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Thrown to the Dogs	By : hatochiisai Category: 1 through F > Criminal Minds Views: 4831 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 5

Reid sat lounging on his back, wrapped up in blankets on the floor of the basement. The cat was prowling off in the dark corners somewhere, and the dog was lying by Reid. Reid looked at him. The dog wagged his tail, perking his ears. Reid smiled, reaching out and petting the dog, who wagged his tail harder.
"So you're Schutzhund trained, hm?" Reid asked, as if the dog would answer. "I've read about that, you know. I remember the words, but I'm not sure on how to pronounce all of them… Achtung!" the dog immediately jerked his head up and stared at Reid with a deep intensity, ears up and tail stiff. He sat there completely motionless, not even blinking. Reid blinked, then sat up with a smile.
"… Gib laut!" He commanded, and the dog barked. Reid jumped, eyes wide, then grinned. "Sitz!" The dog moved up into a sitting position. "Platz!" The dog lay down again. "… Awesome." Reid chuckled. "Good boy!" the dog wagged his tail, lolling his tongue out of his mouth with a pleased look on his face. Reid scratched his ears and the dog licked his wrist.
Then, the dog turned and looked up the stairs as the door opened.
"What's going on down there!" Morton commanded.
"Nothing." Reid called back.
"I heard Blitz barking!"
"He was barking at the cat!"
"Oh."
"Is it dinner time?" Reid called.
"… Yeah, I'll make it soon."
"Can I go to the bathroom?"
"Before dinner."
"… Can I have a tennis ball?"
"What the hell do you want that for?"
"It's boring down here. I thought I might throw it for the dog." Reid reasoned. A moment later, Morton walked down the stairs, looking at Reid in surprise and confusion.
"You… wanna play ball with Blitz?"
Reid shrugged. "Why not? I'm bored, he's bored…"
"… Huh. Well… alright. I'll find a ball."
"It's cold down here. Can I at least get some clothes?"
"… No."
"Please? Just some underwear?"
"… Fine." Morton snorted, and Reid smiled.
"Thank you."
"… You're welcome." Morton mumbled and shuffled away.
He returned that evening, and this time Reid was allowed to come out of the basement. Morton let him use the restroom and bathe, and then gave him some clothes before allowing him to sit at the kitchen table. Dinner was a frozen lasagna, and they watched Animal Planet in silence as they ate.
After dinner, Reid was again stripped naked, save for the underwear, before he was sent back down into the basement. He was given a bottle of water… and a tennis ball. Blitz followed him down into the basement, and Kamikaze darted down before them. Morton allowed Reid to get a camping lantern off of a shelf before he turned off the light and locked the agent into the basement for the night.
Reid turned on the lantern and made his way to the pile of blankets on the floor where the cat was already waiting. Blitz sat down at the base of the stairs and stared at the cat and the man. Reid stared back at the dog. After a moment, he tentatively lifted his hand and made a soft clicking noise with his tongue. The dog lifted his head up off of his paws and perked his ears.
"C'mere…" Reid called softly, snapping his fingers a bit. The dog wagged his tail, then stood and trotted over, sniffing at the outstretched fingers, and then licking at them. As the man moved to pet his head and ears, he sat down and let his tongue roll out of his mouth, panting in his joy. Reid smiled.
"Good boy…" He praised, and the dog wagged his tail harder. Then Reid pulled out the tennis ball. "Wanna play?" The dog froze, eyes fixed on the ball. Reid blinked, then turned and threw it across the basement. The dog surged forwards, crossing the basement in three great bounds, and caught the ball. He trotted back to Reid, dropped it on the blankets and then sat down, wagging his tail.
Reid grinned, picking up the ball and throwing it again, the dog charging after it. The cat watched for a few minutes in silent boredom, then buried himself into the blankets to sleep. Reid threw the ball a few more times before deciding that the cat had the right idea.
He gave the dog another scratch behind the ears, and then joined the cat in the blankets. The dog snuffled his ear, making him squeal and laugh, swatting at him, and then with a woof and a playful bounce, the dog circled the pile of blankets before curling up next to it. The lantern was turned off, and human, canine and feline surrendered to sleep…

Morton woke them at dawn, tossing some clothes down the stairs with a command for Reid to dress and come up for breakfast. Reid obeyed and hurried up the stairs. Morton had made him eggs and toast.
"I'm running low on meat." He announced gruffly. "I'm gonna have to go out and get more."
"At the store, or…?" Reid asked, slowly.
