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Demonic Whispers	By : AngelAnastasia Category: 1 through F > Criminal Minds Views: 574 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Prentiss could barely contain her excitement when Hotch told her that the possibility of the unsubs hiding out in the state park were high. She was willing to get in her car and drive down to the park that very minute, but Hotch was having them all meet at the station. The unsubs were smart, and there was no way in telling how they would act once they were cornered. They needed to have a plan in place. J.J. was upset that she couldn't go with them, but she understood that the unsubs had to believe that the police still had no leads. Prentiss didn't even want to tell Boyle's father, but she had promised to keep him updated. She could tell that he was just as excited as she was, but he agreed to keep the information away from the reporters. She hoped he wasn't going to tell his daughter because children did have a tendency to say things they shouldn't say without realizing the consequences, but she never told him. He was a smart man, and he wasn't going to do anything to put his son in even more danger. J.J. was back outside taking questions from reporters when Prentiss got into her car and drove to the station.
Both Hotch and Rossi were already at the station when she got there. Hotch was busy talking to a group of officers, and Rossi was standing in front of a bulletin board with photos of the missing on it. She hated seeing a picture of Reid and Morgan next to the others, but she was going to make sure her boys got home soon. Boyle's photo was next to Reid, and the two missing women were above them in what looked like a tentative order of when they were taken. Parker was first, then Nelson, and then the three guys. Behind the photos was a large print out of what Prentiss assumed was the state park. The area itself looked massive. She was sure they were being kept in a cabin versus some little cave or something, but she wouldn't have any idea on where to begin.
"If there's only 2 unsubs, 5 victims seems like a lot to handle," Prentiss said quietly. She found it difficult to believe that all four were still alive before Parker came along. Now with five confirmed abductions, it seemed impossible. She was sure at least one of them was already dead. She looked back up at the photographs of the smiling faces, but she couldn't imagine which one the unsubs would want to kill first. The biggest threat to the unsubs would be Morgan, and it looked like the weakest of the missing group would be the Boyle kid. Prentiss wasn't going to say it out loud, but she was sure one of them was already dead.
"So we have to move fast," Rossi said. "I tried calling up the park ranger to see how many cabins are out there, and he couldn't give me an exact number over the phone. I think once we drive down there, we can find out easy."
"And then the plan is to go door to door?" Prentiss asked. The state park was huge. She couldn't imagine how many people had cabins out there. That would take all night.
"Once the park rangers are able to give us the names of the owners of all the cabins, we can have Garcia look them up. I doubt the unsubs actually own one of the cabins, but maybe one of the missing women do. They could even have a boyfriend or friend that owns the cabin. We won't know until we have names," Rossi said. He looked stressed, but he was handling himself well.
Hotch stopped talking to the officers and turned around to face Prentiss and Rossi. "We will be taking a few of them with us. I don't want sirens going off or a lot of cars to alert the unsubs that we are here. If the unsubs are hiding in one of the cabins and we run into problems, I have the SWAT team ready. I am hoping we catch the unsubs by surprise, so they won't have time to react. I don't know what rangers are working tonight, but this officer says he knows that place like the back of his hand."
"My parents own a cabin there," he told them. "Name is Calvin, and I'm happy to help you guys find these sickos." Calvin looked to be in his 40s, but his brown hair was already thinning, and his eyes told Prentiss that he had been working way too long as a police officer. There was something sad about his brown eyes, but his smile was kind and the other officers seemed to like him. Prentiss wasn't here to profile some cop though. She was there to bring her friends home.
"If we do find someone there connected to the missing women, what's the plan?" Rossi asked. They were going to surround the house, but there had to be a way to get inside without anyone else getting hurt.
"I could go to the door posing as one of the rangers," Calvin volunteered. "I could come up with some excuse to get them outside, and then one of you could go in through the back or something."
"We're not making any plans until we make sure the unsubs are actually in one of those cabins," Hotch said firmly. "If they are out there, they have two of my agents, so I don't need anything going wrong. If we do go that route, I think Rossi or Prentiss would be a better choice. They know better how to handle people like our unsubs. We are going to be driving down there in civilian cars. No lights, no noise. We aren't drawing attention to ourselves. The unsubs won't know we are there until we want them to."
Everyone agreed, and they left in four separate vehicles. The sheriff stayed behind at the station, probably hoping that he would get more phone calls from new witnesses, and J.J. was still talking to the press when they left. J.J. was still getting bombarded with questions, and Prentiss could just see the Boyle family standing behind her. Everyone was praying for the best possible outcome. Prentiss got in a car with Rossi, and they were silent for most of the ride. They were both lost in their own thoughts, but even if Rossi did start talking, she didn't know if she could listen. She was so worried about what they would find out there in the park. They could be wrong of course. The unsubs could be hiding out in a trailer somewhere or even in one of the fancy neighborhoods, but Prentiss didn't think so. She could feel it in her gut.
The drive seemed to take forever. The clock told her it wasn't any more than 40 minutes, but it felt like an entire day had gone by before she started seeing the tall trees of the park. She didn't see anyone running through the muddy grounds and she couldn't hear any screams in the distance. She didn't know why she was hoping to find a clue as good as those. If there was something going on in one of those cabins, she was going to have to find it out herself. The woods weren't going to give away their secrets.
Rossi and Prentiss were the first ones there. Hotch wanted it that way as well. They needed to blend in, and if the unsubs heard a whole bunch of cars driving through, they would get suspicious or worried. They couldn't have anything going wrong. She was glad that Rossi was driving instead of her. One wrong turn would take them deeper into the woods, and she wondered how many people had been lost in the years. Getting lost in the woods on a cold night like this could mean a death sentence. She blinked away those thoughts and got out of the car as soon as Rossi parked it. Prentiss noted that the only other cars there probably belonged to the park rangers. The lights were on inside, and she could see two men through the windows. This was it. Reid and Morgan were going to be found safe. She would make sure of it, and she would personally call Boyle as soon as his son was safe in her car.
When Morgan heard the gun shot go off in the other room, he could feel his heart start pounding in his chest. Peter flinched and backed further against the wall, but Reid didn't. Reid was staring at Michael's pockets. Morgan didn't see the outline of a gun anywhere on their captor. If Michael was planning on killing them, it wasn't going to be with a gun. Morgan couldn't see any flashing lights outside, but that made perfect sense to him. Hotch and the others weren't going to announce their arrival. It could have easily been an officer or even someone from the team that shot Anthony. It wouldn't make sense for them to shoot him unless Anthony pulled a gun out on them or something, but with Anthony gone, all that left was Michael. Michael wasn't as big of a threat as Anthony was, and even he was looking less than confident. Morgan found Reid's eyes and saw the boy genius was thinking the same thing. They would be able to overpower Michael.
