Save me, Doctor {Spencer Reid} {Completed}

Two

"Hey pretty boy, wake up." Derek spoke as he patted Reid on the back. He shot up and wiped the drool from his mouth. He wiped at his eyes to get rid of the crust that had formed around them. He squinted up at his superior since the lights were bright in the station.

"Head to your hotel room and freshen up; we need you to talk to the witness." Hotchner spoke to Reid. He nodded once and grabbed his things as quickly as he can before running off to the hotel. "Go get the girl." He spoke to Morgan who was still standing next to him.

About an hour later Spencer came walking through the door. He kept his head low since it felt like all eyes were on him, and they were. He met the team in the room they were given to go over the case. They were all sitting down doing loads of paperwork. He cleared his throat and they all turned to look at him. He set his bag down on the floor once Hotch stood up.

Hotch walked out of the room and started for the interrogation room. He stopped in front of the door and looked at Reid. "She said she'll only talk to you. I'll be on the other side of that glass monitoring everything." Reid nodded to his superior and they walked into the separate rooms.

When the door opened, her head came off of her knees and looked over at the lanky kid. "Hey Spence." She spoke his way. He smiled his awkward smile and waved at her.

"Mavis." He spoke softly before sitting down in the chair across from her. She put her legs down, crossing them on the chair. She placed her hands in her lap, keeping her gaze on him.

"Why am I still here?" She asked quietly to him. He swallowed back harshly and looked away.

"We...need you to tell us about the incident so we can file this away." He spoke to her.

"You..." she started. He looked at her and nodded.

"I'm sorry. It's the only way we can close the case. We need you to recall the day it all happened and the day we picked you up and everything in between so we can close this." He spoke. He didn't want her to have to do this, but it's what he had to do.

"For you, anything." She spoke to him softly. He nodded and whispered a thank you. She let out a long breath as she closed her eyes. He adjusted in his seat as he watched her actions. The rest of the team was behind the glass watching what was unfolding.

"It...it was late. I had just come home from my job. It was a really shitty night that night. The customers were extra awful. Cat calling me every chance they had and even complaining about the smallest things. I couldn't wait to get home and take everything off and just sleep. I took one step into that house and a smell I could never forget instantly filled my lungs. It almost made me throw up. I walked around my house aimlessly trying to find that smell, but I couldn't pinpoint it. When I got into the kitchen I stepped in something. It was squishy, but I knew it was a thick liquid. I tried turning on the lights, but the fuse was blown out. I grabbed my phone from my back pocket and turned on the flashlight. That's when I saw my mom.

She was laying there in a pool of her own blood. Every major artery severed. She was still dressed in her evening clothes. They hadn't even gone to sleep yet. I nearly busted down into tears right there. I didn't want to face what happened to the rest of my family. I saw death take over her once youthful eyes. The bright blue color was faded over and grey. Her mouth was gaped open as if she was screaming for her life as it drained from her body ounce by ounce. The only thing that kept me going was knowing she didn't suffer long. Seeing one of my best friends laying there lifeless was hard to face.

I covered my mouth and continued my trek through the house. My dad was sitting on the couch, beer in one hand, controller in the other. Single gunshot wound to the head. He never saw it coming, he never had a chance. I had to walk up to him and close his lifeless eyes. The feeling of his faded brown eyes glaring into my soul was something that was getting under my skin." She spoke shakily as she placed her hands on the table. Reid slowly moved his hands to grab hers in his. She smiled faintly at the warming touch as she continued the awful memory.

"When I found my brother, he was bludgeoned to death with his own lamp. He was lying face down into his pillow, wearing his favorite pj's. As awful as it was to look at, he looked peaceful laying there. There wasn't much of a struggle. He was the only one who suffered the most. How he didn't hear the gunshot, I don't know, and I'd like to keep it that way. I want to keep the innocent memory I have of my younger brother safe. He was so naive and I liked it that way. He didn't know the awful truths the world holds around every corner. He never needed to see anyone like I had, especially his own parents. In the long run, I'm happy it was me that found them instead of Jack...

I made my way to the bathroom since the smell was making my stomach churn with every bloody step I took in that house. I leaned over the toilet and I started to gag when everything went black.

I woke up with my wrists bound and my ankles bound with rope. The knots were too tights for me to try and wiggle my immensely small wrists out of. I had duct tape over my mouth probably so I couldn't scream. I was shoved into a small room that only had a dirty mattress on the floor. I tried to find a way to get out, but to no avail since I couldn't exactly stand up." Her grip on Reid's hands got tighter as she delved into the memory.

"Everything felt like a long nightmare and I was hoping and praying I was going to wake up soon. I'm not much of a religious type, but if God could make miracles, I was hoping I was about to get one. I don't know how long I was there. I couldn't see outside. Every hour, or at least that's what it felt like, he would come in and do things to me, things I can't even repeat." Small teardrops were forming at the corner of her eyes. She blinked slightly and they slid down her cheeks and crashed against the table.

"It's okay, Mavis. Keep going." Reid whispered to her. She nodded slightly and took a long breath to try and calm herself down.

"He...he raped me. He kept my mouth shut and would only undo the ankle bindings. He would purposely leave bruises and cuts on my body. He would say over and over again that I deserved it; I deserved it for what I did to him. He kept saying I cheated on him and that I was soon going to pay the price. He berated me and abused me while he fucked me. Then the next minute he was being nice to me and letting me eat. I didn't know what to do. I wanted to be terrified and scared for my life, but I knew I had to remain calm and play along with his psycho delusion. It was so damn hard to stay calm.

I thought about ending it all. He gave me cutlery when he gave me food, but it was plastic. I could kill myself with that, somehow. I could find away. I almost begged him for the sweet release of death. Dying would have felt better than what I was being put through every hour. The thought of suicide never left my mind even as I was stabbing him with his own knife. If it wasn't for you and your team coming in when you did, I would have taken my own life." She let out a breathy laugh at the thought of them mistaking him for taking his own life after killing her.

"He was about to kill me. He came in, blade at the ready, and I don't know what strength came over me, but I managed to knock him back with my feet. The rope had come loose enough around my wrists for me to wiggle my wrists out of the binding. I quickly undid my ankle bindings. By this time he already had the knife back in his hand. What he didn't expect was that I had martial arts training and I know how to turn a weapon against someone. That's what I did. I penetrated the main artery in his chest and then I couldn't stop myself. The mix of adrenaline and freedom was pulsing through my veins and I just kept stabbing him in the chest and face. I didn't know what came over me. I couldn't stop. That's when your team came through and stopped me; and now we're here." She spoke the last sentence softly. She slowly opened her eyes and Reid was sitting there with shock expressed all across his features. She took her hands back away from him. She kicked her feet back up, and hugged her knees to her chest.

"Now you know. I want to go home now..." she spoke as she rested her forehead against her knees. Reid nodded and said a small thank you before leaving the room.