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TRIBULATIONS

By hatochiisai

Disclaimer: I do not own “Criminal Minds” or any of the characters of the show.

Reidcentric

WARNING: This work includes nonconsensual homosexual intercourse.

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Chapter 6

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The entire team was having breakfast in the meeting room when the UnSub came for Reid. Reid had been talking with them, but he had stopped mid sentence. The smile faded into grim determination. He stared at the camera, listening to the boots on the stairs. When the reached the bottom, he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, then stood and turned.

“… You look like hell.” The UnSub said. Reid said nothing. “You gonna walk your skinny ass over here, or do I have to drag you again?” Reid paused, but then silently limped over to the UnSub. The man stepped aside and waved his had towards the stairs in a flourish. Reid stared at him, then proceeded him up the stairs.

“… I think I’m done.” Garcia said, shoving her jelly donut and breakfast burrito away.

“… Me too.” JJ mumbled, polishing off her orange juice.

“We’re going to try something different today.” The UnSub said, slowly. Reid stopped in the hallway and looked at the man, hiding his fear well. “I know all about you, Dr. Reid.”

“Not everything.” Reid said with a slight smirk.

“Everything that matters.” The UnSub said. “Including what you fear.” Reid blinked, cocking his head slightly. The UnSub turned and walked over to a door running his hand over it. Slowly, he turned and extended a hand out to Reid. Reid stared at him, then slowly approached. The UnSub curled his arm around Reid’s back, drawing him close, almost lovingly. He pushed the door open. Reid stared.

Darkness. Nothing but darkness. He couldn’t see the floor. Not the walls, the ceiling. It was just… black. Reid frowned slightly, hesitantly turning and looking at the UnSub. He swallowed, fixing his brown eyes on the man, full of apprehension.

“You are afraid of the dark, Dr. Reid.” The UnSub hissed. “You are afraid of what may lurk there, unseen. Your fear, though, is unfounded. You of all people should know that the dark is nothing to fear. So let me give you meaning to your fear. Let me give you a REAL reason to fear the dark…” Reid’s eyes widened and his mouth fell open. He tried to find his voice, but he couldn’t. The UnSub chuckled darkly, then shoved Reid through the door.

“NO!” Reid shouted in half panic, falling into the blackness. “AHN!!” He yelped, when he hit the floor. He looked up immediately. Ten feet up, the door swung closed. The team watched with night vision cameras as Reid cried in horror. He stumbled to his feet, his movements awkward and almost self endangering. He threw himself forwards until he reached the wall and felt over it, desperately searching for some hold he could use to climb out.

“Please…” He whimpered, hands scrabbling over the wall. “God… please…” He suddenly whirled, pressing his back up against the wall and staring around into the nothingness, eyes wide and panicked. His chest rose and fell rapidly as his fear set in. He winced and coughed loudly, pressing his hand over his mouth. Sweat popped up across his brow and he tilted his head back, closing his eyes and opening his mouth to suck more air into his lungs. He whimpered every now and then, eyes still darting around frantically.

After a bit, Reid slowly began to side step along the wall, feeling carefully with his hand on the wall, and his bare feet on the ground. He hit a corner. After taking a few calming breaths, Reid began to fumble along the next wall, trying to keep his breath even, but he was on the verge of hyperventilating.

“Tell me, Dr. Reid…” The UnSub’s taunting voice boomed through the room. Reid jumped. “It is worse than you thought?”

Reid stared up into nothingness, a hurt expression on his face. “… You… you sadistic son of a bitch…” He gasped.

“I teased him about it!” Garcia cried. “I teased him about being afraid of the dark!”

“This has nothing to do with that, baby girl. It’s okay…”

“Poor Reid…” Garcia wailed, blowing her nose. Morgan put an arm around her. There was a throat clearing. Everyone turned.

“Kevin.” Morgan said, removing his arm from Garcia. “Perfect timing, man.” He walked over and pulled Kevin aside. “She’s a wreck.” He told him, quietly, distracting Kevin from the fact that he had walked in to see Morgan with his arm around Garcia. “She used to tease Reid for being afraid of the dark, now she’s watching our UnSub torture Reid with that fear. She needs you, man.” Kevin stared at him, mouth hanging open, then nodded and hurried to Garcia.

“Smooth.” Emily muttered to Morgan, who grinned and winked, but they quickly turned their attention back to Reid.

He had jumped at a small noise… a shuffling… something was in the room with him. “No…” Reid gasped. “No no no… Guys…” The team glanced around at each other. “If you’re watching… if you can hear me… God, I wish you were here right now…” Tears rolled down his face. JJ and Garcia weren’t much better. Even Emily was looking near tears. Hotch and Rossi looked pained. Morgan was furious with his helplessness.