Michael was still staring anxiously out the window. Morgan didn't know what he was looking for, but he didn't care. Morgan sat back closer to Reid and Peter, but he was focused more on the blonde-haired kid. "Do you think you could help Reid get the hammer from his pocket?" Morgan whispered. "If you get him over here, I can help hold him down. He's not that strong."
"Neither am I," Peter whispered back. Peter lifted up his badly swollen right hand, and Morgan noticed the kid was still shaking all over.
"We can sit here and wait for him to use that hammer on our heads, or we could do something about it," Morgan persisted. He knew the kid was scared. He was too, but he wasn't going to wait around to get murdered if he could stop it. It would be hard using only one leg, but he would find a way if he had to.
"I'll be with you," Reid said. Reid was already getting back on his wobbly feet. Reid had more courage than anyone ever gave him credit for. Morgan didn't know if it was because he was afraid for his own life or if he was desperate to save Peter, but Reid was standing before Morgan could say another word.
"Okay," Peter said once Reid was on his feet. "Okay. What do you want me to do?" Morgan was eternally grateful that the kid wasn't crying in the corner somewhere like so many others would do in this kind of situation. This wouldn't work at all if all 3 of them couldn't contribute.
"Jump on his back and when he's on the floor, I'll grab the hammer," Reid whispered. "We have to do this fast." Reid licked his lips and nodded at Morgan. Morgan couldn't jump Michael or anything, but if they got Michael on the ground, Morgan wouldn't mind giving him a good punch down. He needed it. Morgan didn't a hammer to kill this guy.
Michael was still just staring out the window. Peter bit the corner of his mouth and stepped towards their captor. Reid was right behind him. They still couldn't hear anything coming out from the hallway, and Morgan figured this was their only chance. When Peter got right behind Michael, he didn't hesitate. He jumped on Michael's back, and Michael fell on his knees. Reid dodged forward and grabbed the hammer from his back pocket. Michael was still stronger than Peter though, and he forced himself on top of Peter, but Morgan didn't forget his role. Morgan used his good arm to pull himself forward, and as soon as he was able, he took Michael by his hair and dragged the monster towards him. Peter crawled next to Reid as soon as Michael was off of him, and Morgan already punched his captor right in the eye. Michael screamed. He screamed loud, but he didn't just lay there and let Morgan attack him. Michael fought right back.
Michael tried to flip Morgan over like he did to Peter. Morgan might have been in pain, but he was still stronger than the little shit keeping them captive. Morgan delivered punch after punch to the sorry son of a bitch underneath him, and in all of the commotion, he didn't hear the door open. He probably would have just kept on punching Michael if he wasn't interrupted.
"Hands off him agent," Anthony's familiar voice said loudly. "If you don't, I wouldn't mind slamming this bar into your buddy's head. It wouldn't be a clean kill, but I already said you guys wouldn't be alive by morning."
Morgan turned his head just enough to see Anthony was standing directly behind Reid, and he had a crowbar in his arms. Morgan didn't need to be told twice. He raised his good arm up, and Michael shoved Morgan off of him. He jumped to his feet and hurried over to Anthony's side. His left eye was swelling up, and Morgan was willing to bet Michael's nose was broken. Morgan scooted over to the bookcase where Peter was now sitting, and Anthony shoved Reid forward to join them. Reid fell on his scabbed knees without complaint and crawled by his friends.
"I can't believe I'm gone for 5 minutes," Anthony said pacing in front of them.
"More like 10 minutes," Michael muttered. He kept one of his hands over his swollen eye, but Morgan still felt pride for what he did. If he only had a few more minutes, he could have easily killed Michael.
"Okay, 10 minutes alone, and I come back to this," Anthony said. "I'm glad I came back to check on you guys. I thought I heard something back here."
"Who was outside?" Michael asked. "I didn't see any lights or anything outside."
Anthony swung the metal bar in front of him. Peter flinched and scooted further back. "Didn't catch the fellow's name. Saw that he was alone, and he was holding pink flowers, so I shot him. In the head. He's on the porch now so we should probably move him before we get some wild animals sniffing around. I was going to myself when I heard noises back here. Pretty sure he was dating the dead girl who lived here."
"Tatiana," Michael said.
"Yes Tatiana," Anthony said. "Her lover boy is needing our assistance outside, but it seems like we have a tiny problem now. Don't we?" He took a step closer to those on the floor, and Morgan resisted the urge to scoot back. He wasn't going to give these creeps any pleasure in knowing that he was afraid. The bullet stuck in his arm was burning, and every time he even tried moving his leg, it took most of his will power to keep from screaming. "So what happened Michael?"
"Skinny agent took the hammer," Michael said. Reid took the hammer from behind one of the books and pushed it towards them. Michael picked it up and put it back in his pocket. "Blonde kicked jumped me and black guy attacked me."
"I do like to hear both sides of every story before I jump to conclusions," Anthony said. He put both of his arms behind his back hiding the crowbar from Morgan's sight. "Now tell me honestly, is that what happened?"
"I would do it again," Morgan growled. He didn't want to call the attention to himself, but he knew that Anthony was going to use that crowbar on one of them. The last thing he wanted to do was volunteer, but he would rather get beat up than let it happen to Reid or Peter.
"It was all of us," Reid said suddenly speaking up. "A bear is able to smell a carcass even from 20 miles away. It won't take long until one ends up at the front door. I wouldn't let that body sit out there longer than it has to unless you want to get into a fight with a hungry bear."
Reid was smart, and Anthony did take a pause after Reid mentioned how well bears could smell. It wouldn't be hard to shoot a bear from a window, but Anthony was trying to keep everything quiet. He probably chose this cabin just because of how far away from the city it was. He needed everything to be quiet, and a bear attack would draw unnecessary attention. "Agent Morgan was the ringleader though. Right Michael?"
Michael nodded, and Anthony took the crowbar from behind his back. Morgan's heart sped up just from looking at the weapon, but he had to stay calm. He knew the team was close. He could almost sense them. They just had to hold out a little while longer.
"Michael, would you mind lifting up his arm?" Anthony asked. "The one that got shot at. I don't want it getting in the way."
