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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 6

When the team arrived at the rendezvous point to meet the group to start heading up the mountain, they were impressed at the number of people and snowmobiles that were just… everywhere. In the thick of it all was the Sheriff, looking perfectly comfortable barking orders and shuffling people around.
"Brad, you ride up on Eric's machine, you had one of that model, right? Okay, good! Sam! You comfortable operating Elizabeth's snowmobile? Alright, Beth, you okay with Sam usin your—alright, thank you for bringin' it out. Alex! You brought the sled! GREAT! Hook it up over there behind Maxine, alright? TEDDY! I SEE YOU THERE! Nice try, boy, but you ain't comin' with us. You gonna let us use the machine or not? Well fine. We can do without it. We're not so desperate as to let YOU come along. Does your daddy know you're here? No? Well, you can bet I'll be givin' him a call to let him know you tried to take his machine up the mountain on a police raid. I'm sure your mama will be thrilled to hear it. Off you go, now!"
He turned and grinned as he saw the Agents trudging up to him through the snow.
"We're all ready to go!" He announced, cheeks shiny and red with the cold. "You folks bundled up? Great! We're gonna pair you off with some deputies. You'll ride behind them on the snow mobiles. We got a couple of sleds that we use for snow rescues to transport any injured, but if anyone gets hurt bad, we got a rescue chopper on standby in Montpelier. All these law enforcement and rescue personnel are experienced in operating these machines, so just put on your helmets and hold on tight! It'll take about an hour and a half to reach the target area."
The team just nodded silently, as the man had immediately run off, not giving them time to respond. They split up, each finding a lone deputy waiting with a helmet for them. Hotch climbed onto the snowmobile behind the sheriff, and put on the helmet. The sherriff looked around at the assembly. They were all watching him. And so he put on his helmet and took off across the snow, the screaming of engines behind them nearly deafening.
Hotch's heart was pounding… he was NOT enjoying the ride, but he needed to get to Spencer… and when he did, he was having a LONG talk with that boy about his ongoing habit of getting himself kidnapped…

Up the mountain, Reid had just woken up. He was cold, but the warmth of the dog and cat was keeping him from reaching the point of shivering. He tugged the blankets closer around himself, and curled up tighter around the cat, who began purring. Reid scratched the cat's ears. He could hear Morton beginning to stir in the house overhead, but the man never came down to the basement. He moved around the kitchen and the smell of bacon soon reached Reid in the basement.
But then twenty minutes later, he heard Morton leave the house. Reid sighed. His body was aching, his stomach was growling and his head hurt. But Morton apparently was still angry and wasn't planning on giving him breakfast. Reid closed his eyes, hoping that he could drift to sleep so that he wouldn't have to face the constant cramping and growls from his bruised belly…
But sleep wouldn't come. His mind was much too active, focusing on psychoanalyzing the man holding him captive. Or at least trying to… focusing was hard when you were cold, hungry and in pain… Finally he gave up. He closed his eyes tightly and began to recite old poetry that his mom had read him. And he did this until he had recited himself to sleep…
It was the growl that woke him. Low and deep, rumbling through the chest of the dog beside him.
"… Blitz?" He mumbled, cracking his eyes open. Then he frowned. And he listened. The dogs outside. They were all barking… going crazy… and Reid, though not familiar with dogs, could pick up the feeling of alarm from the barking. Something had them upset. Blitz's growling got louder, and then Reid could hear something else… A distant, muffled whine. It sounded like engines. Engines to a motorcycle or…
A snowmobile. Blitz leapt to his feet, barking at the ceiling as a gun shot was heard. And then, even from the basement, Reid could hear the shouts. There were men outside. He couldn't make out words, but it sounded like all hell had broken loose! Dogs were barking and howling, men shouting, engines roaring and then there was the occasional smattering of gunfire.
"Hotch." Reid breathed, smiling slightly. "Shhh… Blitz… Nein." The dog stopped barking and whined. "Platz." Reid commanded, and slowly, Blitz lay down beside him again, staring at the door at the top of the basement stairs.
More shots. One. Two. Three… and then it was over. The dogs were still going ballistic, but the shots and the engines had stopped. All was quiet for a moment, and then the door to the kitchen was heard opening, and heavy feet were thundering into the house.
"CLEAR!" Reid heard, and he perked up, smiling. That was Prentiss!
