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Before becoming an FBI agent you had to sit in many lectures covering vastly different subjects covering not only how to catch the criminal but also how to handle the victim. One lecture was over littles, while it was an overview for caregivers and basic knowledge for the littles, neutrals still had to educate themselves.
Classification weren't something publicly discussed frequently in the workplace which was something Reid was quite thankful for. No-one was required to state their classification as it could open the possibility of discrimination. There were people who believed littles to possess lower IQ or be incompetent which was scientifically inaccurate, outside of regressed state littles were exactly like everyone else.
A healthy little didn't need to regress more than once every two weeks at the least, a month at the max, unless they were to go through something traumatic. Even then with therapy they should bounce back like any other person. Littles only tended to involuntarily regress if it has both been a while and they’re under severe distress.
Pills were available to hold off regressions for certain situations however some littles used them daily, which although was legal was bad for their mental health. It made daily stress worse as they weren't coping and letting their bodies recover, littles who abuse suppressants therefor were more likely to regress involuntarily when distressed.
Typically if someone didn't state or hint to being a little or caregiver it was assumed they were neutral as it was much more common.
Hotch and Morgan were both caregivers. JJ, Garcia, Emily, and Rossi were neutral. Everyone currently on the team except Hotch assumed Reid was also neutral.
Reid had only regressed once in the last four years and it was two years ago after Tobias Hankel. He had been lucky enough that he was able to hold off till he was released from medical care. He was so thankful that Hotch and Gideon had taken him so the others hadn't discovered he was a little from the hospitals medical records.
Reid had honestly been relieved he held it together well enough under Hankel's torture to not raise suspicion. When he awoke from the seizure he could feel himself receding to distance himself from the terror which only pushed him further back.
He wasn't sure if he was regressed and had turned his brain off completely uncapable of handling the situation or if he had turned his brain off locking all of himself completely in his head with the drug induced visions.
Reid had killed him and his hands shook in horror as he began talking to him, his brain barely processing trying to protect him from all the trauma that had occurred within the last day. Watching the light fade out of his eyes and the burning feeling of regret in his chest was all he could take.
As he saw the flashlights through the trees he immediately searched out for Gideon or Hotch to hide behind hoping they would take him immediately to the hospital as any cooing would send him straight over the edge. Not to mention Emily was new and this being one of her first impressions was something he would never live down.
Spencer could feel him slowly falling into that inbetween state half-way through the hospital visit, still thinking like an adult but his motor skills were beginning to fail him and he felt the need to curl up and cry until someone held him.
The doctors were a bit confused as he seemed to not be regressed, the few signs he was showing could easily be pinned as symptoms of being kidnapped and drugged. Who wouldn’t be whining after what he’d been through. However the nurses kept their silence.
Although Reid had been hurt none of the damage seemed to need overnight care and the drugs were out of his system however they recommended him to not be alone. They told him he could request a visit with a neurologist if he noticed any new concerns as they could be related to his seizure.
Reid was happy as they left the ER not wanting to stare at the boring white hospital walls while the fluorescent white light burned his eyes and made a soft noise only his ears could hear.
After he was all bandaged they guided him back to the van, Hotch sitting in the back seat with him having pulled him to his side. Spencer slowly slid down, his head crooked into Hotch’s shoulder drooling out of his open mouth.
Spencer was lucky he had fallen asleep before he got on the jet with everyone else although it was so late they probably wouldn’t have picked up on it anyway. All of them ready to sleep, so exhausted they barely would've been able to crowd him with their relief of his safety.
As soon as they stepped foot in Virginia and he got in Gideon's car after being offered a ride home he dropped hard and fast.
Gideon wasn't a caregiver so he had never taken care of a little, including Spencer, however he had been a father for a while. A role he had lost and internally missed dearly.
Gideon had expected it, he knew Reid well and he could see that Reid was conflicted, he wasn't talking much and he was analyzing things like his head was cloudy. It was odd seeing him like this, everyone saw Reid for his brain but not for his heart that he kept tucked so deeply into his chest.
Spencer had started crying as he felt his body lose the tension it had been holding and Gideon pulled him closer as he drove Spencer to his home. As weird as it sounded he had grabbed a few little supplies one day just in case this ever happened since he doubted Reid himself even had any at his own home.