"What are you going to do?" Peter asked. Michael did as he was told, and he stretched out Morgan's arm. It hurt like hell, and he had to keep reminding himself that he was doing this to keep Reid safe. He knew that Anthony still had the gun on him, and he could shoot any one of them at any time, so Morgan didn't fight Michael.
"This will only take a second," Anthony promised. He brought the crowbar over his shoulder like a baseball bat and swung it down right down on Morgan's outstretched arm. Morgan didn't feel anything until Michael dropped his arm back down. Then a scream came somewhere deep inside Morgan that he couldn't control, and his mouth opened wide in a pained yell. He fell to his side on the floor, but blood was running down his arm and soaking up the carpet. Both Peter and Reid were at his side before he even knew it. All he could focus on was the intense pain coming from his arm. He didn't hear Anthony and Michael leave, and he wasn't aware when Reid lifted up the broken arm on some book. It was only then that Morgan saw the damage.
Blood was everywhere. Reid and Peter were already ripping at their boxers for any extra cloth to use to stop the bleeding, but that wasn't Morgan's main concern anymore. Directly in the middle between his wrist and elbow, he could just see white bone sticking out of the broken flesh. It wasn't a lot, and the blood almost hid it away, but there was no denying it was there. The broken arm had positioned itself at an odd angle, and it took everything inside Morgan to keep from puking. Reid didn't seem to take notice as he put pressure on the wound, and Peter was still trembling as he wiped the blood off Morgan's arm.
"It's okay pretty boy," Morgan said forcing a smile. "I'll live. I've been through worse."
"Are you feeling lightheaded at all?" Reid asked. Mogan felt dizzy, but there was no need in telling Reid.
"I feel fine," Morgan lied. "It's just a little break."
"You have an open fracture," Reid said. "It doesn't look good, but I think the bleeding has gone down a little." Morgan couldn't tell. He didn't even want to look at his arm anymore.
"Should we try to push the bone back in?" Peter asked.
"No," Reid said without thinking the question over. "That could just make things worse. Someone needs to be able to set the bone. He needs to go to the hospital."
Morgan felt like laughing. Was that from feeling lightheaded? Morgan had no idea, but he knew there wasn't a hospital in his immediate future. He was going to have to suck it help until help finally arrived. He didn't laugh though. Reid grabbed one of the larger books from the shelf and put it underneath Morgan's arm. Using strips of cloth from his boxers, he tied the book to stay underneath the broken arm.
"What's that for?" Peter asked. Peter was actually doing a very good job at cleaning the blood up, and while Morgan still couldn't bear to look at his arm, it felt cleaner.
"A splint," Reid said. "It's not the best one, but it should support his arm until he's at the hospital." Reid covered up the protruding bone, and after making sure the book was going to stay put, Reid sat back down. "I know it's going to be hard here but try not moving it too much."
"When are they coming back?" Morgan asked. He felt better after his arm was bandaged up. He leaned his head against the shelf and glanced out the window. He still didn't see any lights. This wasn't the end. The team hadn't forgotten about them. J.J. was still talking to reporters on the television, and Morgan noted that Peter's parents and sister were still behind her. Hotch and Rossi hadn't made any statements lately. Did that mean they were on their way?
"They didn't say," Reid said. The boy genius had his eyes glued to the television, and Peter had his legs back up to his chest. "I know they wanted to move the body from the front door, and Michael wanted to get ready for his game after he cleaned up his face."
"What's the game?" Morgan asked. He didn't honestly care, but he needed to know what they were dealing with.
"It's hide and go seek or something," Peter said.
"They want us to find a way to leave the house," Reid explained. "I'm sure we might have a better chance of getting help if we are outside, but I would get lost and so would Peter."
"It's probably a trap," Peter said. "They want us to open the front door, and when we do, they will shoot at us or something. They said all of us will be dead by the morning. I'm scared. No one died during their last game, so I bet they have something planned for this one."
Morgan couldn't argue with that. If something sounded too good to be true, it usually was, but what if there was something else, they could do? Reid and Peter didn't have to go around opening all the doors. "Look for a phone," Morgan suddenly said. "Don't go to the front door or back door or anything. Find a phone. It only takes a few seconds to dial the police, and if Michael and Anthony are by the front door, they won't see what you're doing."
Reid perked up. "Michael did say there was a phone somewhere. I'm betting it's in one of the bedrooms or maybe the kitchen. I don't think it would be out in the open." Reid's hands were covered in Morgan's blood from making the splint. It made Morgan's stomach roll. The kid should be at home dreaming about the new book he got. He shouldn't be here. Reid continued to amaze Morgan time after time, but Reid had already been through so much already. Morgan couldn't ask him to do any more, but Morgan couldn't venture out into the cabin for the game. He knew that. He could barely stand on his own, and his arm was causing him a lot more pain than he let on. Reid and Peter were the only ones strong enough to find a phone, and Morgan was afraid they were already standing on thin ropes. Peter was still shaking from the ice-cold water thrown on him and the air conditioner blowing on his hair, and whenever Reid turned around, Morgan could still see blood on pretty boy's boxers from the violent rape he suffered through.
"If you don't want to go out, I'm sure you don't have to," Morgan said. He wanted them to go out and find the damned phone, but he wasn't sure either one of the boys were up for it. The phone was their best bet for rescue, but if Peter and Reid weren't up for it, Morgan was sure they could find another way out.
"I can do it," Reid said confidently. "I know where the kitchen is. I'll look there first."
Peter didn't look as confident as Reid did but got out of his fetal position. "What room do you want me to check first?" Morgan turned to face them. He was probably more scared than they were. If something went wrong out there, Morgan was never going to forgive himself. It was up to him to get Reid and Peter out of there, and he wasn't going to stop trying until they were safe.
Brian was just expecting another boring night at the park. He was actually having trouble staying awake. He had the day off yesterday, and stayed up a lot later than he should have so he was paying the price for it tonight. Tony was doing some weed behind the television, so he wasn't doing anything to help Brian keep his eyes open. Brian was just waiting for their boss to make a surprise visit and scare Tony out of his mind, but it never happened. Brian had this job for about 5 years now, and not once had their boss made a surprise visit so Tony kept up his little drug habit at work and Brian never thought twice about bringing alcohol to work with him sometimes.