"Why buy it when I can kill it myself, fresh?" Morton asked, and Reid winced. "I'll be takin some of the dogs with me. You are gonna take care of the others while I'm gone. Food is in the bins in the shed to the south end of the compound. Instructions are on the wall. Get them all fed and watered. And don't bother trying anything. They know you're not allowed to leave. You try anything, and you'll feel their teeth!" Reid gulped, eyes wide. He nodded quickly. "Clean their runs, make sure their blankets and bedding are clean. There's two washing machines and two driers in the shed, too."
"Okay." Reid nodded.
"I'll be back as soon as I can." Morton said, and Reid nodded again, finishing his breakfast and pulling on the snow boots he had been given. He followed Morton out to the yard and stared. An old wooden dog sled was all set up, the huskies already in their harnesses and calmly lying on the snow. When they saw Morton appear, they all got to their feet, tails wagging eagerly. The Elkhound trotted over and Morton gave her a pat on the head.
"No, Hilda. Sorry, girl." He sighed. "Not with your arthritis… not in all this cold snow. Wait 'til summer…" then he turned and let out a shrill whistle, and several hounds came charging around the corner of the house, baying. Reid jumped, flinching at the loud dogs. But then he quirked an eyebrow… they were all wearing sweaters and little booties…
Morton slung a hunting rifle onto his back and opened the gate. Reid's heart leapt as he stared out the gate… stared at freedom…
"Blitz!" Morton called. "Angel! Bonnie! Clyde!" Blitz, the Belgian Malinois and the two Rottweillers looked at the man. He grabbed Reid by the collar and shook him slightly. "Pass auf!" He commanded. The two sweater-clad Rottweiler's wagged their tail nubs, and watched as the hounds and huskies charged out of the gate. Morton looked at Reid as he followed, then closed the gates behind him. Reid sighed as he heard them locking. Then he heard the baying of the hounds, the yapping of the huskies and a loud "MUSH!" And then he heard them leaving. He sighed and turned… and found all of the dogs staring at him. The Rotties were already growling. Reid gulped and hurried towards the shed, opening the door and walking in.
Inside there was a wall that was covered in large food containers, and near it was a large chalk board displaying everything…
Kennel No. 1: Belladonna, 2.5 cups Twice daily from Bin 5. Reid sighed again, and in thirty two seconds memorized all the instructions and got to work, picking up the dishes and beginning to fill them and deliver them to the dogs. A couple of dogs growled and snarled at him, and one tried to rip his arm off, but most of the dogs were beyond thrilled to see him approach with their breakfast. He refilled all of the water dishes and began to pull out soiled bedding and take it to the washing machines before cleaning the runs and providing fresh bedding in each dog's little indoor den.
It was hard. It was filthy. It was smelly. It was exhausting. But he worked diligently, Blitz trotting back and forth across the yard with him on each trip. Reid found a tennis ball by the shed, so he took to throwing it for Blitz every time he made a trip across the compound. When all the dogs in the runs had been fed, Reid brought two bowls to the Rottweilers guarding the gates. The dogs stood and snarled at his approach, but he cautiously knelt about six feet in front of the male and lay down the dish. Then he backed away before moving to the female and doing the same. After he had backed away from the gates another fifteen feet, the dogs quieted and sniffed, before creeping forwards to inspect, and then eat, their food.
Reid then fed the large Elkhound, the Belgian Malinois, and finally Blitz. He sat beside the dog stroking his long thick fur as he ate, and the dog wagged his tail happily. And when Blitz was finished, Reid headed into the house to relieve himself.
He glanced at the clock and realized with a start that he had been working for nearly six hours! It was nearly two in the afternoon! He shook his head and went to the bathroom, then bathed and changed clothes. Then he found himself standing the in the kitchen, staring at the doorway that led to the rest of the house… He chewed his lip for a moment, then cautiously made his way through the door.
He found himself in a small cozy living room. And there was something growling. After his eyes had adjusted to the gloom, he saw the dachshund laying on the rug before the fireplace, where dying embers sat glowing. Reid sighed and smiled, then moved over to the bin that held the logs. The little dog watched as Reid stacked them into the fire place, balled up some old newspapers and shoved them into the embers. The papers caught fire and slowly, so did the logs. The dog stood, circled a couple of times, and then settled back down on the rug to soak up the heat, obviously quite pleased with the rebirth of the fire. Though he did snap at Reid when the agent tried to pet him. Reid took the hint and just warmed his hands in the fire, then turned and looked to the hallway on the other side of the room.
Slowly he walked into the darkness. There were three doors. One to his right, one to his left, and one right in front of him. He reached out and grasped the knock of the one to his left and pushed it open.
