Love On The Field - Spencer Reid x Reader

PART XV

After Jind Allah had finished his prayers, Gideon joined him at the interrogation room once more. This time opting to offer the man some water. Multiple bottles had been placed before him by the CIA agents, but never had they let him drink from them. The plan was to show him what he couldn’t have. Gideon on the other hand reached and opened one for him.

As they engaged again in conversation, Gideon tried to reason with him about the messages Muhammad preached about passivity while he was in Mecca. But, over and over again, Jind Allah found a justification for the violent acts he and his followers practiced.

“It does say in the Qur'an, "Fight and slay the infidels wherever you find them, and seize them in every stratagem of war."” He told Gideon without taking his eyes off of him.

"Unless they repent, establish regular prayers, and practice regular charity." The other man finished.

“Is it your intention, Mr. Gideon, to become a man of faith and revert to Islam?”

“I am a man of faith. I have repented, I pray regularly, and I practice charity. I have never committed violence against you. So how is it that my faith would allow you to live and worship as you please, and yours would take my life and snuff it out?”

“You are simply misguided people of the book. But, if you revert to Islam you...”

“A billion Muslims.” Gideon interrupted. “One billion Muslims manage to practice their faith in peace. "For Allah is surely merciful." ”

“You inquired about my childhood earlier.” He reminded Gideon. “I will tell you that it was a happy one. Until, one day, a bomb fell out of the sky and leveled the bazaar that I was in with my family. I was only eight.”

“He's opening up about himself.” Emily commented as the three of them sat in front of the TV analyzing Jind Allah’s behavior.

“Maybe. We need to verify what he's saying, though.” Spencer told her. “Can you check that?” He asked this time turning towards Y/N as she began to type one her computer, accessing records.

“A stray bombing in a bazaar, somewhere in Egypt,  approximately 30 years ago.” Y/N mumbled as she filtered her search.

“When the rubble was cleared, half of my family was dead. It was on that day that I swore my life to vengeance for Allah.” He continued.

“And for that very reason, those holding you here can never let you leave.” Gideon told him. “Your only hope is to tell me, so I can, hopefully, one day, share your struggle with the world.”

Simultaneously, in Annandale, Morgan, Hotchner and a SWAT team got ready to raid the location found through their coded messages. The trailer, located right at the center of the construction site, had its lights of and nobody else seemed to be around the area. Still, they hoped to find what they were looking inside and finally be able to put an end to the case.

“I’ve got nothing.” Y/N stated. “There aren’t any records. Nothing to match his story.”

“Was he lying then?” Emily asked.

“Maybe.” Y/N answered. “But not entirely.” She added. “He seemed… moved by it. Could he be telling someone else’s story? Someone he knew perhaps?” She questioned but before they could keep theorizing, Spencer’s phone interrupted.

“You've got Gideon, Prentiss, Y/L/N and me.” He said putting it on speaker.

“It's Hotch. We're at cell location number two. No cell members. No lab, no dispersal devices.” He informed them. His word discouraging. “We're still looking for escape tunnels.”