He had taken care of him that night which was one of the reasons Reid had conflicting feelings. Gideon often encouraged his repression by letting it go on however had taken care of him when he needed.
Gideon leaving by only leaving a letter broke his heart he had so carefully shown him. Gideon was one of the few people he had ever trusted enough to open up too and yet he idolized him anyway despite his sudden abandonment.
Reid and Gideon had never really talked about him being a little but they had an understanding from the beginning. Gideon had found out from his paperwork and due to Reid's lack of ever mentioning it he assumed there was some sort of trauma there, which had only been confirmed when Reid desperately pleaded and begged with him.
Reid had stumbled frantically into Gideons office closing the door behind him after leaving Strauss' office, "Gideon! You can't let them, I can't do it. You have talk them into ignoring it! Please."
Gideon stood up frazzled by the sudden emotional out-pour, Reid rarely reached out for help or sounded discombobulated, "Hey, Reid, calm down, tell me what's wrong," he had his arms out as Reid looked like he would collapse.
Reid fell into his arms and cried into his neck. He had a hard time being vulnerable and getting the words out, "the age test."
Gideon had continued to comfort him and negotiated with Strauss to get the testing dismissed by hinting that it would be distressful and arguing it wasn't too significant since he, Gideon, was on the team not to mention two actual caregivers.
Aaron just like Gideon only knew of his classification because of his paperwork, it was never discussed nor was it disclosed to the rest of the team. Aaron wasn't aware of his repression, Reid had never come off as incompetent in the field nor showed sign of regression while stressed so he assumed Reid privately coped well on his own time.
He was sure Reid used suppressants to stop him from regressing under high stress as easily but the majority of littles took them occasionally to plan days accordingly. Although sometimes Hotch did worry as there were many times they would go case to case with no downtime which was stressful for everyone on the team little or not.
He had assumed it was kept it a secret as he was already so young and clearly behind in social skills, not related to his regression, that him being a little would only give more reason for people to underestimate him although he was the most impressive person on their team.
Gideon had emphasized doctor for a reason.
Hotch had been genuinely shocked not that Reid hadn't dropped until they were off the jet but instead as soon as Tobias Hankel had begun hurting him. Most littles would have dropped out of fear even if they were intelligent agents or would have dropped involuntarily for preservation as most people wouldn’t be willing to hurt a little in headspace.
Since then he had kept a closer eye, it was complicated because it could mean Reid had taken good care of himself and didn't need to self-soothe even when scared or he could be repressing.
He had assumed he was right about the repression when he saw Reid begin relying on drugs on to cope. He had tried to support Reid without ever mentioning it but he regrets that now wishing he would have helped more.
Although Reid wasn't in touch with his little side cases involving littles were sensitive to him, and it didn't help that Hotch kept his eyes on him during the presentation.
"Two littles, Tyler Brown and John Miller, have been found dead. They were both white males in their late twenties. They both have bruises around their wrist showing clear signs of restraints and were starved," Garcia presented letting out a sad sigh. "They died of dehydration and had been reported missing from work before being found about a week later. They were both found wearing little clothes. The first boy was taken a month ago and kept for about eight days, the second boy was taken reported missing three days after he was found and was dead ten days after. I would assume he's going to kidnap another little in around three days so we need to hurry."
“Odd they hadn't been injured since he held onto them for a while. If it was just murder why did he kidnap them? Maybe some connection with dehydration or starving?” Emily suggested questionably looking at the photos.
"So, we're statistically looking at a neutral who feels powerless, maybe has a little as a boss. Or maybe a caregiver who is recreating a loss of a little? We need to figure out if the boys were regressed when they were kidnapped, it would seem so because of the clothing." JJ states as a possible profile.
"I actually doubt that its a caregiver. You said both boys were slightly dehydrated and were left with some bruising. Even if this caregiver hates littles it would be difficult for him to neglect or harm them in that way. Same with if it was a little. We're likely looking at a neutral who hates that a little has more power than him. Maybe not sadistic however since the injuries were minor although the starvation and dehydration suggest otherwise. Actually did you know that 75% of Americans are chronically dehydrated," he stated getting off topic, " If the clothing was put on after they were hostages then it was likely his way to degrade them." Reid corrected, rambling quickly.
"Okay, so we need to look at where they worked, who they were close too, their homes" Morgan instructs looking at Garcia. Hotch adds standing up, "as well as talk to the families, and look at the bodies. We can mainly look for neutrals but consider hurt or rejected caregivers too."