On the other side of the door was a bedroom. It had an old worn wood floor and pale blues walls. The bed was a dark brown wooden antique frame, and the bedspread was pale blue and lace, as were the curtains. Over the bed was an old ornate oval frame, the gilding on it cracked and flaking. And inside was a chalk portrait of a Silver miniature Schnauzer. An old antique dresser sat against the wall with a few lace doilies on it. There was a crystal vase holding a bouquet of dried flowers, two wooden boxes, and…. Several old photos. Slowly, Reid slipped into the room and approached the dresser, staring at the photos.
They were all very old, in black and white… and they all showed the same beautiful woman. Her dark eyes stared out of the frame from a flawless white face, dark painted lips turned up at the corner with a playful charm and great elegance. Her dark hair was neatly in place, and framed her face beautifully. In several photos, she had a little dog with her… a Schnauzer. It was obvious that she loved and doted on this dog… Reid turned his attention to one of the wooden boxes. It was an old Sorrento Music box, the inlaid wood creating the elegant, detailed image of a rose. Gently, Reid lifted the lid, and it began to play. He smiled. It was playing "Isle de Capris". And inside the box was a locket… Reid bit his lip, then picked it up and opened it. Inside was a small lock of silvery white hair… and a tiny photo… of the schnauzer. The lock of hair must have belonged to the dog…
He replaced the locket and closed the music box, cutting off the song, and went to the other box. The other box had a detailed carving of a Schnauzer on it, and the name 'Lily'. Reid opened the box. And his eyes widened.
Ashes. The box was filled with ashes. He quickly closed it and turned away. The ashes must have been from the Schnauzer… and the dog's name was Lily. But who was the woman who owned Lily?
Reid left the room, suddenly feeling like he had just violated the sanctity of a grave… He stood in the hallway for a long time, then took a deep breath and entered the other room. This room must belong to his captor. There was a twin bed shoved into the corner, a small desk with an old computer... Reid touched the mouse and the screen lit up... it was asking for a password. Reid sighed and turned to look around the room again. Dirty socks and dog toys were all over the floor. Another Dachshund was on the bed, nestled down amongst the blankets. He began to growl. Another growl came from under the desk. There was another growling dachshund, and this one was nursing seven puppies, only about two weeks old…
Reid quickly left the room before the dogs got more agitated…
He went to the last door and opened it up…
And found another bathroom. He sighed and closed the door, then headed to the kitchen. He was hungry.
He went into the pantry and got down a couple cans of tomato soup and began to prepare them on the stove. And just in time… he could hear the distant baying of hounds getting closer and closer… when the soup was finished, he opened the fridge and began to put together some cheese sandwiches, grilling them on the stove in a pan with a bit of butter.
The door slammed open and Morton stood there, looking murderous. Reid froze, eyes wide. But then Morton blinked.
"What are you doing?" He demanded.
"… Making lunch. I… I thought you would be cold and would like something to warm up with." Reid offered softly, desperately trying to build some trust with his captor. "It… It'll be ready in a minute?"
"… Warm some cinnamon applesauce to go with it. In the fridge. I'll be back in a moment." Morton said, and then stomped out. Reid almost collapsed in his relief.

"Agent Hotchner!" Hotch jumped at the firm tone behind him. He turned and blinked. Ms. Partridge stood there, GLARING at him over the frames of her glasses. She pointed to the table in the conference room where Hotch's team and the Sherriff and his deputies were finishing up lunch. "I know you're worried about your agent, but you need to eat. Now get in there and EAT!"
"Thank you, Ms. Partridge." Hotch said, his tone just as firm. "But I'm not hungry." And he turned and went back to staring at the window. But only a second later, the woman had taken his ear in a harsh pinch and jerked him away.
"Was I asking, young man?" She snapped, and everyone turned when they heard their Unit Chief yelp "OW!" They stared, eyes wide, as Ms. Partridge marched into the room, dragging Supervisory Special Agent Aaron Hotchner in by the ear like a misbehaving child, and made him sit. Then Ms. Snow put a plate of spaghetti in front of him.
"Eat." Ms. Partridge ordered. Hotch just sat there, stunned. A moment later, he let out another "OW!" as the old woman nearly in her eighties smacked him in the back of the head. "EAT!"
Scowling, Hotch picked up his fork and viciously stabbed a meatball, shoving it into his mouth and chewing. Morgan and JJ met amused looks, Rossi "coughed" loudly into his napkin and Prentiss, in trying to hold back her laughter, let out a very loud and un-lady like snort. And that got the whole team going.
