Finishing The Deed (Book #2 of Trails of a Psychopath)

Not Again

Chapter Eighteen

"The only thing we have to fear is fear itself."

~Reid's POV~

The air seemed thinner, it was beginning to get harder to breathe. I watched Rachel's body being rolled into the operating room...AGAIN. I looked back at the man who was being shoved into the hallway, spewing nonsense the entire way. His eyes were wild and crazy, his hands covered in Rachel's blood.
He had tears running down his dirt smeared face, but he was laughing. Laughing so hard he was heaving for breath as he tried to stop. I shook my head, feeling anger rise in my throat. J.J and Rossi looked at each other before walking to the window and staring down at the girl. She couldn't have survived the fall.

"Hello, Dr. Reid. I wanted to thank you and your team for what you guys just did back there. Not only did you save Rachel, but you prevented harm to my other patients. Thank you."

The doctor flipped through some pages on his clipboard, looking at me from time to time and moving his lips silently as he scanned the data. He sighed and lowered the clipboard back down.

"As you could see, she was still alive when we wheeled her out of here. She lost a lot of blood, but thankfully we are in a hospital. We're doing s blood transfusion now and patching her lacerations up. The blade did not sever any serious arteries, but there is going to be some nasty scars."

I talked to him for a few more minutes before he left to check up on Rachel's procedure. Morgan came over to me and patted me on the shoulder. I could see the frustration swimming in his eyes, his hands clenched tightly into fists at his sides. I looked down the hallway where the cops were holding the man. JJ informed me that the redhead girl that fell out the window broke her neck, killing her. He was the only one left now.

"I'm going to go talk to him...see if I can get anything out of him." I said to Morgan, seeing him nod and let me go.

Once the man saw me coming, his smile widened and he held his head high to me. I kept my face blank as I stood in front of him. I nodded to the other cops and watched them walk away. It was now just me and him.

"Well, hello there, detective...can I call you hat? Beautiful day, isn't it? Seeing your little girlfriend almost bleed to death is quite a rush, I must say." He stated sarcastically, chuckling a bit afterwards.

I watched his hands fidgeting in the handcuffs, his left knee slightly bouncing in place, his brow sweating in little droplets on his forehead. His confidence was just a facade now that the girl is gone. His power was dwindling. He was nervous.

"I wouldn't be saying that, especially since your partner outside is dead."

My sentence made him completely freeze, the smile on his face melting away into a look of horror. Tears filled his eyes no matter how hard he tried to hold them back. I knew now how to break him, that girl was his weakness. He cleared his throat and started shaking his head.

"What the hell? They...I thought she was just hurt. I thought she was okay...she's dead? Oh my god...she's dead." He muttered, his voice cracking.

I looked down at him, feeling absolutely no pity. I leaned down towards him, making him look up at me.

"Tell me, is there anyone else coming after Rachel? Anyone else we should be concerned of? You're done, this is Game over for you. You might as well just tell me."

  He nodded to me, forcing out a chuckle. He frowned at me, his eyes narrowing. I looked at him closely, looking him in the eyes. He couldn't keep contact with me, his eyes quickly turning to the left. In the silence, I could hear his breathing pick up in the last few seconds. Sweat trickled slowly down his face but he paid no atention to it. He may be good at killing, but he was no good liar. I could see right through him.

"Maybe you do, maybe you don't. I would be very careful if I was you, detective. Just because I didn't finish the job...doesn't mean that it's over with."

The change in his demeanor made me have a weird feeling in the pit of my stomach. I looked over to see him looking into my eyes. What I saw was not human...it was a monster. I internally shivered and called the cops over while I walked away.
He got up from his chair as the cops held him back. He was screaming nonsense at me at the top of his lungs, causing strange looks and fear from the others around him. It was like a light switch, calm and nervous one minute and a vicious animal the next.

"I'LL RIP YOUR HEART OUT, DETECTIVE!YOUR'E DEAD MEAT, YOU HEAR ME!? DEAD!"

The officers finally got him sedated as they hauled him away from the hospital. I walked outside and over to Hotch and Rossi as they stood by a stretcher and talked. When I arrived, they pulled back the white sheet, showing the redhead who had fallen out the window.
Her head was turned at an unnatural angle, her eyes still stuck open wide. The white sheet was soaked with blood where she had been shot twice. Her bright hair blowing gently in the breeze. It always a haunting image seeing someone die and then have to look over their corpse.

"We figured out this girl's name was Jasmine Walt. She was 23 years old, committed into the institution with Rachel's father and the man upstairs about two years ago. The man you talked to Reid, is named Charles." Rossi said, his eyes lingering on the girl's face before returning back to me.

I nodded to him, adding a few more notes to my notepad.

"He cracked once I told him this girl, Jasmine, was dead. He says there are more coming but I could see he was lying. Still, he did sound pretty serious when he talked about finishing the job. It just have me a bad feeling."

Hotch nodded and looked back at the hopsital doors. Soon, peramedics came and strolled the stretcher away, leaving just us three outside.

"Do you really think he has other people that are coming?" Hotch asked me.

"No, I don't believe there is anyone else out there. To be safe though, I would stay alert and keep an eye on Charles. He is not stable at all, I worry he might try again."

Once that was said, we all left to go back inside. Hotch called the penitentiary to make sure Charles was locked up tight. Morgan and J.J were standing in the waiting room, a cup of coffee in their hands.

"Is Rachel alright?" I asked quietly, trying to see through the little windows on the operating room.

They nodded to me, making releif go through my body. I just hope she understands why I did it.

"She should be coming out in a little bit, then we can see her. Smart idea Reid, putting the medicine in her food. We had no idea how hurt she was." J.J said.

I couldn't help but feel guilty. I knew the situation would've been worse if I never did anything, but I broke a promise. I shrugged and sat down, staring at the tiles.

"Hey, don't be worried. She will understand that you only did this to care about her. It could've gotten a lot worse." JJ said, sitting beside me and nudging my shoulder.

"You can see Rachel now. She's very tired and disoriented, but she's awake." A voice said from the doorway in front of us.

Everyone around me gladly got up and walked in. I stood up, waiting for everyone to walk in before slowly making my way to the doorway.

I hate hospitals.