Demonic Whispers | By : AngelAnastasia Category: 1 through F > Criminal Minds Views: 225 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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J.J. got there as fast as she could as soon as she heard that Reid and Morgan's disappearance could be related to what happened with Nelson and Boyle. The sheriff had his men combing the area where Nelson was abducted, but there was nothing to be found. Sarah Nelson was just gone. There were security cameras all over the area, but there wasn't a single one focused on where Sarah parked her car. Her friends never got any strange text messages from her, and her purse was found still in the car. Nothing was missing out of it. She was just gone. J.J. wanted to drive over to where Morgan's car was still parked, but Hotch asked her to go over to the Boyle scene with Prentiss first. Out of the three abduction scenes, that was the only one that blood was found at. She was over there in minutes, and found Prentiss waiting for her.
There were police lights everywhere, and one of the first things J.J. saw was a blonde woman hugging a little girl. They were sitting outside the dance studio, and even though J.J. had only seen a single photo of the Boyle kid, she knew this was his mother. She flashed her badge and went under the police tape to where Prentiss was looking around a park bench. J.J. noticed a cell phone just underneath the bench. It looked cracked, but the light was still on.
"So what do we have?" J.J. asked. She bent over to look at the phone, and that's when she noticed the blood stain near where Prentiss was standing.
"21 year old boy," Prentiss said. "Blood stain here. Texted his mom when he got here to pick his little sister up. Mom texted back, but she didn't hear from him since. That's his phone there. Wallet is still in his car and looks like nothing was stolen."
"Rossi was saying that they think we're dealing with two unsubs now," J.J. said. "One to distract the victim while the other one attacks."
"Looks like they threw him on the cement," Prentiss said. "The blood isn't that far from his phone though. Maybe he was attacked, and when he tried running for his phone, they knocked him out. This kid fought back though. This isn't a tiny amount of blood. It took a lot of effort for these unsubs to kidnap this boy."
"Agents?" an officer asked walking up to them. "The director of the studio was reviewing some of the footage and she thinks she might have found something."
J.J. and Prentiss ran past the woman and her child and into the studio. Police were everywhere, but all of the children were gone except the little girl outside. J.J. didn't think any of the children saw anything which was good. She didn't like children involved in cases like this even if they were just witnesses. Kids know what's going on. They may not tell the adults everything that they see or hear, but they know. They went into the back office where they were greeted with even more officers and a few employees of the studio. A woman wearing black dance pants and a leotard top was sitting on a chair in front of a monitor.
"Did you get anything on camera?" J.J. asked. The woman reviewed the tape on the monitor and let it play from the beginning. J.J. couldn't see anything for almost a full minute of staring at the screen, but when a white car slowly drove past the front door, the woman paused it.
"Here. I don't recognize this car," she said pointing at it. "I know what the kids leave in from this studio and what their parents drive. This isn't one of them."
"It couldn't just be someone driving by?" Prentiss asked. She leaned closer to the screen to try and make out who the driver was.
"No," the woman said firmly. "You saw where this studio is. It's behind some office building on a local street. People don't drive over here unless they are coming for class. Ever."
"Can you zoom it in?" J.J. asked. The woman clicked her mouse a few more times, and the image they were looking at became bigger. It was blurry, and they couldn't make out any distinct features. It was a white four door car, and there were two people in the front seat. They were both wearing white sweaters or white jackets, and J.J. noted that the driver was also wearing white gloves. Even if these guys weren't the unsubs, their behavior and choice of wardrobe was strange.
"He's wearing white gloves," Prentiss said pointing it out. "Like he's trying to hide his fingerprints. That's what he's doing!"
"Probably isn't even his car that he's driving," J.J. said. "We need to tell Hotch. Can we get copies of this footage?" J.J. was already pulling out her cell phone.
"The guy driving isn't that old," Prentiss said motioning for J.J. to come back before she made the call. The woman on the chair zoomed in a little bit further so they could get a better look at the driver. His face was blurry, but he wasn't old at all. He had brown hair that was cut short with dark eyebrows. His skin was lighter, but she couldn't make out the color of his eyes. He was still in his 20s though. Later 20s, but he wasn't 30 yet. She could tell that much.
"Boyle's mom was telling me earlier that she wanted to talk to the reporters," Prentiss said. "The kidnappers could be watching, and sometimes when the unsubs see the mother's face, it helps with getting the child back. With an unsub as young as the guy driving is, it could work."