"You all stop laughing like a pack of hyenas!" Ms. Partridge demanded. "Let the man eat!" And when they didn't stop she cried "Out of here! ALL of you! Shoo! SHOO!" And she herded Hotch's team out of the room and sent them to sit at the deputies' desks until Hotch was finished eating. And only then would she allow the team back into the room to return to work.
And only a few minutes later, Garcia appeared on the screen of the laptop.
"I've got something!" She cried. "I think I've got something!"
"Hey gorgeous." Morgan said, moving over to the laptop and turning it to face the rest of the team.
"What did you find, Garcia?" Emily asked.
"Okay… so, I decided, just for the heck of it, to broaden my search. And I looked back further… Like… twenty years further."
"That's too young for the UnSub." Rossi frowned.
"I know, but… I found something. Marsha and Darren Morton." Two pictures appeared on the screen. "They had a little farm about fifty miles west of your location. And they had… a LOT of dogs. They were always getting loose, lots of complaints from the neighbors… they weren't taking care of the dogs… none of them were vaccinated, they were all sick and malnourished… And then the Mortons died. Their house caught fire. They didn't make it out." Garcia said. "Their son, Donald Morton, took the dogs."
"Where is he, Garcia?" Hotch asked, frowning.
"He's… pretty off the grid, sir." Garcia said, shuffling through papers. "I found out that when he was nine, his grandmother, a Charlotte Laney, took him to live with her because his parents were neglecting the dogs. Now, she had a lot of dogs too, but unlike Donald's parents, she took REALLY good care of them. She bred and showed Schnauzer's. My guess? He lives in her old house. I looked at his finances. About ten years ago, there are records of him buying a lot of construction supplies. Cement blocks, a couple of porta-sheds and chain link fencing… And… When I ran a search for large quantities of veterinary supplies being purchased by someone other than veterinarians, I found one… under the name Charlotte Morton…"
"Garcia, when did Charlotte Laney pass away?" Hotch asked.
"… A few months before the first abduction." Garcia said.
"That's it." Rossi said, nodding. "Donald Morton is our UnSub."
"Garcia, where is his house?" Hotch asked.
"Well, sir… It's halfway up a mountain… on a dirt road."
"… It's gonna be BURIED." Emily groaned. They all turned when the sheriff chuckled.
"That, Agents, is what we have SnowMobiles for."
"The sheriff's department has snow mobiles?" JJ asked, raising her eyebrows.
"No. The state doesn't have that kind of money. But most of us own them personally. And if we ever need more, the locals are happy to loan them to us!" He said with a wide grin. "Who wants a ride?"
"Well…" Rossi said slowly. "There's a first time for everything."

Reid sighed as he finished drying the last dish, and put it away. Morton had been quiet and almost appreciative as they ate their late lunch. He went to take a hot shower afterwards, telling Reid to clean up. The shower had shut off a little while ago. Reid turned, wondering what he should do once he had finished cleaning up. And he froze. Morton stood in the doorway, eye blazing in a dangerous fury.
"… What did you do…" He hissed through clenched teeth. Reid tensed, eyes wide.
"W-What?"
"When I was gone… what did you do?"
"I… I did what you told me to do!" Reid gasped. "I fed the dogs and I—"
"In the HOUSE!" Morton barked, spittle flying from his lip. Reid gulped as he stood there, petrified.
"I… I went to the bathroom… and I showered… I uh… I put some logs in the fire place… then I started making lunch."
"You're lying…" Morton snarled, advancing on the young Agent. Reid began to back away, fear seizing him. "You went into Her room!"
"W-What?" Reid squeaked. He shook his head, wetting his lips. "I… I don't know what you're talk—"
"You TOUCHED the MUSIC BOX!"
"… I… what?"
"The song isn't in the same place I left it! You opened it! The locket was moved! WHAT ELSE DID YOU TOUCH?"
"I… I…"
"Did you touch Lily?!" Morton screamed, a rage in his eyes like nothing Reid had ever seen before. "Did you touch Her Lily?!"
"I… I looked at the pictures." Reid whispered, desperately trying to find some way to calm the man down. "She… the woman… she was beautiful. Who is she?"
Morton lunged, letting out an animalistic roar. Reid yelped and bolted. Blitz perked up and watched as Reid darted out the door, Morton on his heels. He leapt up and followed, whining.
"ANGEL!" Morton screamed. "FASS!"
