I hate those things! Why the hell does she gotta—"
"So she doesn't rip off the bandage, lick the wound and make the infection worse." Reid said calmly. Morton glared at him, but then sighed.
"Alright, alright…" He groaned, and Reid nodded. The pair then stood and headed out. "this way." Morton said, and Reid followed. There was a small shed against the side of the house, and they stepped in. Reid's eyes widened.
"… Wow…" He breathed. "You have an entire veterinary pharmacy in here!"
"Feed store, mostly." Morton grumbled. "I don't know what they all are… so they're in alphabetical order." Reid nodded and stepped up the shelves, scanning the contents.
"Here. This one. Give her two tablets twice a day with the Rimadyl for the next week." Reid said, handing the bottle to Morton. "Give it with food." Morton nodded. "Anyone else I need to look at?"
"… I don't think so." Morton said.
"I noticed that your Elkhound has a limp?" Reid offered.
"Hilda... She's arthritic." Morton said as they left the shed, and the man locked it up again. Reid followed him back to the door and into the house. "Alright. Strip."
"… Do I really have to?" Reid asked in a small voice. Morton gave him a look, and so Reid sighed and obeyed. Morton stuffed his blood spattered clothes into the washing machine, then pointed to another door. Reid blinked.
"Bathroom." Morton said. "Get yourself washed up. I'll have your lunch ready when you're through." Reid blinked, then nodded and stepped into the bathroom. There was a basic functional toilet in the basement, but no other facilities, so the prospect of a hot shower was more than welcome.
Reid turned on the water, and as soon as it was warm, he stepped in. He wanted to linger, but he didn't want to risk angering his captor, so he was quick and efficient, and when he emerged from the bathroom, Morton handed him a thermos and a bag before sending him down the basement with Blitz and the "fucking cat". Reid found a bottle of water, an apple and a peanut butter sandwich in the bag, and the thermos, to his delight, contained hot pea soup, courtesy of Campbell's. The cat sniffed over all of this, then flipped his tail and slunk off to hunt for mice.
Blitz, on the other hand, watched Reid with sharp attention and a quivering nose. He crept closer. Reid froze, eying the large dog. The dog perked his ears and wagged his tail. Reid looked away and bit into the apple. The dog whined. Reid looked at him… the dog was about a foot closer… Reid frowned, watching the dog wag his tail again, and then lick his lips. Reid went to open his water bottle. When he looked up, the dog had shuffled closer again, and was still wagging his tail.
"What do you want?" Reid asked. The dog licked his lips and wagged his tail harder, then whined. "What?" Reid demanded, and the dog stood and trotted over. Reid froze, heart pounding in fear of the big dog, who almost weighed as much as he did. The dog sniffed him, then turned to sniff the sandwich. Gulping nervously, Reid tore off a piece and offered it. The dog leaned over and daintily took the piece from Reid's fingers, gobbling it down while aging his tail eagerly.
Reid eyed the dog, biting into the apple again. The dog just stared at him, wagging his tail. Reid sighed and gave him another piece. The dog seemed delighted.
"… Good boy." Reid said carefully, and the dog wagged his tail, happily. Slowly, Reid smiled. And then, cautiously, he reached out. The dog blinked, then thrust his muzzle into Reid's hand, licking his fingers. Reid's smile widened, and he began to pet the dog. After a few pettings, Blitz lay down and relaxed, tail still wagging. The cat trotted over and touched noses with the dog, then made himself comfortable in Reid's blankets, purring loudly. The dog rested his head on his paws and closed his eyes, tail falling still. Reid finished his food, giving Blitz the last bite of the sandwich, and then curled up, surprisingly warm with the two animals curled up with him. Blitz sniffed his head, and then closed his own eyes again.
It was nap time.

"Okay." JJ said, and the team looked at her as she walked in. "I've got the story on the first seven victims." The team sat down, with the sheriff and several deputies listening in.
"Victim number one… A man came in with an Elkhound who was limping. The victim went out to his car with him to help him lift the dog into the car. Elkhounds are BIG. He used the same ruse with number two, only with a Rottweiler. Number three he brought in a husky and her litter of puppies. The victim carried the basket of puppies out to the car for him. Number four helped him out to the car because he had brought in all the puppies, SEVEN of them, for heartworm tests. Number five helped him out to the car with a Bloodhound… the UnSub had his arm in a sling. Number six was lured out to the car because a man came in, WITHOUT a dog, said he had been shopping and when he got to his car, he heard meowing coming from under the hood, and thought a cat had crawled up in there."
"And the victim bought it?" Morgan asked
"It happens." Emily offered with a shrug.
"Number seven, he brought in a dog… ended up euthanizing and said he wanted to bury the dog himself. The victim carried the dog out to the car for him." JJ sighed.
"… He's good. Only repeated his technique twice." Rossi nodded.
"He'll run out of ruses eventually." Mark pointed out.
"We don't want to give him a chance to think of another." Hotch scowled. "If he needs another ruse, it will be because we failed to catch him before…" He trailed off.
"It will be because he needs a new victim." Rossi said, grimly. The team was silent for a moment, and then every jumped, startled as Ms. Snow (who they didn't know was there) burst into tears and began blubbering about that "poor boy" again. The young deputy beside her stared at her, aghast, then awkwardly put an arm around her. She began to wail into his chest, and he shot the sheriff a terrified look as he tried to comfort her. Mark just offered him a little smile and shrug.
"All of the veterinarians are coming in to be interviewed, weather permitting. Two of them will be unable to make it until the roads a bit more clear of snow." JJ said.
"Good." Hotch nodded. "I want to set them up with sketch artists, see if we can get a better picture of this guy so we can try to identify him. I also want to do cognitive interviews with all of them."
"Right." JJ nodded. "The first one will be here within the hour."
"Prentiss, speak with him when—"
"Her."
"—she arrives." Hotch said, correcting himself mid-sentence on JJ's prompting.
"If he's treating all of these dogs, won't he need supplies?" Mark asked.
"Yes." Hotch said. "Morgan, call Garcia. Have her look into large or unusual orders of veterinary supplies being sent to this area, but not TO a veterinarian. Start… a year before the first victim was abducted."
"Got it." Morgan said, sitting down before the laptop.
"Dave."
"Yeah?"
"How do you feel about your geographic profiling?"
"Uhhhh… not on REID'S level, that's for sure."
"I'll help you." Hotch said, turning to look at a map of Vermont and the surrounding states. "Morgan, also have Garcia look into people who live out in remote areas that would allow them to keep so many dogs without being noticed. Have her fax me the information."
"Got it, Hotch." Morgan said.
"JJ."
"Yes?"
"I want you to begin to prepare a new press release for when we get an update sketch of this guy. And… we're going to release more information about Reid…"
"What kind of information…?"
"Release to the public that he's an only child, and his mother is ill and hospitalized. I want you to release that she needs him, not only because he is her only child, but that he works to pay for her care. Hopefully, we can appeal to the UnSub that way…"
"Are you sure that's a good idea?" JJ asked.
"… This man doesn't hurt his victims until the end when he kills them. And even then, he uses his dogs to do it. He doesn't get his hands dirty. I don't think he WANTS to hurt them… he may even care about them. If we humanize Reid to him more than I'm sure Reid is trying to do himself, the better his chances."
"Alright." JJ nodded, and settled in to do just that.
"Do you think it will work?" Rossi asked Hotch.
"I don't think it will HURT." Hotch admitted. "But any help we can give to Reid, no matter how small or remote, is something."
"Alright then." Rossi nodded, picking up Reid's package of markers that he used when making a geographical profile. "Let's do this."
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