"Okay," J.J. said. It was a good idea, and it did make perfect sense to her. It was a good place to start before they got any solid leads. "I'll ask Hotch and see what he thinks."
Prentiss nodded. "Ma'am, is this footage from before or after Boyle was abducted?"
The lady leaned in to check the time on the monitor. "A few minutes after I believe. Does that mean Clara's brother is in the truck of that car?"
J.J. didn't say anything. She didn't think he would be in the trunk if they wanted to keep him alive for long which seemed like the plan in their case. They wanted him alive. They wanted Reid and Morgan alive. J.J. couldn't tell why at that point. It would be almost impossible to find out what their purpose was if they couldn't find out who the two driving the white car were or if they didn't find any bodies from previous murders. They still really had no idea what they were dealing with other than two kids in their 20s who were smart enough to cover their trail.
Reid was trying his very best to stay calm even though he had no idea what to expect next from their captors. Morgan eventually got Peter's bleeding under control, but they both decided it was best for the boy to stay lying down for the time being. It was the only way to keep his hands elevated. From some miracle, Peter never lost consciousness. His eyes were closed, but he kept talking to them which assured them that he was alright.
"There's bars behind the windows?" Reid asked standing up. His legs were falling asleep, but he didn't want to leave Peter even for a second in case the boy got scared. With Peter starting to come around, Reid felt confident enough to stand up.
"Big bars," Morgan said. "I was thinking I might be able to break a part of the window open with my boots, but there's no way we can escape from there. I couldn't even see lights from other houses. Where the hell are we?"
Reid tried to concentrate. Were there any parks near the bookstore? It didn't seem like they were driving for that long to get to this house, but he wasn't sure. It was hard to tell time very well with a bandana over his eyes. "Maybe if we find a flashlight, we can point it outside. All we need is for one person to notice."
Morgan switched arms pressing down on Peter's hand, and he sat on the floor. "You didn't find any flashlights though, did you?"
"No," Reid said. Reid found a lot of books, papers, old receipts, photos, and even several porcelain dolls, but there wasn't one thing they could use. All the pens and pencils from the drawers were missing. There weren't any letter openers or even a single paperclip. The room had been ransacked of anything valuable that they could use for protection.
"If they came back in right now and shot all of us, they would never get caught. Would they?" Peter asked with a weak voice. "I mean, they could just disappear to another city or state and start over." Peter turned his face over to look at the others. Reid could see the fear in his eyes.
"We're going to get you out of here kid," Morgan said. Reid looked down at Morgan's leg. It was hard to see what exactly what was going on with it because his jeans were covering up the injury, but it was placed in an odd position. Reid could stop a wound from bleeding, but he couldn't set a bone. Morgan and Peter both needed to be in the hospital.
Peter nodded. "Please don't leave me behind or something. When your team comes or if one of you finds a way out. Please don't forget I'm here too."
Morgan patted him gently on the back. "Don't worry kid. We're in this together."
Reid smiled gently at the boy on the couch but turned his attention back towards the barred window. They weren't near the bookstore. They couldn't be, but where in the world where they then? The team managed to piece together that the three of them were taken by the same unsubs, but Reid wasn't able to listen to most of the interview due to the constant screaming. J.J. was standing by Peter's mother though so the scenes where they were abducted had to be similar. He wondered if they found any other cases that were somehow identical to this one, but they didn't know about Tatiana yet. The police would have been raiding this house first thing if they knew about her. It brought him some comfort to know that the team was out there and that they were looking, but did they have any idea what they were looking for?
A blast of cold air conditioning went down his back. He looked up and saw that he was standing underneath an air vent. Morgan felt it too. "Why would they turn the air conditioning on?" Morgan asked him.
"Maybe to get rid of the smell from the bodies," Peter mumbled. Morgan made sure the blanket was still properly over the boy to keep him warm, and switched hands to keep applying pressure to the wound.
"There's no smell from the bodies," Reid said quietly. He was afraid for a few moments that maybe the unsubs put something in the vents, like something toxic that would kill them all, but that didn't seem like their style. What else could it be?