They all grabbed their go-bags to get on the jet while Garcia waved them away telling them to be careful before she began to look into the boys backgrounds. The whole team was irritated however, attempting to not let their bad moods show.
They had all just gotten home to Virginia the night before having been in North Carolina on a week long case where sadly even though they caught the killer only one victim survived.
Some slept like the dead that night, finally comfortable as their exhausted bodies relaxed into the bed eyes closing gracefully as they let sleep take them. A dark contrast to how the kids had closed their eyes until the darkness behind their eyelids consumed them.
Some coped differently unable to sleep with the overpowering guilt heavily crushing their chest. Reid tossed and turned even holding onto his only sentimental childhood item, a torn soft baby blanket, clearly loved but still well taken care of.
While it was relieving to be back in his own personal space after being overwhelmed in a hotel with the pressure to save lives keeping you awake with adrenaline so he couldn’t make his brain quiet. He felt like a soda shook up with the bottle cap still on.
He could hear his heartbeat in his ears.
He wanted to feel useful so desperately, needed the team to need him and letting them down made him feel worthless and undeserving of any praise of affection that he craved so hungrily. Gluttonous with his need for approval.
Waking up the next morning was a struggle and he was so glad that in spite of his intelligence he never got his driver's license because he was too tired to be trusted behind the wheel.
He let the cars gentle noises soothe him, happy that the driver didn’t initiate conversation. The film on his eyes and the cotton in his ears was finally beginning to dissipate having been woken up by a phone call from his deep sleep.
When Reid had walked Hotch had his poker face on, JJ looked like she could fall asleep sitting there and Morgan looked enraged. Garcia and Rossi came in with paperwork a few moment later clearly groggy with sleep.
Reid wondered if they could read how he felt.
Reid loved jet rides, although they could be cramped he found it very sensory soothing. While his mom never got a professional diagnoses it was assumed he was autistic. Most of the time his little tendencies showed were when he was overstimulated. He was decent at masking having done it a lot through school, he was already a target because of his age, being a 'freak' would only make it worse. It seemed that he was still different even when he attempted to fit in.
"So the bodies were found in the woods. Did the unsub take them from their houses?" Emily asked after Rossi restated the profile.
"I'm more confused on how he knew they were both littles," Hotch countered.
Morgan called Garcia, "Babygirl, see if Tyler or John worked at the same place or attended a similar building in which an unsub would see their medical documents such as a doctor."
"On it!"
Miller had been killed first and the was no struggle found at his home. Hotch asked the local police force to not enter Brown's home until they were on scene and gave a few more instructions.
When they landed they began to set up, expected to begin investigation as soon as on scene. Since it was already getting late and they wouldn't be able to interview the families Reid decided they should check into a hotel so the rooms were ready as they would have to sleep soon. It was bad to work unrested and there was nothing to work on at the moment.
Reid had already been close to running out of his suppressants on the last case so he knew he had to make a trip to get some more when he looked into his bag and saw that he had taken the last one the day before.
"Where you going kid?," Morgan questioned as Reid got ready to leave the room. Morgan had come along with him so they had two people to carry all the bags into the correct rooms and Hotch and the others stayed back and communicated with the local police.
Morgan had mixed feelings about rooming with Reid. He enjoyed being around Reid however he did a lot of mumbling while he slept and was a deep sleeper while Morgan wasn't. A mix of being in the F.B.I, naturally protective, and being a caregiver gave him an advantage as he woke up easier and perceived danger quicker meaning Reid kept him up all night.
"To grab us some coffee while we ponder around the table, I need caffeine, plus they're likely closing soon," Reid said putting on his bag. Morgan nodded in approval as he went to put the team's bags in the rooms they checked out, before making his way back to the police station.
Reid made his way down the street glancing at his phone for the directions before putting it back in his pocket memorizing it immediately. The sidewalk was somewhat busy with people having had the weekend off or having just gotten off at work, although it was dark out he enjoyed the soft glow the lamp-post gave lighting up the sidewalk and the bright lights given off by the buildings.
Reid liked nightlights which was likely related to his fear of the dark, it was quiet and peaceful which was something he could greatly appreciate considering he often felt over stimulated.