"CLEAR!" That was Rossi! And then he heard more feet thunder down the hall towards the bedroom, and Morgan shouted "CLEAR!"
And then, from the bathroom and laundry room, "CLEAR!"
Hotch… that was Hotch. A moment later, the door the basement rattled, and then was kicked in with a BANG! Blitz leapt to his feet, barking and snarling, moving to stand over Reid as Hotch came down the stairs with several of the deputies behind him.
Blitz stood there, tail straight out, hackles up, ears back and teeth bared, barking furiously. The cat yowled in protest at the commotion and ran under the basement stairs.
"SHIT! SHOOT IT!" Reid heard a deputy shout in alarm.
"NO!" He shouted back, and seized the dog's collar when the large German Shepherd lunged to attack. "STOP! Hold your fire!"
"SPENCER!" Hotch yelped, eyes wide as he raised his gun at the dog standing over his agent.
"HOLD YOUR FIRE!" Reid roared at the top of his lungs. "BLITZ! BLITZ! Nein! NEIN!" The dog kept barking and lunging, but Reid didn't let go of the collar. "PFUI!" And Blitz stopped. He was still leaning against the hold Reid had on him, and was growling, but he stopped the barking and lunging. "Platz…" Reid said in a firm tone, and slowly the dog obeyed, laying down. Reid shuffled beside the dog, running his hands down the long back. "Good boy… Good boy, Blitz…" The dog wagged his tail slightly.
"Spencer?" Hotch asked, and the dog growled.
"Have the others go upstairs. I'm fine." Reid said gently. "Shhh… good boy, Blitz…" The dog wagged his tail again, finally tearing his gaze away from the Unit Chief and looking up at Reid, letting his tongue loll out of his mouth in a happy canine smile. Reid smiled back. "Good boy!" The dog wagged his tail harder, and relaxed.
"You're hurt." Hotch said, seeing the makeshift bandage on Reid's arm.
"I'm okay. He didn't do it." Reid said, glancing up at the man. "Can you get me some clothes, please?"
"I got it." Said the last deputy up the stairs, and a moment later, a pair of pants were tossed down. The dog watched the clothing warily, and then put his ears back as Hotch moved to give them to Reid. He growled.
"Nein." Reid said, and Blitz stopped, looking confused and frustrated. "Bleib." Reid said, commanding the dog to stay. Then he stood and moved over to Hotch taking the clothes. And then the man wrapped his arms around Reid in a tight hug. The dog leapt to his feet with a bark!
"NEIN!" Reid nearly shouted, and Blitz stopped, tail dropping. He watched Reid in the arms of the strange man, but a moment later, Reid returned to the dog, kneeling and petting his ears. "Good boy." The dog wagged his tail, and Hotch watched in silence as Reid dressed, finally shedding the blanket he was wrapped in. Then Reid knelt. "Sitz!" He said, and the dog sat.
Reid then looked up at Hotch. "Approach slowly, kneel sideways, and then offer him your closed fist." He instructed. Hotch nodded, and did so. He slowly walked forward, eying the growling dog. Then, slowly, he knelt and turned to the side. "Shhh… Good boy…" Reid was saying, soothing the dog with words and gentle pettings. And then, Hotch offered his hand. The dog growled low in his throat. "Nein." Reid said gently, and Blitz stopped. Then, he slowly leaned forward, sniffing the hand. "Good boy!" Reid praised, and Blitz wagged his tail. He turned and looked up at Reid. "Good boy!" Reid said again, and Blitz perked and turned, sniffing Hotch again. Reid shuffled closer to Hotch and away from Blitz. The dog whined.
"Hier!" Reid said, and the dog stood and slunk over, sniffing Hotch warily. Hotch eyed the dog in mistrust as he sniffed him over. "Good boy!" Reid cried again, and flung his arms around the dog's neck. The dog wagged his tail happily. And then, Hotch let Blitz sniff his hand again. And this time, Blitz leaned in and licked his fingers. Hotch smiled slightly, reaching up and scratching the dog's chin. And Blitz accepted it happily.
"There we go." Reid said, smiling. He took Hotch's hand and lifted it, placing it on Blitz's head and guiding him into stroking the dog down his back. And when Blitz calmed, Reid let go and Hotch continued on his own. "Good boy." Reid praised, and the dog licked his chin.
"Good boy." Hotch echoed, and the dog wagged his tail in a nervous manner, eying Hotch.