Loud talking interrupted his thoughts. He turned back to the couch where Morgan was already trying to get Peter into a sitting position. Peter didn't resist, but Reid noticed he tried to keep his hands raised. Morgan sat down next to him, ready to defend the kid if it came to that, and Reid took a place at the end of the couch. The thought crossed his mind that they could try to jump the unsubs as they walked through the door, but the only one able for that confrontation was Reid and he was still in handcuffs.
Anthony led the way in like usual with his younger friend right behind him. Michael held their locks of hair in his hands, but what caught Reid's breath was the large hammer Anthony was holding. Michael slammed the door behind them, and Anthony was humming a song while he gently pounded the hammer against his palm.
"Hey man," Morgan said scooting forward on the couch. "I thought we were going to keep guessing my name. You're not even close to getting it right."
"We can continue that game later of course," Anthony said with another slap to his palm. He took a step towards them, but Morgan never backed down. "We just ran into a minor difficulty that I'm sure we can get sorted out in no time. Michael, would you mind explaining to the guys what the problem is?"
Michael took another big whiff of the hair before stuffing it back into his pockets. "The hair doesn't smell clean. I was hoping for cleaner hair."
Reid looked over his shoulder at Morgan who didn't look any more relaxed than Reid felt. He couldn't see Peter, but he was sure the boy was looking worried too.
"When was the last time you boys washed your hair?" Anthony asked them. He glared at Reid for a few moments and then looked over at Peter. Reid didn't answer. He didn't think anything he could have said would have made them go away. "I don't think it would be too much to ask for some clean hair from you gentleman so Michael here can have a keepsake he can treasure. Is that asking too much Michael?"
"I don't think it is," Michael said. He took a step forward, and without thinking, Reid scooted back on the couch.
"Neither did I," Anthony said finally taking a step back from Morgan. "So here's what we were thinking while we were waiting for you to take care of blondie. And good job on him by the way! We can barely tell that he's missing an entire finger. It's fascinating how the human body works like that. Too bad we can't just regrow another finger. You won't be needing another one anyway seeing as you will most likely be dead by morning."
"You gotta stop making these assumptions man," Morgan said firmly. "You have no idea who you're messing with."
"And you don't know who you are missing with Morgan Freeman," he said clapping his free hand against his knee. He winked at Michael and looked back at Morgan. "That's it right. Is that your name? If it is, bravo to your mother."
"That's not my name," Morgan said. "Not even close. Try again."
"We can try again soon, but we have more pressing matters at hand here," Anthony said. "We weren't sure what to do, but Michael came up with a brilliant idea. He can just shampoo your hair and get new treasures. It doesn't sound all that exciting to me, but to each his own. Right?
"You want to wash their hair?" Morgan asked.
"We already have the bath set up," Anthony said. He handed the hammer he was holding to Michael and pulled Morgan's gun out from his pocket. He pointed it directly at Reid and smiled. "We promise to act like perfect gentlemen. Don't we Michael?"
"Perfect gentlemen," Michael repeated. Michael wacked his palm with the hammer which sent nerves down Reid's spine.
"And I'm sure you have a million questions in your minds of what exactly this free hair wash entails," Anthony said. "When I said that my comrade and I will behave like perfect gentlemen, we mean it. There will be no sexual touching of any kind, and I will allow the both of you to keep your pants on. I can't recommend you wearing your pants in a bathtub, but I'll let you make the call on that. Remember that it is still winter, and we cannot offer you the courtesy of drying any wet clothes. Your shirts will have to be removed though. There is no choice in that matter. Your socks and shoes, I will leave that up to you as well."
"And what if they aren't feeling up to a hair washing?" Morgan asked.
"Then we will get to play another guessing game. I have no problems with that, but you do remember the last winner of that game is already buried outside," Anthony said.
Morgan looked at Reid. There was nothing else to say. They already decided that they wouldn't participate is anymore guessing games, but the gun was still pointed at Reid's head. He licked his lips nervously. "Will we get the clothes back we take off?" he heard himself asking.
"What a wonderful question!" Anthony exclaimed. "Will you be getting your clothes back? Asking questions like that let me know that you are actually listening to me, and that makes me feel so happy inside. To answer your question though, no, you will not be getting any clothes that you take off back. But if there are no more questions, we should get to it."
Reid couldn't think of a single question. He always had a million questions burning through his mind. Why was this the one time it was silent?