When Reid reached the next corner, he sobbed and slowly slid down to the floor, hugging his legs to his chest. “God… Please…” He lowered his head, hiding his face and rocking himself.

“Garcia. Any luck locating a place they could be holding him?” Gideon asked.

“Over 150 locations within the area I was given.” Garcia said, sighing. “God, I hate this…”

“I know.” Gideon said. “We don’t like to feel helpless. We are the FBI. We’re not SUPPOSED to be helpless. This isn’t supposed to HAPPEN to one of our own…”

“Damn STRAIGHT it ain’t!” Morgan snapped, angrily. He began to pace, watching Reid on the screen. The psychological torture was breaking down his mind…

There were noises all around him… something moving and creeping around… and he didn’t know what… But the team could see them… rats. Rats were scurrying around the room…

Every now and then Reid would move to a different spot in the room, never leaving the wall. The hours ticked by… His stomach growled. He screamed for someone to come and save him from the darkness… His eyes ached from straining for the slightest bit of light in the room… his head pounded with his own fear and screams…

Eventually, he slowly slid to the floor, coughing. He was shaking, head turning back and forth, trying to catch any sight, every sound… He crawled on his hands and knees, unable to focus. He was too scared. And time went on… how long had he been there…? Hours? Days? It felt like years… He felt that he was losing his mind. If he got out of here, would he soon be institutionalized like his mother? He would definitely be in worse shape… probably a flailing, drooling mess… he snorted at the thought.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang. Then, the screaming of gears, and a horrible scraping. Reid blinked, then gasped. The wall was moving. “No…” He gasped. “No no no! NO!!!” He shook his head, scrambling out of the way. “PLEASE!!! OW!” He yelped when he scrabbled over something sharp. “OW! AH!” There was broken glass scattered over the floor in the middle of the room.

Reid tried to get out of it… he was confused. He didn’t know where he was. His heart was in his throat, pounding. The wall reached him, and he yelped as he was pushed across the floor, through the glass. He stumbled forwards, away from the wall, but his skull cracked against the opposite wall… He only had six feet left, and it was shrinking. Reid pressed himself against the non moving wall, gasping loudly. “No… No… dammit, STOP!!!” He screamed at the top of his lungs. The wall ground to a halt only two and a half feet away…

“This guy is sick…” Morgan growled. “How did he know that Reid was afraid of the dark?” He looked at Garcia. “I thought you had our personnel files encrypted and hidden and password protected with all the bells and whistles and…”

“I do.” Garcia confirmed, nodding. “Ever since the Fisher King case.”

“Here’s an idea I’m just… throwing out there.” Emily said. “If he worked in the Bureau, he could have been in this office.” She waved her head towards the bull pen. “He could have had access to our case files and reports… and he would have interacted with us. Talked to us and listened to us talk to each other. I remember once, a storm knocked the power out and Morgan was teasing Reid about being afraid of the dark. Remember?”

“Yeah.” Morgan said, eyes wide. “I uh… I snuck up on him in the dark an’ scared him! He FREAKED. Right in front of everyone. And remember him yelling at me?”

“I remember.” Hotch said, nodded. “He punched you in the shoulder, called you a jerk and said ‘you know I don’t like the dark’.”

“Right.” Morgan said, nodding.

Suddenly, lights flared up. Spotlights from the ceiling. Reid shouted out, curling up on the floor, ducking his head and shutting his eyes tightly… he was blind… The pain stabbed through his skull. Violent coughs racked his thin frame.

“My my…” The UnSub sneered. “That doesn’t sound very good… You should take better care of yourself, Dr. Reid.” Reid’s mind swam and was clouded… the fear… the pain… the lights. He didn’t know which way was up and which way was down… was he lying on the floor? Was he falling? He groaned… the world was spinning. He felt like was floating… Then, there were hands… gentle hands on his body… Arms gathered him up, and he was cradled close to a body… a scent… an aftershave… sweat… Then, they were moving. Feet on stairs… his body was rocking with the movement… He tried to open his eyes, but he was still blinded… He closed them quickly when pain licked across his brain like white flames…

They were moving down a hall… A door opened, and a moment later the arms dropped him into frigid water. He yelped and thrashed. This time, the hands didn’t hold him under… they began tugging at his clothes, stripping them off of his body. Reid shouted in protest, throwing an arm out to strike at the man.

“Oh, this bastard had better not touch him…” Morgan growled, shaking his head.