Reid made it to the pharmacy and was vexed to see the long line but he worked on calming himself. The stupid ass bright florescent light didn't help, he had never felt such a yearning to be standing on a crowded sidewalk. There was muted chatter around him of people communicating as well as the sounds of peoples feet shuffling on the floor.
He continued going over the case in his head using his visual memory to still analyze the photographs he had stared at previously subconsciously moving ahead in line when time.
"Hello! What can I grab for you today, Sir?"
Reid did a kind of whispered mumble however still made it clear enough to where he wouldn't need to repeat himself, "I need suppressants."
The pharmacist handed them to him in a bag with his ID and Reid grabbed it before shoving it in his and making his way to coffee shop to get back to the office with enough coffee for anyone.
When Reid arrived everyone was gathered around a table and had put the known information on a whiteboard.
"So was our unsub smart enough to trick his victims and track their routines well enough to kidnap them or were these random?" JJ asked.
"It seems so far he would be organized, kidnapping a victim for multiple days and refusing food or water hardly seems disorganized. I'm interested to know if his killings are mission oriented, lustful, or based on power and control." Hotch says writing on the board.
"So we can assume he's white," Morgan looks towards the police sitting in, "it's unlikely for killers to cross racial lines in cases like these."
A phone ringing caught their attention as Rossi who was sitting grabbed it and put it on speaker, "Garcia, have you found any connections? A similar caregiver or medical doctor?"
"Not yet, I need more information. I'm a genius not a magician. However I have good news and bad, which first?"
Reid chimed in, "good first."
"The drug and sexual report both came back negative," Garcia said to everyone's surprise.
"Okay," Emily ponders for a second, "so the unsub must be around the same age and stronger, he's likely tall and more muscular. A much older and weak man couldn't kidnap two twenty year old men, especially if they weren't regressed at the time."
They add to the board as Rossi continued, "So we know his reasoning behind the kidnapping is unlikely sexual. What's the bad news."
Garcia continued, "there was no link in their jobs, Brown was an artist and Miller was a nurse, neither were in power over another person."
"Well that puts us back to zero," Emily sighed nihilistically. They continued to brainstorm but not much could be done until morning.
"Alright, let's call it a night." Hotch ordered before shifting his eye contact to the police officers," first thing tomorrow you need to get me all documented cases on little abusers in the area ."
Morgan as predicted had a hard time sleeping with Reid's restless sleeping just a bed over so he was a bit cranky. Reid liked to lay half on his side and half on his stomach but he could squirm quite a bit and once again made noises.
Arguably they were cute until you had gone without sleep for far too long and had a long day of work ahead of you. While annoying though it did make his overprotective caregiving side relaxed to have proof that Reid was safe since he seemed to often be a target due to his clear lack of physical strength.
Morgan got up and had a nice big breakfast from the hotel with Hotch and Rossi while the others either used the time to sleep or shower, grabbing a small breakfast on their way back to the station. They waited as the others finished their breakfast although they had already discussed.
Hotch spoke, "Reid and JJ go talk to Brown's family then go to the morgue. Morgan, me and you will go see Miller's family and his home. Rossi, Emily, go to Brown's house and talk with Garcia about how he lured in his victims."
JJ drove the van as Reid sat in the passenger seat enjoying the quiet as JJ agreed to keep the music off as long as he gave her instructions on where to go. They made it to their destination to meet with Tyler browns parents quickly.
JJ and Reid made their way to the Browns doorstep before JJ knocked preparing herself to reassure the distressed family, especially since Reid struggled having emotional discussions with the adults or those without shared experience, even if he empathized.
JJ comforted the saddened family. "Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Brown, I'm so sorry for your loss, do you mind us asking a few questions?"
The couple both had red eyes and red noses due to the frequent pressure that came with wiping them. Their clothes were ruffled and furrowed wrinkles would fit perfectly with the expressions adorning their faces.
They waved both of them inside very willing to discuss, wanting to get justice for their son.
"Can you tell us a little about Tyler?," JJ asked softly.
"He was a very kind but intelligent man. He was so creative and he gave his all to everything he did, but he was generous. He donated to many different charities and volunteered at many places throughout the years. He was stubborn but a good man."
Reid nodded understandingly wanting to validate his respect for the deceased to the family, "Was there anyone he mentioned in terms of work or who maybe he hung out with acting different. Anyone new he invited into his house even like a plumber or delivery man?"