"Okay, on your feet boys. I know the two of you can stand quite well," Anthony said. He stepped back towards Michael to give them room, but he kept the gun on Reid's forehead. "We will be a single file line with Michael leading the way. I'll be the tail. Stand up boys."
Reid took a deep breath and pushed himself to his shaky feet. Peter stood up after him, and the kid was visibly shaking. Morgan squeezed Reid's hands, and for one split second, he felt safe. Morgan wouldn't let anything to happen to them, but then Michael started walking and Reid had no choice but to follow.
Reid had to memorize everything around him so if escape or help through that window wasn't possible, they would know the general layout of the house. The unsubs had virtually every single light in the house off save for their prison, and a little room just around the corner that he assumed was the bathroom. Cold air from the vents blasted on Reid's shoulders, and the only sound breaking the silence was Anthony humming Build Me Up Buttercup. It was unnerving, and Reid knew he wouldn't be able to listen to that song again without thinking back to this night. When Anthony opened up the bathroom door, Reid got his first glimpse of the house.
The light was overcasting shadows over all of the furniture, and Reid could see two large windows, but they were both covered with black drapes. Anthony and Michael did do a lot of work between the time they killed Tatiana and abducting Reid and the others. They cleaned the den out of any type of weapons, even pens and pencils, and they made sure all of the windows were covered and sealed shut. There was a brown leather couch placed just in front of a stone fireplace. An identical loveseat was next to it, and there was a wide coffee table in between the two. Reid could just make out what looked like a dining table in the next room, but he wasn't allowed to look around any further. Michael was urgently bickering him in the bathroom. He didn't see the front door though.
Peter was shoved in the room after Reid, and Anthony shut the door closed. Peter automatically went right behind Reid. Reid didn't mind, but he didn't like being front and center for two psychopaths either. The bathroom was small. There was barely enough room for all four of them, but the tub was already filled with water. Shampoo bottles were lined up across the edge, and Anthony picked up a little knife he left on the sink.
"What's wrong boys?" Anthony asked. He flipped the knife in the air and caught it with no problems. "Shirts off first. Remember? And if either one of you try anything, Michael will not hesitate to shoot you in the head." Anthony tossed the gun to Michael, and the younger man stood guard by the door.
Reid's breath caught in his throat when Anthony turned Reid around, and roughly cut the black coat he was wearing. He sliced the material in half, and after a few rough yanks, the coat fell useless on the floor. Reid's black tie came off easy enough, and Anthony took great pleasure in using the knife to rip open Reid's button shirt. The cold air rushed at the exposed skin, and his heart was pounding in his chest. Anthony tore at the dress shirt from the back, and somehow managed to tear the shirt completely so it fell off around the handcuffs.
"See? That wasn't so bad now." Anthony said. Anthony kicked the discarded clothing out of the way and pulled Peter to the front. The boy was doing his best to act brave, but his eyes were giving away the fear he was feeling. Anthony used the knife to slice down the blue hoodie that Peter was wearing. They could have easily taken off the ropes holding Peter's wrists together, but Anthony took the harder route and chose to just cut his way around the ropes. Peter's hoodie was thrown next to Reid's clothes, and it only took a few seconds to rip the black shirt he was wearing off his body.
"Why is the air conditioning on?" Reid asked. The cold air was giving him goosebumps across his arms and was almost making him shiver.
"We were feeling hot," Anthony said simply. He tossed Peter's shirt on top of the rest of the clothing. "Did you guys decide about your other clothing? Our promise still stands that we will not touch you in that way so if you want to go full commando, it's up to you."
"I want to keep my clothes," Peter said. He was looking down, and Reid would give anything to not have the kid have to go through something like this. Reid didn't want to either, but he knew how to handle people like this better than Peter did.
"Me too," Reid said. His feet were the only part of his body that was actually warm, and it was a shame that all of that warmth would be going away so soon.
"Ok then, both of you in the tub," Anthony said. He backed up to give them room.
Reid thought they would be doing it one at a time since the tub wasn't exactly that big, but they weren't given that option. Reid led the way and stopped just outside the tub. Bubbles were floating around on the surface, but nothing about this was inviting. He felt Peter behind him, and he was getting ready to step into the tub when Peter turned around. The kid bent over, stuck one of his legs out, and tripped Anthony. Reid didn't know Peter had that inside of him. Anthony fell hard on the tile floor, but he reached his hands out to stop the kid. Reid stomped on Anthony's hand just as Peter hurried towards the bathroom door. Peter bent over again to trip Michael, but the younger unsub pulled the trigger he was still holding.