“This isn’t the UnSub.” Emily murmured. “He’s bigger.” The others agreed silently, watching the man pick up a washcloth and quirt some shower gel over it. The man then turned to Reid, who was fidgeting nervously, unable to sit still.

“Shhh…” Came the hiss, and then there was a cloth rubbing over his skin… Reid could smell soap. He gasped, shivering violently in the cold water, and he clutched at the man’s clothes. “Shhhh…” The man hissed again, and Reid winced and whined when the soap stung his cuts. Reid held his breath when the man bathed his more… intimate areas, but he never tried anything… An arm was wrapped around Reid’s shoulders, and a hand was placed on his chest, holding him there. He was lowered back into the water. Reid gasped and jerked, and the man stopped. Reid was confused… why wasn’t he trying to drown him again?

After Reid relaxed, the man began to lower him down again, until all but his face was submerged. The hand on his chest moved and fingers ran through Reid’s hair. Then Reid was moved to sit up again. A moment later there was a cheap, fruity scent, and something dripping over his scalp. A moment later, firm hands began to massage the shampoo into his hair. The touches were gentle, almost paternal. Somehow, Reid knew that this was NOT the UnSub. He seemed bigger… stronger… but more gentle. Almost loving or remorseful.

He spent a long time gently washing Reid’s hair. Then there was the arm around his shoulders and he was leaned back into the water again. Reid went without a struggle, shaking at the hand in his hair. But the hand was so soft… he couldn’t help but relax. Soon enough, though, it stopped, and Reid sat up again.

The arms returned, one around his shoulders, and the other under his knees. Reid groaned, then coughed. The man turned and walked out of the room, Reid hanging limp in his arms. Slowly, the boy turned and nuzzled his head into the man’s shoulder… he was so cold. And the man was so warm. Another cough wracked his frame…

The man laid him down… the table was hard and cold. Metal. Reid shuddered… he knew where he was. He was on the Mortician’s table. He heard the fluttering of cloth, and he felt it settle over his hips. He tried to open his eyes, but the light was like needles… He quickly shut them again, before convulsing with violent coughs.

There was a gentle hand on his forehead, gently brushing away strands of wet hair. “He’s sick.” The man spoke. His voice was thick and husky. “He’s beautiful…”

“You may not have him.” Said the UnSub, walking into the frame. The team watched as he smacked the hand of the larger man, which had moved to run up Reid’s thigh. “Not yet.” The bigger man looked up at the UnSub, before resting his hand on Reid’s knee.

“But soon?”

“Yes. Soon.” The UnSub confirmed with a nod, and the larger man began to rub Reid dry with a towel.

“Oh my God…” Emily gasped, eyes wide. “Please tell me that he doesn’t mean what I think he means…”

“He does.” Rossi said, a dreaded finality in his tone.

“Gentlemen… Ladies.” Gideon suddenly spoke up. “We have an accurate profile to work off of now.” He stood and walked over to the screen, watching. The UnSub and the larger man were cleaning Reid’s cuts and other healing wounds.

“The UnSub is in his early thirties.” Gideon began. “He was in the Bureau, but isn’t any longer. He would have quit, or been fired at least a year ago. He is out to get this team. He may feel that we betrayed him somehow. He may have been passed up to JOIN the team. He chose Reid because he can physically dominate him, but it may be that he was passed up in favor of Reid when he joined the BAU.

“He has two partners. One is physically larger. I think we can assume that this is the man the UnSub sent to murder the people he forced Reid to choose. This man is in his late thirties. Judging by his desire for Reid, he probably has a record. Sexual Assault, rape… probably young men or teenage boys.

“The last man is smaller. He’s nervous. But he’s good with the cameras. This man was possibly a student, maybe dropped out of school. He has a smart mind, but he is following the lead of the UnSub. It’s a production to him… the UnSub is the director, Reid is the star. He is the crew. He’s smart, but he follows the lead of the dominant personality. The UnSub. The larger man is probably following the UnSub’s lead because he isn’t as smart.

“The UnSub is the intelligent, educated dominant personality, and the others are following his lead. But for crimes like these, they are not random recruits. They know and trust each other. They have known one another for a long time. They have a bond. They either have been friends for years, or have known each other all their lives. They may even be brothers.

“They likely came from a single parent household. My gut tells me that they were raised by a male. A father or uncle. And that they were abused. Possibly even sexually. Their caretaker will probably have a record just like the oldest. Sexual assaults, statutory rape… again, possibly with young men or teenage boys. And he may have come up in investigations about missing men and boys. Their caretaker probably murdered. And they know it. And they are prepared to go all the way with Reid because of it.

“We have to find him, and fast. Or there will be nothing left to save...” Gideon concluded. The team stared at him, grimly.