"Anything cool happen yesterday on your day off?" Tony asked. Brian couldn't believe there was a single thing to watch on TV. Not one show. There were some reruns of the Simpsons, and there was some breaking news which usually bored the hell out of him. The most exciting thing he ever had on his job was keeping some angry moose away from obnoxious tourists. Moose can actually be extremely dangerous animals, and most people never realize that until the animal charges at them, but that only happened once. His job mostly consisted of handing out maps, and on some holidays, he gave guided tours on some of the trails. That was fun, but most of the time was just sitting locked in that cabin waiting for something to happen.
"Not really," Brian said. "Just hung out with Nikki. She wants me to take her to some special dance for Valentine's Day."
"You gonna go?" Tony asked. Tony turned off the news, and flipped the channels until he found a cartoon. Brian didn't argue. He'd rather watch cartoons too.
"I guess," Brian said. "I mean, it sounds lame as fuck, but I guess I owe her after she went to the game with us and her birthday is coming up soon so yeah. I guess." Brian hated doing all those girly girl things, but he did love Nikki. He wanted to make her happy. As soon as he found a better job, he was going to ask her to marry him. He was sure she would say yes. "What about you? Any steady girlfriend yet?"
"Not yet," Tony said. "I mean, I guess I should be looking better. I haven't really been looking, ya know? I'm still young. I just don't really wanna be held down by any one woman yet."
"Yeah, yeah. I hear ya," Brian said. "Good girls can be hard to find though so once you get one, hold onto her tight or another guy might just snatch her up." When Brian heard a call pull up outside, he didn't connect it with the phone call they got earlier from some dude claiming to work for the FBI. He assumed it was the owner of one of the cabins who got lost trying to find their way back. It happened all the time, so he didn't even stand up until the door opened.
A man and a woman walked in, one right after the other. The woman shut the door behind her, and the man walked right up to Brian. He pulled a badge out of his jacket, and Brian swore his heart skipped a beat when he saw this man was an FBI agent. The woman had her badge out as soon as the door was shut. Tony hid his weed as quickly as he could into on the desk drawers, but Brian was sure the lady agent already saw it. She didn't say anything though.
"Agent Rossi," the man said quickly. "And this is Agent Prentiss. I believe I talked to one of your earlier about getting the names of everyone who owns a cabin out here. I'm going to need those names ASAP, and if you can't get them quickly, I know a computer genius who can. I'd like to have those names before the rest get here."
"The rest?" Tony asked. Brian sat back down at his desk, and pulled up the files they were asking for. It was going to take a while to get all of the names, but he could do it.
"Do you know how many people are currently staying in the cabins?" Agent Prentiss asked. She circled behind the desk to watch Brian work.
"We don't require them to check in," Brian said. "It usually isn't that crowded this time of year, but it varies a lot so it's hard to say."
"Is there a way to find out?" Agent Rossi asked. "Could you call them up or would we have to go door to door?"
Agent Prentiss pulled two drawings out of her jacket and put them on the desk in front of Brian. "We are looking for these men. They are armed and dangerous, and we have reason to believe they are hiding out in one of these cabins. This isn't a game or joke. These men are holding hostages, and if we don't hurry, the hostages could be dead soon."
"This is what the news was talking about?" Tony asked. "With all those missing people?"
"Have you seen these men?" Agent Prentiss asked. "These are just drawings so little details might be different, but these are the guys we are looking for."
Both Tony and Brian looked at the sketches. Brian wanted to recognize the guys. He really did, but he didn't. He was positive he never saw those guys walking around before, but that didn't mean they weren't there. If somebody wanted to hide, the woods offered the perfect protection. Brian and Tony shook their heads, but Brian got back to work. He wouldn't mind if the FBI had someone who could help him work faster, but the names were popping up. He couldn't tell them the background of the owners of the cabins, but he did have their names and numbers. He was printing out the lists, and Agent Prentiss picked up the list and scanned through the names. She was on the phone as he was printing on the second page.
"Hey Garcia," she said into the phone. "Yeah, we might need your help. I have some names here, but I didn't know if it would be easier for you to stay where you are or if it would be easier to come down here. They have computers, but they probably aren't as fast as yours. Yeah, I think the boys might be here. It's black outside. It's everything the unsubs could want. Okay. I'll see you soon." She put her phone back in her pocket and picked up the second list of names.
"Garcia on her way?" Agent Rossi asked.
"Yeah, and she's bringing her own computer. It would probably be easier than calling back and forth, and Hotch is almost here. I don't recognize any of the names yet."
"I'm not against going door to door," Rossi said. "We won't get lost with Calvin with us, and we might be able to cover more ground if one of you two could help?" The agent looked at Brian and Tony. Tony probably knew the woods better than Tony, but Brian didn't trust him to guide a group of cops around the park in the middle of the night.
"Yeah, I can," Brian said.
"So Hotch can go with Calvin, and I'll go with Brian," Rossi said. "It shouldn't take more than an hour to go through all the cabins with 2 groups?"
"Depending on what you're looking for," Brian said. "But yes."
"I'll go with you guys then," Prentiss said. "Are there any animals living out there that we should be aware of?"
"There are a lot of animals, but most of them avoid human interaction," Brian said. "I don't we will have any problems with the animals. Kinda sounds like you guys are gonna have more problems with these bad guys you're looking for."
"If we find the unsubs, we won't let you be in harm's way," Rossi said gently. Brian didn't care about some crazy dude shooting at him. He could already see another black SUV pulling into the parking lot so he never felt safer in his life. He didn't like the idea of hostages though. He was never a fan of horror movies and was always against hunting, and even the thought of someone getting murdered so close to him sent chills down his veins. He didn't want to be there anymore. He wanted to go home and see Nikki, but he knew the FBI needed his help. He loved the idea of being considered a hero and helping out take out some crazy bad guys, but if someone died that night, he vowed to quit the job and never come back.
Peter couldn't stop shaking. He couldn't see this working out. Even if they could find the mysterious phone and call the police, wouldn't one of the captors find them and just shoot them dead? He didn't want to die yet. He wanted to go home and hug his little sister and tell his parents that he did everything he could to help the police and stay alive. Crying in the corner wasn't going to help anyone though. If he wanted his freedom, he was going to have to get off his butt and help them. The little voice in his head wouldn't go away though. Something bad was going to happen. He looked down at his bloody knees and welts across his stomach. He couldn't imagine a worse scenario than the one he was already in except for another rape. Or death. He could either sit down and wait for his abductors to come back with the damned knife or get off his ass and try to help. Morgan and Reid couldn't do everything on their own. If he really wanted to see Clara again, he would help Reid find the phone.
