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Just practicing my crappy writing skills and obsession for brotherslash. If I ever finish this though, who knows? Posting could happen. Oh yeah, and I shamelessly ripped part of the plot from the show Dexter. I luvs that show!! :) Writing it in bits, really just whatever occurs to me first.
(cuts in after briefing on recent deaths in Nevada, BAU team on kewl plane)
“’WE have been wronged. WE will not stop. WE will have him back.’” Gideon’s timber and pitch consciously mimicked a possible speech pattern and gave Reid the eerie feeling of being closer to the type of soul who could commit these atrocities. The plane was fraught with an air of tension, papers and files covering every surface, Morgan on the phone with the Nevada PD. A familiar scene, yet he couldn’t shake the feeling that something here was off. Something felt … wrong, for lack of a more accurate description. Though, he thought, looking down once again at the photos of a bright young man and what he had become in death, what should one feel other than unsettled in the face of such horror. No matter how depressingly routine it became.
“’WE’, emphasizing a united force,” Hotch said, looking up from the Brendon Murphy case file.
“Have they specified yet who their ‘him’ is?” Prentiss asked, chewing on the back of her pen.
Gideon shook his head. “No. And it’s the same message each time. The unsubs deliver a video of their hostage still alive to the police, with the attached message. Three days later, the body is dumped in the desert surrounding the town with another message. ‘Give him back’.” He sighed and ran a hand over his eyes. “Obviously we’re dealing with a very paranoid mind. This unsub thinks that we know who they are, where they are and exactly how we've ‘wronged’ them. They believe that we already know who it is they want.”
“So they want to be caught? A cry for help?” JJ asked, confused.
Reid didn’t take his eyes off the smiling picture of Steven Dauchy as he spoke. “A possibility, but not likely. These unsubs honestly believe that they have been deliberately harmed in some way by a greater authority, and that this authority is willfully ignoring their demands. In their minds, they are on the righteous side. Why would they be punished being victims themselves?”
(just a scene after my muffin Reid is all drugged up and kidnapped)
A dense fog clouded his mind as consciousness returned slowly. His limbs were heavy, so heavy they seemed to sink deeper into the soft that surrounded him with each passing moment. Light filtered through his flickering eyelids, but he could process nothing but an indistinct blur of dark highlighted by moonlit night surfaces. Something dry, smooth, and cool caressed his forehead, lingering. So soothing. Warmth and comfort quickly pulled him back down, and the only impression his addled mind was able to process before he succumbed was ‘safe’.
(just after they discover he's missing)
Morgan and Prentiss burst into Reid’s hotel room, Morgan desperately calling for the younger agent even as they took in the empty room.
“God Dammit!” Morgan vented his anger, pounding a fist helplessly against the door.
“Gideon,” Prentiss was on the phone immediately, “he’s not here. Reid’s gone.”
Gideon’s response was “I’ll inform the PD, I’m getting a 25 mile radius blocked off immediately. Meet us back at the station and call Garcia. Tell her to get everything she can on James and Jason Wright. And I mean everything.”
(at the police station w/ Hotch and Gideon)
Hotch leaned against the wall, watching various officers scramble in response to Gideon’s curt, cold orders. His hand clenched tightly, images of the previous victims running through his head. This shouldn’t be happening, not to Reid. The young genius had been through so much in his short life, far too much for someone as singular as he was, someone as needed. Hotch took in Gideon’s unceasing, unrelenting desperation. Someone as loved.
Thoughts? Choppy and completely incomprehensible, I know.
(cuts in after briefing on recent deaths in Nevada, BAU team on kewl plane)
“’WE have been wronged. WE will not stop. WE will have him back.’” Gideon’s timber and pitch consciously mimicked a possible speech pattern and gave Reid the eerie feeling of being closer to the type of soul who could commit these atrocities. The plane was fraught with an air of tension, papers and files covering every surface, Morgan on the phone with the Nevada PD. A familiar scene, yet he couldn’t shake the feeling that something here was off. Something felt … wrong, for lack of a more accurate description. Though, he thought, looking down once again at the photos of a bright young man and what he had become in death, what should one feel other than unsettled in the face of such horror. No matter how depressingly routine it became.
“’WE’, emphasizing a united force,” Hotch said, looking up from the Brendon Murphy case file.
“Have they specified yet who their ‘him’ is?” Prentiss asked, chewing on the back of her pen.
Gideon shook his head. “No. And it’s the same message each time. The unsubs deliver a video of their hostage still alive to the police, with the attached message. Three days later, the body is dumped in the desert surrounding the town with another message. ‘Give him back’.” He sighed and ran a hand over his eyes. “Obviously we’re dealing with a very paranoid mind. This unsub thinks that we know who they are, where they are and exactly how we've ‘wronged’ them. They believe that we already know who it is they want.”
“So they want to be caught? A cry for help?” JJ asked, confused.
Reid didn’t take his eyes off the smiling picture of Steven Dauchy as he spoke. “A possibility, but not likely. These unsubs honestly believe that they have been deliberately harmed in some way by a greater authority, and that this authority is willfully ignoring their demands. In their minds, they are on the righteous side. Why would they be punished being victims themselves?”
(just a scene after my muffin Reid is all drugged up and kidnapped)
A dense fog clouded his mind as consciousness returned slowly. His limbs were heavy, so heavy they seemed to sink deeper into the soft that surrounded him with each passing moment. Light filtered through his flickering eyelids, but he could process nothing but an indistinct blur of dark highlighted by moonlit night surfaces. Something dry, smooth, and cool caressed his forehead, lingering. So soothing. Warmth and comfort quickly pulled him back down, and the only impression his addled mind was able to process before he succumbed was ‘safe’.
(just after they discover he's missing)
Morgan and Prentiss burst into Reid’s hotel room, Morgan desperately calling for the younger agent even as they took in the empty room.
“God Dammit!” Morgan vented his anger, pounding a fist helplessly against the door.
“Gideon,” Prentiss was on the phone immediately, “he’s not here. Reid’s gone.”
Gideon’s response was “I’ll inform the PD, I’m getting a 25 mile radius blocked off immediately. Meet us back at the station and call Garcia. Tell her to get everything she can on James and Jason Wright. And I mean everything.”
(at the police station w/ Hotch and Gideon)
Hotch leaned against the wall, watching various officers scramble in response to Gideon’s curt, cold orders. His hand clenched tightly, images of the previous victims running through his head. This shouldn’t be happening, not to Reid. The young genius had been through so much in his short life, far too much for someone as singular as he was, someone as needed. Hotch took in Gideon’s unceasing, unrelenting desperation. Someone as loved.
Thoughts? Choppy and completely incomprehensible, I know.