“… I’m on it.” Garcia said, hurrying out. Gideon sighed and turned back to the screen, watching as the two men put band-aids over Reid’s cuts before dressing him again.

“Something else.” Gideon said, suddenly. “they dress him the same. In sweat pants and a t shirt. An FBI t shirt. The UnSub told Reid to dress for bed when he abducted him. Why would he have CARED how he dressed? And how did they know that Reid sleeps in sweatpants and a t shirt? And why an FBI t shirt?” Gideon asked.

“We had a talk about that once.” Morgan said, eyes wide. “I don’t remember how we got there, but… Prentiss was saying that she slept in a night shirt. Reid in sweat pants and t shirts. JJ in little nighties when Will is there… I sleep naked.” The others eyed him. “I remember Emily teasing Reid. Asking him why Mr. Sweater Vest had t shirts. Reid said it was just FBI freebie t shirts.”

“This guy was listening in on our casual conversations.” Emily concluded, eyes wide. Gideon nodded.

“But look at Reid. Think of how he looks in his… slacks and tie… Now look at him. What do you see, that the UnSub may see?” The team stared at Reid, being lifted into the larger man’s arms and carried down to the basement.

“He looks… younger.” Emily said, slowly. “Vulnerable and innocent. He looks like a child.”

“Seeing him like this makes the UnSub feel more powerful. The choice of clothes make Reid look more like a kid. Not an FBI Agent. It makes the UnSub feel his dominance over Reid even more.” Rossi offered.

“So now what?” Morgan asked.

“We wait.” Hotchner said, watching the man lay Reid down on the cot and covered his legs with the blanket. The man knelt, gently stroking Reid’s cheek, smoothing his hair away from his forehead. Morgan narrowed his eyes, watching. The man traced his fingers over Reid’s lips, then traced his jaw and tucked hair behind his ear. His fingers trailed down Reid’s throat and across his collar bone. His fingers disappeared under the collar of the t shirt, rubbing over his chest… He paused, then moved his hand down, slipping it under Reid’s shirt and running his hand over his stomach, gently rubbing in circles.

Reid twitched, rolling his head to the side with a moan, lips parting slightly.

“Oh no…” Morgan hissed, cracking his knuckles. “You had better get you hands off our boy right now you sick freak…”

“Morgan.” Hotchner said, and reached out, hitting the speed dial on the phone. It began to ring. The man jumped, jerking his hand away from Reid. He stumbled back, staring at the phone, then turned and ran up the stairs and out of the room.

“You’d BETTER run, you son of a bitch!” Morgan shouted at the screen. “When I get my hands on you—“

“Morgan.” Hotch said again. “Calm down.”

“Calm down?! How can I calm down when I know what he’s gonna put that kid through!?”

“Morgan. Just focus.” Hotch said, gripping Morgan’s shoulder. “We’ll find him.” The group settled down again with a map, labeling every possible place Reid could be held. They wanted to start eliminating sites, but they couldn’t…

“Guys…” Emily gasped. “He’s back.” They all looked up. The UnSub and the larger man walked down the stairs. The UnSub was carrying a tray.

“You’re a freak.” He grumbled to the larger man.

“He’s beautiful.”

“Sure. If you like pale, scrawny, obnoxious know-it-alls…” The UnSub snorted.

“You said I could have him. If you want me to continue with this, you’ll let me.”

“I’m a man of my word.” The UnSub said. “But that doesn’t mean I understand what you get out of this… as far as I’m concerned, it’s just another form of torture.”

“They’re so beautiful when they cry.” The larger man snorted.

“… I’ll agree with that. And this brat deserves it.” The UnSub snorted. He watched the larger man curl an arm under Reid’s shoulder and lift him up into a sitting position. The man moved behind Reid, sitting on the cot, and let Reid’s back rest against his chest.

The UnSub let out a disgusted sigh and set the tray down on the table by the cot, near the phone and camera. “Whatever. Just remember what we discussed. When you have him, it will be under my terms.” And he left the basement. Morgan shook his head, furious in his helplessness.

The man looked after the UnSub, then snorted, and to the team’s surprise, removed his mask. He had blonde hair and blue gray eyes… they didn’t recognize him, but something seemed vaguely familiar…

The man turned his head, his nose just behind Reid’s ear. He closed his eyes and inhaled, taking in the boy’s scent. Morgan turned, running his hands over his head in frustration. The man curled an arm around Reid’s mid section and slid a hand under his shirt again. Reid’s breath caught for a moment and he rolled his head to the side, facing the camera. His brow furrowed and he moaned softly. The man’s other hand slithered over his shoulder and up his throat to his face. Fingers touched lips again… He turned the pale face and leaned closer. Reid twitched… the man sighed and kissed the corner of his mouth. Reid pulled away, eyelids fluttering.