Their plan wasn't discussed in detail. Anthony and Michael were only gone a few minutes, so Peter didn't know where they ditched the body of Tatiana's boyfriend, but he certainly wasn't buried in the backyard. Michael was wearing a clean jacket over the white shirt, but both of them still had those stupid white gloves on. Peter volunteered to check out one of the bedrooms, but he had to remember that he didn't need to say anything. He just needed to call the police and leave the phone off the hook. Morgan promised him that the police would be able to trace his call and it wouldn't take long for help to arrive. Peter kept telling himself that as Michael paced in front of them with his hands behind his back.
"The point of this game is to find your way out," Michael said. "And, it's entertainment. It's always entertainment. The winner of the game is the first one out, and the winner gets a nice prize at the end. Anthony and me promise not to interfere with the game. We'll stay quiet on the sidelines, but you guys only get 5 minutes. When the time is up, we will take you guys back here and discover the winner."
Morgan and Reid kept exchanging glances. He was sure that they were able to communicate with each other without using words, but Peter hadn't learned that skill yet. All he had to keep him going was the video footage of his family on the news. Clara was holding one of her favorite dolls, their dad probably found it in his car, and she was holding it close to her. He had to get back home to see her again. He wanted to promise his sister that he would never go missing again, and he needed to comfort his mom. He didn't like to see her crying. He had no choice but to ignore the little voice in his head begging him to stay put.
"Timer starts the second we leave the room," Michael continued. "Hope you have no questions cause I don't feel much like answering any."
"Looks like we're good to go then," Anthony said. "I wish good luck to you guys, and let the game begin." Antony and Michael left the room one right after the other, but this time, the door didn't lock behind them. Peter and Reid didn't move for almost a full minute.
"Sounds like they went outside," Morgan told them. "I bet they are standing by the front door. You guys better hurry though. Just remember. Dial the number, leave the phone off the hook, and get back here fast."
"Try not to move your arm," Reid reminded Morgan. Reid used the couch as support as he lifted himself back onto his very unsteady feet. "We'll try to be back before the time is up."
"Be careful," Morgan told them. Morgan crawled over to the couch to wait there for them to come back. Peter wished he was staying with him, but Peter bit his lip and followed Reid out into the dark hallway supporting most of his weight on his left leg. It hurt too badly to even stand on the other one. He didn't need to see a doctor to know that his kneecap was broken.
Peter tried to watch his step. He wouldn't put it past Anthony and Michael to leave traps just lying around, but Peter didn't see anything. His path looked clear. Reid turned around and ran his tongue over his dry lips again. "Okay. I'm going to the kitchen which just around the corner from the bedroom, so I won't be far. If you don't find a phone right away, don't keep looking. I haven't been keeping track of the time, and we didn't have much time to begin with."
"Okay," Peter whispered back. Peter watched Reid make a break for the kitchen when they were near the front door, and Peter kept on going straight to the first bedroom he saw. Before he went to the door, he saw the thermostat on the wall. He didn't care if Anthony found out about this after the game, but Peter would warm them up while he could. He turned it up all the way to 80 degrees, and he could have stood there all night feeling the warm air blow on him, but he had a job to do. He turned to the bedroom door, and wanted to give up the second the door didn't open when he pushed. It was almost like something was blocking it so he pushed again. The stubborn door opened with the second try.
The bedroom was just as black as the rest of the house. It seemed like the only light in the entire house was coming from their den. Peter took a step in and tripped over a figure on the floor. That is what was blocking the door. He looked closer as his eyes adjusted to the dark, and he saw a woman with blonde hair lying on the ground. She wore her hair in a low ponytail, but he saw blood all around her. Peter made a safe bet that this Jenny Parker, and she had probably been killed before Peter and the others ever got there. He cautiously stepped over her body and went over to the nightstand by the window.
He pulled back the curtains and was disappointed to see that this room didn't have bars on the windows. Jenny had a better chance of escape than Peter ever did, but he couldn't concentrate on that now. He threw some papers and books off the nightstand, and he couldn't believe his luck when he found a phone. It wasn't plugged in, but that only took a second. Once it was plugged in, it worked perfectly. He dialed the magical numbers and felt like crying when he heard a woman come through on the line.
"911 What's your emergency?"
Peter resisted his urge to start screaming into the phone. He made sure that nobody was coming when he put his mouth next to the receiver.
"Please send help," Peter whispered. "Hurry."
"What is the emergency sir? Who am I speaking with?"
"Please hurry ma'am. We don't have much time left. Send the police." Peter thought he saw movement out of the corner of his eye, but when he looked back, all was still.
"What is your name sir?"
"Peter," he whispered. "My name is Peter. Please hurry."
He could hear the woman continue talking into the phone, but his part was done. He didn't have the time to stay on the phone with her, but he didn't hang up so she would be able to trace the call. Help was coming. Help was finally coming. He couldn't wait to tell Reid and Morgan. He knew the closest station wasn't exactly close, but at least the police were on the way. He held his breath as he made his back over to the door. He didn't see anything, but he still stepped lightly in case Anthony or Michael were nearby.
He got one of his legs over the woman on the floor when he heard a strange noise. He looked down just in time to see the woman lunging at him with a dagger in her hands. He was in too much shock to even move. What was even happening? Wasn't this lady dead? He brought his hands up to cover his face, but that wasn't where she was aiming. She stabbed the dagger right between his legs, and Peter felt the cold instrument slice through his boxers and into his private area with incredible swiftness. The sharp blade tore its way through his member with ease, severing everything in its path. His sex was nearly cut in two by the time she removed the now bloody dagger. Peter felt his boxers fill with warm blood instantly. Peter was on the floor before he even realized he was screaming. His hands went down to protect himself, but she forced him on his back and started stabbing him. His hands fell away from what was left of his member and tried to protect his chest and stomach from her blows, but she was too fast for him. He counted the shiny knife go down on him twice before he couldn't think straight anymore, but she wouldn't stop. There was an anger behind her force that was growing stronger with each stab. He wasn't able to defend himself. Each blow took his breath away, and he heard himself cry out as she slit open the delicate skin just underneath his underwear. The elastic holding up his boxers was finally torn. His hands fell useless at his sides, his world spinning out of control. The knife she held just kept coming down on him, and he felt it every single time it ripped open his skin, dug deep crevices into his flesh. He didn't know who she even was or why she wanted to hurt him so badly. He wanted to apologize and beg her to stop, but he couldn't find his voice. Where was Reid? Wasn't he coming to check on Peter? This couldn't be the end. It couldn't. His stomach was wet with blood, and he felt like he had something caught in his throat that he couldn't cough up, but if he just laid there, he was going to die. He wasn't ready to die yet.