Reid sobbed, knowing exactly what that command meant… attack. He heard Angel charge across the compound, barking furiously. Reid didn't know why he meant to run… there was nowhere to go… All the dogs were barking… it was deafening. Like the Hounds of Hell were rising from the Abyss to rip him apart. He stopped and turned to beg the man to call them off, but Angel was upon him. He fell to the ground with a cry of pain as he felt teeth sink into his arm.
"AAHNG!" He cried, wincing as she jerked him again and again and again, tail wagging eagerly as she did her job.
"You son of a bitch!" Morton screamed, storming across the compound towards the boy on the ground, blood dripping to the muddy snow. "How DARE you!"
"I'm sorry!" Reid cried. "I'm sorry! You… you never said it was off limits! I didn't know! I d-didn't mean anything by it! I promise! Ahhn! Please! Help me! G-Get her off!"
"… Aus!" Morton commanded, and Angel immediately let go of Reid's arm and backed off. Whimpering, Reid drew his arm in close and cradled it. But then Morton seized the collar of his shirt and jerked him to his feet, whirling and slamming him up against the door to the run of a Mastiff. The dog tucked his tail in and fled through the little door into the interior building that half of the runs were in, to give the dogs warmth and shelter.
"Don't you ever…" Morton hissed, shaking Reid. "Ever… EVER!" He barked into his face, and Reid flinched. "Go NEAR Her room again! DO YOU HEAR ME?"
"Y-Yes!" Reid gasped, trembling in fear. "Yes, I hear you! I won't! I promise! I'm sorry! Please! Please, I'm sorry!" But the rage didn't fade.
"If you do, I'll fuckin' KILL YOU!" Morton screamed, and Reid closed his eyes tightly and cried.
"I'm sorry!" He wailed. "Please forgive me!"
"Forgive you?" The man spat. "FORGIVE YOU?" And then he drew his arm back and buried his fist into Reid's stomach. The boy doubled over with a loud "UHNF!"
Blitz let out a series of angry, warning barks, baring his teeth. Morton turned and glared at the dog.
"Nein!" Morton commanded. Blitz growled. "Pfui!" Morton snapped, and Blitz cowered, growing silent and backing away. Morton turned back to Reid, pulled his fist back and then threw it again, slamming it into Reid's soft belly another nine times… Then, when only his fist in the Agent's shirt was keeping him on his feet, he brought his fist crashing across the boy's face, catching his eye. The shirt ripped and Reid crashed to the ground. He writhed in pain, and then his body seized as he expelled the contents of his stomach in a spectacular display of projective vomit.
Morton didn't wait for him to recover. When the boy was still coughing and gagging between sobs, he seized the back of his torn shirt and began to drag him across the yard. Blitz followed silently, ears back and tail tucked. Morton dragged Reid up the stairs, across the porch and into the kitchen, flinging open the door to the basement and hurling him down the stairs. Reid tumbled head over heels and landed at the bottom with a broken cry.
"Pass Auf!" He vaguely heard Morton command, followed by a "Fucking kill you!"
"NYAAAO!" Came the angry yowl from the cat as he was kicked down the stairs. Blitz skittered down the stairs, eyes wide, ears back and tail tucked. Then the door was slammed closed and the lock turned.
Reid groaned, holding his stomach as he felt blood mix with the taste of vomit in his mouth. Then, he heard the soft whine and a purr. It was dark… he couldn't see… but a moment later a warm, soft body was rubbing against his shoulder, and a cold wet nose touched his cheek before a hot tongue began to lick away his tears. Slowly, Reid closed his eyes and began to relax. But then, he felt teeth scraping his shoulder. He tensed and gasped in fear, waiting for them to sink into his flesh!
But they didn't… Blitz got a good grip on his shirt, and began to drag him across the room. Reid was confused. But as he felt himself being dragged onto the blankets, he calmed and realized that he shouldn't be surprised. Many dogs that had Blitz's training were trained in protection, detection and search & rescue… He wondered what else this dog could do.
He reached out for the lantern and flicked it on, then slowly began to drag off his wet, muddy clothes. Once he was naked, he began to tear the ripped shirt into pieces. Then he picked up his unopened bottle of water and rinsed out his mouth, then poured some over his injured arm before using the cleanest strips of fabric he could find to wrap it with. Then he took a few small sips of water before burrowing his trembling body into the blankets, desperate for warmth. He closed his eyes and held back his sobs, refusing to break down.
A moment later, Kamikaze crawled into the blankets and curled up against his stomach. Reid curled his body around the cat, and a moment later, Blitz curled up around him from behind. Reid sighed and slowly relaxed, the warmth coming from the animals helping to warm him. And then he fell asleep to the rhythmic sounds of the dog breathing, and the cat purring…
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