“Nnnmm...” Reid groaned, trying to force his eyes open.

“Shhh… You have a fever…” The man hissed, reaching out to the tray and picking up a small cup of a purple liquid. “Here… take this. It’s medicine.” Reid blinked, making a face at the smell of the stuff when it was held under his nose. The man held the small cup to his lips and tipped it into Reid’s mouth. He set the cup down again and stroked Reid’s sweaty face.

“I’ll take care of you, Spencer. I… may I call you Spencer?” The man asked. Reid blinked slowly.

“… Who… who are you?” Reid asked, weakly.

“… I’m not allowed to tell you my name.”

“… Why?” Reid breathed. The man didn’t respond. He continued the motions of his hands, stroking Reid’s face and rubbing his stomach. A few minutes later, he picked up a bowl of soup. “Can you eat?” Reid nodded his response. The man lifted a full spoon to Reid’s mouth, tipping the contents over his tongue. Reid swallowed, slowly.

“He’s playing at good cop/bad cop.” Hotchner said. “One captor who torments, one who nurtures… He’s trying to get Reid to trust him. But it won’t last long. Once Reid is coherent enough to realize how this bastard is touching him…”

“But in his position, he’ll need to reach out to any hand offered.” Rossi pointed out. “He may be willing to accept this man’s attentions to escape the pain.” Morgan collapsed into a chair, his head in his hands. But a moment later, he stormed out of the room. Hotch blinked, and hurried after him.

“Morgan!” He called. “Morgan, wait! Where are you going?!”

“Out!” Morgan shouted over his shoulder.

“Morgan, wait.” Hotchner said, firmly. Morgan turned and looked at him. “Morgan. I need you here. I need your head in this. We won’t find Reid without you.”

“Hotch, we ain’t doin’ nothin’ here, man!” Morgan cried, throwing his hands out. He pointed towards the meeting room. “That’s our boy out there! He’s being tortured, manipulated and molested, and we aren’t getting any closer to finding him, OR the guys to have him!”

“That’s not true.” Garcia said from across the office. She offered them a hopeful smile. “I think I found the guy.” Hotchner and Morgan stared at her.

“Meeting room! Now!” Hotch commanded, and the team assembled.

“Okay.” Garcia said, passing out printouts.

“Ryan Alexander Vanderwal. He joined the FBI with his eyes on the BAU. He applied at about the same time as Reid. But he was one of their last choices. But according to HIM, Reid was his only competition. When another spot opened up he applied for it again. He was passed up for Elle. And later, Prentiss.

“When Gideon left, he applied one last time. But Rossi took the opening. The thing is, he refused to acknowledge that he was NEVER going to be able to join the BAU. He failed his psych eval. That’s why he was NEVER promoted as long as he was in the Bureau. When his superiors told him that, he quit. There have been several people who remember him talking about Reid and the BAU… he was pissed that after years of hard work, he had been passed up for a ‘snot nosed kid whose only advantage is being an insufferable know-it-all’.” Garcia quoted.

Hotch looked over the file, frowning. “Good work, Garcia.”

“There’s more.” Garcia said. “He has two brothers. An older brother, and a younger brother. Just… a whole family of freaks. His younger brother is Oliver Neil. He witnessed their mother’s death in a car accident. It was a rainy. They hit a deer. The um… the antlers went through the windshield and… gored the mother to death.”

“… Ew…” Emily said, looking at the photos of the scene.

“The youngest was always quiet and withdrawn after that. His older brothers took care of him. Their father was a drunk. And a pedophile. He was arrested on charges after the boys were all out of his care. Now, the oldest is Roger Graham, named after their father, Roger David. The oldest joined the army, but was later discharged… he failed a psych eval, and… showed inappropriate behavior. Towards another male soldier. He filed a complaint to a commanding officer. AFTER he and his boys beat Graham up. So Graham moved in with his brothers. They live in a three bedroom apartment. Ryan has the master bedroom even though he is the middle brother.

“Now the youngest, Neil… He failed out of school. Guess what he was studying?”

“Film.” Hotch said, crossing his arms.

“Yahtzi.” Garcia said, nodding. “I have their entire lives here. Everything. Except the one thing we NEED.” She sighed. “Where they’re holding Reid. I looked into my records, and Ryan did see all of these case files. He studied them extensively. He knows what hurts Reid more than anything… I’m afraid that we haven’t seen the worst of it.”
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