He lifted both of his hands up as fast as he could and put them against her shoulders. Using the last of his strength, he pushed her off of him. He grabbed the dagger from her as she fell near the bed. He couldn't wait for her to get back up though. If he waited, she could attack him again and it wouldn't take much effort from her to get the dagger back. He struggled to open the door. It was jammed again. What the hell was wrong with this damned door? He pushed his weight against it, and it finally opened. He shut the door behind him, but he didn't hear her coming after him. He wanted to get back to the den. He hated that room more than anything, but he would feel safer with Morgan and Reid. They wouldn't let Anthony or Michael hurt him anymore. He only made it a few agonizing steps before collapsing on the floor. He couldn't make it back to the den. He took a deep breath and coughed when he heard Reid's voice calling for him.
Hotch rode with Calvin over to the state park. Calvin had the radio on, but he assured Hotch that he knew this place like the back of his hand so he wouldn't need any directions. It turned out that he was right. He knew every twist and turn that the dirt road had to offer, and it wasn't long before they were pulling up behind Rossi's car. He saw the agents talking to what he guessed were park rangers through the windows, and he was out of the car as soon as Calvin parked it. It was warm inside the cabin, and Prentiss was already circling out all of the cabins that hung on a map on the wall. There were a lot of cabins, and Rossi was highlighting names of people that he wanted Garcia to look into. Hotch was already told that she would be coming, and he thought that was a terrific idea. It would be easier than calling her every minute with a new name.
"Any news yet?" Hotch asked them. Rossi dropped the list in front of Hotch and went over to the coffee maker to pour himself a cup. Hotch smelled something when he first walked in, but the smell didn't belong to coffee. He looked over at the 2 park rangers. One was keeping busy on the computer, but the other fellow looked extremely nervous sitting at his desk. One look on his face told Hotch that he was hiding something, but Hotch wasn't going to press it. He had more important matters at hand.
"Neither one of the rangers have seen the unsubs," Rossi said. "And since we've been here, they haven't gotten any calls."
"Did anyone call you earlier today?" Prentiss asked.
The ranger at the computer looked up at them when he spoke. He had some breakouts on his skin, but he wasn't nearly as nervous as his buddy seemed. "Not since I've been in. I mean, we might have gotten weird phone calls earlier, but Shirley never mentioned any. Why? Do you think the bad guys would call here?"
"That isn't likely, but one of the kidnapped victims might have tried to call," Hotch told him. "If the phone rings, let one of us take the call just in case." The ranger nodded. "Do any of the names seem like they could be related to one of the people with Reid and Morgan?"
Rossi shook his head. "I don't think so. I mean, it's hard to tell because people get married or change their names, but not one of these people have the same last name. There isn't a single Parker, Nelson, or Boyle."
"Then why are you highlighting names?" Hotch asked.
"These people either have large cabins or the cabins aren't close to the highway," Rossi explained. "They are going to need a larger place to hide 5 people."
"And how long until Garcia is here?" Hotch asked.
"Less than half an hour," Prentiss said. "She wanted to start looking up names on the way over, but she isn't getting a very good connection, so she has to wait, but it won't be long."
Hotch sat down next to Rossi at the table and thought about getting a coffee himself. It was late, but he didn't think he would really need the caffeine to keep himself awake. His nerves were doing a pretty good job at that without the extra help. "Looks like the biggest cabins are in the middle of the forest, and they are all owned by families. The Jones' family owns the largest cabin. It looks like it's the only 2 story cabin here."
"They only come for Christmas, and they leave a little after New Year's Day," the ranger said. "Nice people. They have 3 kids. I think its two girls and a boy, but yeah. I like it when they come. Dad is a lawyer, and he usually brings a present for me since I'm always here."
"How about the Watsons?" Rossi asked. He was already scribbling down what the ranger told them. It was impossible for this kid to know every family by name, but he would probably work out just fine until Garcia got there.
"Watsons, Watsons… Yeah, I know them. Older couple. Always come during the wintertime with their grandchildren. Think 5 of them. Younger kids, but they love hiking. Watsons always bring their toy poodles. Those dogs are always barking I swear."
"Garlands?" Rossi asked.
"They have the pretty daughters," the other ranger said speaking up. He looked like he immediately regretted his decision in speaking and looked down.
"Yes, they have two daughters. Both girls in their 20s. The couple was always very nice when I spoke to them. The daughters usually kept to themselves," the original ranger said.
"Did either one of the girls ever stop by without their parents?" Hotch asked.
"I don't think so," the ranger said. "I mean, they could have. They both had cars, but if they did, they never stopped by to see us."
"Okay, and the last house in the middle belonged to the O'Malleys?" Rossi asked.
"Oh, him," the ranger said slowly. "Oh, he was a nice guy. Wasn't he Tony?"
Tony muttered some kind of response, but Hotch was more focused on the other ranger. "Was?"
"He died last year," the ranger continued. "Dude, that was sad. He threw these huge Christmas parties every year. He dressed up like Santa and let all of the kids come see him. He always made sure every kid left with a special gift, and he made the best freaking cookies I ever tasted. I loved that guy. I mean, last Christmas was terrible without old Frank."
"When did he die?" Rossi asked.
"I think it was November," the ranger said. "I mean, I'll have to check my records. His daughter wrote me. She didn't want to disappoint any of the kids, so she hired some guy to play Santa for the party and all that good stuff, but no one actually lives in that cabin anymore. The daughter just pays for the upkeep, but I don't think she's planning on selling it."
"And who were invited to these parties?" Hotch asked. It was making perfect sense to Hotch. The unsubs went to at least one of these Christmas parties and saw the owner of the cabin was a little old man who only lived there during the winter. They may or may not have heard about his death, but it wouldn't take much effort for two young men to overpower someone like Frank.
"Anyone was welcome," the ranger said. "Me and Tony went a few times. It was a really popular party for people living in the surrounding neighborhoods. I mean, man, I was sad when I heard that guy died. My mom was even sad when I told her. Everyone loved O'Malley."