"Here…" Reid whispered, and Hotch felt something fuzzy and round placed into his other hand. He lifted the ball. The dog froze and his entire body tightened. Hotch smiled as the dog's focus was suddenly totally and completely on the ball. "Throw it." Reid said. Hotch nodded, slowly standing and drawing his arm back. Blitz pranced back a few steps, waiting. Hotch threw it across the basement, and Blitz bounded after it. He caught the ball mid bounce, turned and ran back, dropping the ball at Hotch's feet and waiting. Hotch leaned over, picked it up… and threw it! And the dog charged after it happily. It bounced under the stairs and Blitz followed into the darkness. There was a crash, a yowl, and Kamikaze fled from his hiding place, hissing in disapproval as the dog chased him, the ball in his mouth.
"Good boy, Blitz!" Reid cheered, and the dog ran to him. Reid knelt and hugged him. The dog dropped the ball and sat down, closing his eyes in joy.
But then, something happened that made Hotch's heart stop.
Reid looked up at him, grinning, and said, "Can I keep him?!"
"… What?!"
"Please, Hotch?!" Reid asked, eyes sparkling. "I really REALLY want to! I love him! He's so GREAT!"
"Uh… Spencer… Y-You…"
"I've BONDED with him, Hotch! Please?! I'll walk him every day! He's trained! Fully trained! Schutzhund!"
"… Spencer…" Hotch groaned weakly.
"Oh, come on, Hotch! He's such a GREAT dog!"
"… But… With our work…"
"The neighbors can watch him! Or we could see if we can get him to be an official Bureau working dog! I'll do classes and get him registered! Can you imagine the benefits of having him in the field with us?!" Hotch just stared at Reid, mouth ajar. Reid grinned and leapt up, pouncing the man. "Thank you so much!"
"What?! I didn't say—"
"You implied it!"
"How?!"
"Your shoulders drooped and your eyebrows curved up slightly. You were giving in." Reid stated calmly.
"But… Spencer…?"
"Blitz! You wanna go home?!" Reid gasped, releasing Hotch and whirling on the dog. "You wanna come home with me?! Huh?! Are you a good boy? Are you a good BOY?!" And suddenly, Blitz was bouncing up and down and then spinning in circles, barking happily and play bowing at Reid, who dropped to his knees and flung his arms around the dog's neck again, laughing as Blitz wiggled about excitedly, licking his face. Hotch sighed in defeat, and allowed a slight smile to grace his features at the joy he saw from the young man and his new dog. He shook his head.
"Alright. Let's get out of here." He said. "Blitz." The dog looked up at him, eyeing him suspiciously. "Here." He said, offering his hand. The dog paused, but then approached carefully, sniffing his hand and then sitting and wagging his tail hesitantly as Hotch pet his ears. Hotch smiled. "Good boy." And the dog perked and wagged his tail harder. "Well… let's find him a leash, and have a medic take a look at your arm." And they headed up the stairs of the basement.
As they emerged, Reid held up a hand to stop anyone from approaching as Blitz was by his side, growling nervously at all the people. Reid pet him. "It's okay." He said, and Hotch handed him a leash that had been on a hook on the wall. Reid clipped it to the dog's collar, but then handed the leash to Hotch. His focus was on the window out into the yard. Then, with a soft "Oh," Reid suddenly darted from Hotch's side. Blitz tugged at the leash, trying to follow, and whined when Hotch held him back with a firm "Nein" as he had heard Reid command. The dog looked up at Hotch and whimpered, then sat by the man's side and stared after Reid.
"WAIT!" Reid cried, running out of the house. Everyone turned and looked. The boy was barefooted and in only a pair of pants and bloody make-shift bandaged on his arm. His entire abdomen was mottled with bruises. Morgan looked horrified. Reid ran to a handcuffed Morton, who had been fighting and struggling and howling, but now was looking startled.
"Where is she buried?" Reid asked. Morton blinked. "The woman in the pictures? Where is she buried?"
"… why?"
"Your house, and everything in it, is going to be seized. Let me bury Lily with her."
Morton stared, and his eyes filled with tears. "Her name is… Charlotte Laney. Family plot…" He whispered. "Two miles west of here. You… You would do that?"
"Yes." Reid nodded. "You're going to prison. For the rest of your life."
"I know."
"I… I can't send the frames… but I can send you the photos. Would you like that?"