Reid thought he went deaf for a moment as the blast from the bullet left ringing in his ears. He fell to his knees out of reflex alone. He couldn't cover up his ears to relieve any of the pressure, but he kept his eyes shut to stop the room from spinning. That's when Anthony grabbed Reid by his hair and smashed his skull onto the edge of the tub. Reid cried out from the explosive pain, and Anthony dropped him back to the rug. Reid opened his eyes slowly to a world that he didn't want to see. Peter was on the floor by the sink, and Michael was kicking the kid again and again in his stomach. Peter was trying his best to get away, but he was cornered. Reid didn't know where the bullet went, but it wasn't in Peter.
"Now why did you have to go and do that?" Anthony asked. He kicked Reid just underneath the rib cage in anger. "We were having such a pleasant time, and then you have to go and ruin it!"
Anthony dropped on his knees, yanked Reid's shoes from his feet, undid the belt, and pulled Reid's pants down his legs. Reid didn't try to kick him or anything to make the situation worse, but he did crawl as far away from Anthony as he could once his pants were off. Michael kicked Peter on his cheek, and when the kid was distracted, he tore of the kid's shoes, socks, and pants as well. Instead of searching for a corner to keep him safe, Peter crawled quickly over to where Reid was sitting. He had a huge red mark on his right cheek that would certainly turn into a bruise, and Reid could taste blood in his mouth. He didn't know why Peter acted like that, but it probably wasn't worth the effort.
"Okay, in the tub boys," Anthony said firmly. "I'm sorry that you're both down to your boxers, but you really brought that upon yourselves. You left us no choice. Are you sorry for what you did? It could have cost you your lives."
Reid didn't say anything, and he didn't move until Anthony kicked him on the leg. Reid took a deep breath, and somehow found his footing again. He stood back in front of the tub, and waited for Peter to join in. The boy had more trouble getting up than Reid did, and when he was finally standing straight, Reid noticed the extensive bruising over his chest and stomach. The escape attempt wasn't worth that.
"In the tub," Michael repeated. The gun was still pointed at them, and Reid carefully lifted his foot into the tub.
He didn't know what he was expecting, but not ice-cold water. It wasn't even lukewarm. It was freezing, and he took his foot out of the water faster than he put it in. That's why the air conditioning was on. They were going to freeze.
"What's the hold up?" Anthony asked with a sly smile across his face. "You will both get that tub or Michael might accidentally shoot one of you. Or both of you. It's your call really."
Reid looked at Peter. They were in this together. Reid put his already cold and wet foot back into the tub followed by the other one. The water was so cold it felt like his feet were burning, and against every instinct inside of him, and sat down on one end of the tub. The icy water covered his waist, most of his thighs, and his feet. As uncomfortable as it was, he managed to keep his handcuffed wrists out of the water. He wanted to warn Peter about the water, but the kid got right in after him. He got both feet in, and gasped when the water hit his skin. He looked like he was going get back out, but he didn't. He took a deep breath and sat down across from Reid. He kept his eyes on his knees.
"See?" Anthony said taking the gun from Michael. "That wasn't so bad. Just going to make your hair smell wonderful, and then you can rejoin your friend in the den. Just don't make things more difficult than they are from now on."
Michael tentatively took a few steps towards them and picked up one of the shampoo bottles from the ledge. He ran his hand through his stringy hair and opened up the shampoo bottle. The water was getting colder by the second, and Reid couldn't help but shiver. Did they make Tatiana go through something similar to this or were they just making stuff up as they went along? Was Morgan trying to break open that window? Was the team any closer to finding them? Reid had to focus on anything else he could think of.
"Mister Tom Carey," Michael started with a quiet voice. "What kind of shampoo would you like me to use? I have a lavender smelling one here, and I found a berry scented one in the other room. I wasn't sure which one you would like."
Reid felt Peter staring at him. He licked his lips again but avoided looking at the kid sitting across from him. "There are over 780 million people without access to clean water, and you are wasting it by having me and Peter just sit in it."
"That's good to know," Anthony said. He leaned against the only exit of that room, but kept the gun pointed at them. "Now answer his question."
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