Hotch didn't care what else Garcia would be able to dig up on the guy, but Hotch wanted this cabin to be one of their first stops. "Do you have a floorplan of the cabin?"
"Printing it now," the ranger said. Hotch took the warm sheet of paper as soon as the printer was finished with it, and he handed it to Rossi.
"It's definitely big enough to hold 5 people hostage," Rossi said.
"That would be sick if people were getting murdered in Santa's house," the ranger said.
"How long of a drive is it to that cabin?" Hotch asked.
"About 20 minutes, give or take," the ranger said. "I know that murderers are basically like crazy, but I still don't think anyone could be cruel enough to kill in O'Malley's house."
Hotch wished he could agree with the kid, but he couldn't. After all this time, he still didn't know exactly the type of unsubs that he was dealing with, but he couldn't put it past them to murder in a kind man's cabin. As much as he wanted to literally run down to that cabin right then, he had to control himself. There was no actual evidence pointing to the unsubs hiding out in that cabin, and if he overreacted, that would alert the unsubs that the FBI was there. He couldn't just rush into things. He was thankful when he heard his phone ring from his pocket. That was a big enough distraction to stop him from acting irrationally.
"Hotch," he said into the phone.
"Sheriff Bolton," the older man replied. "I'm actually on my way over to you and your team right now."
"Did you get new information?" Hotch asked. Rossi stood up next to him to listen in on the conversation, and Prentiss kept her place by the map.
"Mysterious phone call," the sheriff said. "The operator was about to give it to an officer working on the field until she saw where the call came from. It was from one of those cabins out where you are."
Hotch's heart was pounding in chest. "Did they leave a message or anything? Was it a male or female calling?"
"Peter " Bolton said. "The caller identified himself as Peter. He didn't say much. He kept telling her to hurry, and he left the phone on the hook when he stopped talking which is how we traced the call so quickly, but agents. Something must have happened after Peter walked away. She heard him screaming."
Hotch put his cell on speaker so the others could hear more clearly. "Was the operator able to trace to call to a particular cabin?" Hotch heard a noise outside, and when he looked out the window, he saw another car pull up beside his with a few officers inside. Everyone was following orders perfectly. No one came in a blaring cop car. The unsubs had no idea how close Hotch and his team really were. He needed to keep it that way.
"Yeah, I wrote down the address. It's 3332 W Oakwood," Bolton said. Prentiss immediately turned to pinpoint the address on the map, and Rossi was scanning down the list of addresses and names with his finger. "I'll be there in a few minutes, and don't worry. The sirens are off." He ended the call without another word.
"Do you know who owns that cabin?" Hotch asked Rossi. Rossi put the sheet back in front of Hotch but kept his finger on one of the names.
"The Garland family," Rossi said. The ranger's mouth dropped open, and Tony actually stood up from behind his desk.
"Get me a layout of the cabin," Hotch said. The ranger nodded, and it only took seconds for the sheet to print up. It only had 3 bedrooms, but the rooms looked spacey.
"You don't think it was a prank call or anything?" the ranger asked. "I mean, I know the younger one of the daughters had a boyfriend and it's almost Valentine's Day. Maybe the phone got knocked off the hook during some weird sex game."
Hotch was thinking about getting the cell phone numbers of everyone in the Garland family, but he wasn't going to risk someone's phone ringing in that cabin. The only way to find out if Reid and Morgan were being held captive there was to literally drive over to the cabin. "Once the sheriff gets here, I think all of us should take a drive over to the Garland cabin."
Reid hurried out of the kitchen as fast he could when he heard someone yell out. Something had to have gone wrong. He just couldn't imagine what. Did Peter try for one of the doors? That seemed out of character for him, but he might have been desperate. "Peter?" Reid called out. He didn't get an answer. Of course he didn't answer. Reid carefully made his way down the hallway that Peter chose. He didn't hear Anthony or Michael, but he knew that they had to be nearby. He had no idea how much time they had left, but as soon as he found Peter, they were going back to the den. Reid didn't like how dark everything in the house was.
He was almost at the bedroom when he saw someone lying on the floor. He looked both ways, thinking it might be some elaborate trap, but it looked like he was alone. He quickened his pace towards the figure and got down on his knees when he was close enough. He couldn't see the other guy's face, but the lanky figure and messy hair gave him away as Peter. "Peter? Are you okay?" Peter coughed in response. He couldn't just leave Peter lying there. He didn't know what was wrong with his friend, but Reid was going to help.
"Only have a few minutes left players of the game!" Anthony shouted from somewhere in the house. Reid didn't want to be found lingering in the rooms after the game was over. They needed to get back to the den. He didn't know what the point of the game was, but it wasn't to be found sitting near the front door. Reid picked up Peter's good arm and put it around his shoulder. He took a deep breath, and slowly brought Peter to his feet. Peter cried out. Reid knew he was hurting the boy by moving him like that, but he couldn't just leave Peter there. He wasn't supporting himself though. He was almost like a dead weight on Reid's skinny frame. They weren't going to make it back to the den before time was up. Reid spotted the bathroom, and he made his way inside. He gently released Peter's arm, and the kid gently fell against the bathroom cabinets. Reid went back to lock the door. That wasn't going to keep Michael and Anthony out, but it might give Reid more time to analyze the situation.
"Just kill me," Peter whispered. "I'd rather you do it than them." He coughed again, and weakly brought his hand up to his bleeding stomach. In his other hand he held a blood stained dagger. Where did that come from?
Reid turned on the lights and got down next to Peter to see the damage. It was a lot to take in, and with all of the blood, it was hard to pinpoint where exactly it started. Reid grabbed a dozen sheets of toilet paper and tried his best to wipe away the blood. Right away, Reid noticed a deep stab wound just underneath his rib cage. Dark blood was seeping out through the edges of the torn flesh, and Peter's body was just shaking. Reid found 5 more stab wounds across the boy's stomach, and when Reid looked even lower, he was shaken to find Peter's boxers just drenched with blood. That blood couldn't have come from one of the other wounds. Reid wasn't sure that he wanted to know what was done to Peter below the belt. The boxers were torn open, but Reid couldn't see anything past the blood. It looked like somebody cut Peter's member off. The elastic holding up what remained of his boxers was severed. The underwear hung loosely against his hips and Reid saw another slash just underneath the cloth. It almost looked like he was in the process of being gutted. Reid shuddered and focused back on the boy's pale face.