"… Yes!" Morton sobbed. "M-My dogs! What about my dogs?!"
"They'll be evaluated, and as many as possible will be adopted out to good homes." Reid assured him. "I… I'll take good care of Blitz."
"Y-You?"
"Yes. I'm going to take him home with me. He's a good dog."
"And… And Kamikaze?"
"I'm taking him too." Reid nodded. "I'll take care of them."
And a moment later, Morton's face split into a tearful grin. "I know you will." He said, and then allowed himself to be taken over to a snow machine.
"Spencer?" Hotch called, and Reid turned and ran back into the house. Hotch blinked and followed, watching Reid run down to the basement. He returned a moment later, clutching a large ginger furball in his arms.
"Please… can I keep him?" He asked, his tone pleading. Hotch blinked, then looked down at the cat. And unconsciously, he leaned away, eying it.
"… What is it." He demanded to know. Reid gave him a look. So did the cat. Blitz barked happily, wagging his tail and nudging the cat's behind with his nose.
"They're best friends! I can't take Blitzkrieg and not Kamikaze!"
"Kamikaze and Blitzkrieg?" Rossi drawled, and Reid nodded.
"Please Hotch?!"
"… You're going to take him no matter what I say, aren't you?"
"Yep!"
The man let out a pained sigh, then nodded and waved his hand. "Alright, alright…" He groaned, and Reid let out a "Yes!" and cuddled the cat, who began to purr.
"Wait… You're letting him take the dog and cat?!" Emily asked, looking stunned. Hotch sighed.
"I really don't think I can stop him." He admitted.
"What about all the other dogs?" Rossi asked, frowning.
"They'll be taken to shelters around the state." The Sheriff said. "They'll be evaluated and if they're adoptable, they'll be put up for adoption."
"Reid." Hotch said. "We need to get you to the hospital and get you checked out." Reid shrugged.
"I'm okay," He said.
"It's protocol, Spencer."
"I know, I know…" Reid said, still holding the cat. "… I just… have to do some things first. Help me find a little crate for Kaze?" He asked. "And there is a dachshund in the main bedroom with a litter of puppies. We'll need to take them carefully. The pups are REALLY young."
"We'll see it taken care of, kid." Rossi said. "YOU need to get down the mountain."
"At least we don't need to put Reid on that sled." Emily pointed out.
"We can put the crates on the sled." Reid announced.
"Let's get you dressed first." Hotch said. Reid nodded and locked the cat in the laundry room, then bundled up in the clothes that Morton had kept for his victims and ran outside, Blitz trotting by his side. Reid went to the large supply shed and looked over all the supplies, finally finding several crates of several sizes and charging the task of assembling all the crates to some of the deputies while he grabbed a small shovel.
Then, he approached Sheriff Mark Taylor. "I need you to take me to Charlotte Laney's grave. Two miles west of here." The man blinked, then nodded.
"Yessir." He said, and headed over to a snow machine. Morton, watched as Reid ran back into the house, and then emerged clutching the little box of Lilly's ashes. Reid moved over and straddled the snowmobile behind Sheriff Taylor, and Hotch moved on behind Reid, sandwiching him in much like how Morton was sandwiched between two law enforcement officers. Reid turned and looked at him. Morton nodded to Reid, and then the snowmobiles took off in different directions.
The ride to the grave site took about twenty minutes. When they got there, Hotch was already harping on Reid for doing this with his injured arm, but Reid firmly said that he needed to do it. They entered the plot. It was surrounded by a crumbling stone wall, and there were a dozen grave stones inside of it. Reid began to look over them, and finally stopped.
"Here it is." He announced. "Charlotte Laney." And he took up the shovel.
"Not with that arm, Reid." Hotch said firmly, taking it from him. He began to dig in the snow, and about two feet down, he reached the ground. It was hard and frozen, but at a soft "please…" from Reid, Hotch began to chip away at the soil. He dug a small hole, the ground becoming softer the deeper he went, and finally, when he had gotten about a foot and a half deep, Reid kissed his cheek, and then reached around him and laid the little wooden box into the hole. They looked down at the image of the Schnauzer burned onto the lid for a moment, and then buried it.
"Now." Hotch said after a moment of silence. "Let's get back and get you to a hospital." Reid nodded and off they went.