"It's going to be alright," Reid said with no confidence in his voice. "Once we get back to Morgan, we can get the bleeding under control." He firmly pressed down on the wound underneath the ribcage which seemed to be the most severe, but he couldn't get to the other wounds. None of the cuts were artificial. Every single stab would need stitches and could prove to be fatal if they weren't looked at soon. People only needed to lose 2 pints of blood before going into shock, and it was clear that Peter was past that point. It wouldn't take much more blood loss to kill him.
Peter didn't say anything, but he coughed again. A thin trail of blood escaped from the corner of his mouth with the cough, and Reid felt like screaming. "Who did this to you? Anthony?"
"It was...a lady," Peter whispered. He took a deep breath, but it was jagged. What was Reid supposed to do?
"Down to your last 2 minutes my friends," Anthony shouted. "You better believe that Michael and I are more than ready to meet the winner of this wonderful game."
"Please just kill me," Peter whispered again, tears starting to flow from his eyes. "I don't want them to. Please."
Reid glanced at the door, but it was still locked. He needed to get Peter back in the den. He tried putting the boy's arm over his shoulder again, but Peter couldn't support his own weight at all. His strength was gone. He fell back down with a pained grunt, and Reid sat down next to him. Reid wasn't going to just leave Peter there. Reid ripped off another cloth from his boxers and pressed his down on Peter's stomach, but it wasn't helping. It was proving impossible to just focus on one wound. There were just too many and the blood wouldn't stop flowing. Reid's boxers were soaked through in mere seconds.
Reid couldn't hear cars moving around outside, and the doorbell never rang again. Where was the team? He trusted that Hotch and the others would be there soon, but Peter didn't have soon. All he had was now, but that was fading fast. Reid couldn't predict what would happen to Peter if Anthony found him, but he did know that Anthony would do his best to only make it worse for Peter. Anthony would make Peter's last moments on earth a living hell and laugh about it.
"Try not to cough," Reid said. Peter nodded, but Reid wasn't even sure Peter was listening. His eyes weren't focused on anything in particular, and his tremble was getting worse. His mouth was open to help him breathe, but he wasn't taking deep breaths. They were short, but even those short breaths were enough to trigger even more blood to come out of his mouth. Peter was dying.
"Last minute!" Anthony shouted.
"Please," Peter whispered. "Don't let them find me like this." Peter brought one of his hands and laid it on top of Reid's. His hand felt like ice. It finally hit Reid that Peter wasn't going home that night. Peter was never going to see his sister again.
"Please don't ask me to do this," Reid begged. Peter closed his mouth to prevent another cough, and his eyes found Reid's eyes. Just for a few seconds, it was just them in this world. There weren't any unsubs and Morgan wasn't locked in another room. It was just Peter and Reid, and everything was calm in the world. That feeling didn't last long enough when another cough that Peter couldn't prevent broke the eye contact. Peter was either going to die now, or he was going to bleed to death in that den under the watchful gaze of Anthony and Michael.
Reid carefully took the dagger from Peter's hand and held it up for the boy to see. Reid's hand was shaking.
Peter nodded, tears freely falling from his eyes. He squeezed Reid's hand and tried to smile, but he was losing control of his body fast. His smile lasted for just a second before the boy started coughing again.
"Just tell my parents," Peter tried his best to take a deep breath, but he couldn't. "And Clara. I love them. I love them all so much." Peter looked down at his hand still holding Reid and a tear fell from his eyes. "Thank you. Thank you for helping me, Reid."
Peter looked like he wanted to add more, but he didn't. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back giving Reid better access to his throat. Reid held Peter's hand as he scooted closer to the dying boy.
Reid put the blade against one end of Peter's throat. "Thirty seconds boys!" Reid didn't turn to look at the door. It was now or never. He pressed the blade down and slid it across Peter's neck as fast as he could. Blood squirted out, and Peter's mouth opened wide in an attempt to take another breath. Reid heard some kind of gurgling sound coming from Peter's throat, and Peter's eyes shot back open. He was squeezing his hand tightly against Reid's like he wasn't ever going to let go as he struggled to breathe. Reid never let go. Peter's grip became weaker as the life drained from him, but he still found Reid's eyes as he took his final breath. His breathing came to a sudden stop and his body went still. Peter's hand finally relaxed against Reid's and his big eyes lost focus. Peter was gone.
"Goodbye Peter," Reid whispered. His heart was broken. He became an FBI agent so he could help people, but he failed. He let Peter down. It wasn't something that he would ever forget, but he would make sure that Peter wasn't dumped in the backyard like the others.
Reid didn't let go of Peter's hand as his head fell to his left shoulder. His eyes were directed towards the door and blood continued to drip from his mouth. Reid turned to the toilet and threw up anything still remaining in his stomach. Reid failed Peter. He was sure that Morgan would tell him that he would have done the same thing, but that wouldn't bring Peter back.
Acting quickly, he stuck the knife that killed Peter underneath the sink in stacks of toilet paper rolls. He didn't think Anthony or Michael would bother looking there. He shut it quietly and went to sit down next to Peter. He didn't even jump when Anthony kicked the door in. He was back at work trying to wipe the blood off of Peter's stomach when Anthony and Michael came in the room.
"Funny we should find you guys in here," Anthony said with a wide smile. "Did you guys want another bath? Was that it? I'm sure Michael wouldn't mind much." Anthony took a step forward, and that's when he saw what happened to Peter. He didn't look shocked or upset. He started laughing. He shared a high five with Michael and got down on his knees for a better look. "Why did you kill him, Agent Reid? Didn't like his hair? Or was he getting too close to Agent Morgan? Was that it? Not going to lie though. This was the first time ever that the players killed each other. I'm gonna have to write this down somewhere."
"A lady killed him," Reid said. "From the bedroom."
The smirk wiped off Anthony's face instantly. He stepped back to Michael, and slapped Michael in the back. "Would you mind escorting Agent Reid back to the den? We have some work to do, and I'm not quite ready to finish the night."
Michael shrugged but stepped forward to help Reid to his feet. Once Reid found his balance, he didn't need Michael's support anymore. Michael waited for Reid to start moving so he could be behind him. Reid got to the door when he turned around. He didn't know what Anthony was planning on doing with Peter's body, but Reid didn't really want them burying the kid. Peter deserved to go back home with his family that very day. Reid felt like puking again when he was pushed back into the den. How was he supposed to tell Morgan what happened when he wasn't even sure what happened? It all felt like some terrible nightmare that he couldn't wake up from no matter how hard he tried.
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