When they arrived, they found that all of the crates had been assembled. The Rookie deputy helped Reid to wrangle all the dachshunds into a medium carrier built for a dog about 50 lbs, and then, carefully, with the mama growling the whole time, Reid lifted the mother dog and her puppies, dog bed and all, into a smaller crate with a hot water bottle that Prentiss had found and prepared. Reid then wrapped the crate in a couple of blankets to keep the cold air out. He stuffed an angry and yowling Kamikaze into another small crate, and got them secured onto the sled that was made to bring an injured person down the mountain.
Then, leaving the rest of law enforcement to finish securing the scene, Hotch and Reid climbed onto two snowmobiles behind two EMT's. Reid pet Blitz, who was looking anxious. Reid had put booties on his paws to help keep them warm, but the dog was looking nervous. Reid took off his leash, smiling.
"Good boy." He said, and the dog wagged his tail. "Hier!" Reid commanded, and the snowmobile began to move. The dog froze, looking confused and scared. "Hier!" Reid called back over his shoulder, and after a moment's hesitation, the dog ran after. The snowmobile picked up speed, but they made sure to stay slow enough for Blitz to keep up. Reid kept twisting around, watching him anxiously and shouting encouragement. They were halfway down the mountain before Blitz began to fall behind. He floundered in the snow, yelping. Reid tapped the EMT's shoulder, and the man stopped the machine. Reid got off, feet sinking into the snow.
"Blitz!" He called. "Good boy! Come on!" Whining anxiously, the dog made his way over to Reid in the snow, his flanks heaving. He was shaking. "Good boy…" Reid soothed, petting him. "Hier." And he led the dog over to the sled where the dachshunds and the very pissed off cat were riding. Reid coaxed Blitz onto the front of the sled after shifting the crates. "Platz." He commanded, and Blitz lay down more than willingly. Reid then used the sled's straps to secure Blitz, who was looking nervous and confused again. He looked up at Reid, who pet his ears. "Bleib." Reid told him, and Blitz put his ears back nervously. Reid then climbed back onto the snowmobile, looking behind at Blitz on the sled.
"Okay." He told the EMT. "Take it easy and we'll see how he does."
"Yessir!" She nodded, amused at her cargo, and they started to move. Blitz's eyes widened and he moved into a half sitting position, splaying his paws out to brace himself, tucking in his tail tightly. His eyes rolled in fear.
"Platz!" Reid shouted over his shoulder, and after a moment, the dog lay down again. "Bleib!" Reid ordered, and the dog watched him, eyes still wide. "Good boy!" And they began to pick up speed. Blitz tensed, but after about ten minutes, be began to relax. And by the time they reached the bottom of the mountain, he seemed to be enjoying the ride.
"Take us to the nearest veterinarian!" Reid called, and the EMT nodded. The other, bearing Hotch, followed as they made their way through the snowy town, finally reaching the veterinarian, who had been standing by after being made aware that the police would be raiding a property in a case that might involve animal hoarding. She and a couple of techs, and several vets and techs from the surrounding areas who had come to help, all came out, ready. Reid got off of the snowmobile and took off his helmet. He walked up the veterinarian in the front.
"We have four adult dachshunds in that medium crate there, a female dachshund and some young puppies in that one, a cat in that carrier, and the Shepherd." He said, and she nodded. "They'll be bringing more dogs down the mountain once they can manage it. There are several dozen, but I've seen them all, and they're all in pretty good health over all."
The techs and vets began to remove the crates, while Reid got the straps off of Blitz, who was more than ready to get off of the sled. Reid led the dog into the clinic, and a tech showed him to the large runs and helped him get the dog set up with blankets, food and water. Reid then spoke with the tech and doctor who ran the hospital.
"He was used to guard the man's victims." He explained, Hotch listening in. "He doesn't trust people. He and I managed to bond. I'm just leaving him here while I go to be evaluated at the hospital. But I'll be back for him. Same thing with the cat. You can actually put the cat in there with him."
"Alright." The doctor nodded with a slight smile. "What about the other dogs coming down?"
And Reid grinned, took up a piece of paper and began to make a copy of the chalk board that Morton had. He ended up passing the vet a list of every single dog, their name, age, weight and breed and any conditions they had, and whether or not they were on medication, and for those that were, he listed what medication, how much and when.
The doctor looked over the list, stunned. "How… How did you… All of these… and you… remember?"
"Eidetic memory." Reid offered with a shrug, and then he was whisked off to the hospital, Blitz howling miserably in the back of the clinic…
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