"No, Tyler tends to stick closely to his friends, he hasn't," she paused, "hadn't mentioned anything different and I'm sure he would mention if he got some sort of housework done."
"I'm sorry if this is insensitive to ask but I'm sure you know it is important to this case. Did Tyler have a caregiver, or a babysitter, was there anyone who looked after him when he was little?" JJ asked inquisitively, most littles had someone but so far no one had been mentioned which was a bit surprising. Not every little had a caregiver because some still regressed to an age they could take care of themselves but most wanted to share that childlike joy and innocence with someone they loved or at least trusted.
"No, Tyler was on suppressants, and he never went off them. We told him it wasn't healthy but there is only so much we could do. Some of his friends knew but it was just kind of an unspoken rule that he didn't want to discuss it," his Dad looked almost ashamed. He felt responsible.
They both nodded. Reid was hoping his awkwardness didn't show, this case was hitting a little too close to home right now.
"I mean I understand, he just didn't trust someone enough but I wish he could've gotten the chance to let go like that."
JJ drove them to the morgue as Emily and Rossi searched Tyler Brown's house with the local police joining.
"Well it's very simple, he definitely is very close with his family and friends," Emily said looking around his bedroom which they had saved for last. His paintings were hung all around his house showing he was obviously driven and proud of his work. He had many photographs all with reoccurring faces decorating his home.
"He wouldn't let anyone he doesn't know into the house without telling a family or a friend so considering there is no signs of struggle the likelihood of him being taken from his house is non-existent," Rossi analyzed.
They began to look through drawers and Emily furrowed her brows as she looked under his bed, "Rossi, there's no little supplies in this whole apartment, I mean not even a damn stuffed animal."
Rossi nodded, "Yeah I'm starting to get that. So he doesn't regress or he goes somewhere else."
Emily called Garcia as she got in the car, "Garcia, can you see if Tyler Brown is on any attendance sheets at any babysitting or daycare places nearby."
She was silent for a second as she looked, "Mmmm, sorry Em, I don't see anything for him or John Miller. I can try and see if they have any of the same friends. I already checked for anyone obvious they might've interacted with but nothing really gave me any red flags."
"It doesn't seem he was taken from home as there was no struggle so I would assume it's the same for Miller. Can you check the camera's that were on his way home?"
"Already pulling it up girlfriend!"
JJ and Reid began discussing with the mortician to see if there was anything they missed.
"Were there any other injuries besides the contusions left by the restraints?," Reid asked looking at the bruises on Brown. He compared with the photo from Miller who had already been buried.
"Their throats were raw, they both had been crying a lot. Nothing else besides they hadn't been fed or given water. The wrist suggest rope burn."
"I don't understand why he would take them just to let them die of dehydration," JJ stresses.
"If it weren't for the lack of injuries I'd say sadism because that is a quite painful way to die."
Hotch and Morgan finished talking to the Miller family who were less willing possibly because the local police had already talked with them and had found nothing. Loss affected everyone differently, they were more closed off. They said much of the same things, he was a good boy who hadn't seemed to meet anyone new and didn't regress which his house proved.
Emily speaks as Reid and JJ walk in while they get Garcia on the computer, "They weren't taken from their houses, Brown's house was clean and there were no little supplies at his house so the onesie had to have been put on post-mortem."
"Well according to Miller's family he didn't regress and his house showed no sign of struggle just as the paperwork said," Hotch stated matching up their information.
JJ added, "Brown's family said the same thing," she said confused, "So he's taking little's who repress their regression? How is he finding his victims?" Her eyebrow furrowed.
Garcia joined in, "I got video footage of Miller being yanked into a van against his will at two am having worked a very late shift at the hospital so there were no witnesses. The man was around six foot and bulky, I couldn't see his face and the clothes were generic. I couldn't get the plates, and the dark made it hard to see the color. I found a clip of Brown walking but there's no footage of him being taken, I know it was around twelve am. "
"If it's not someone they both know then he must have watched them to know when they would be alone. It can't be random," Morgan states.
"I still can't find any connection between friends and there was no shared phone number between the two" Garcia states frustrated.
"Garcia, see if any of them had been to the DMV or been stopped by a police officer lately, maybe it wasn't paperwork that the unsub had seen but their license," Reid suggest, his mouth open as usual when he thinks of leads. He only thought of it because he hated showing his license.
"Yes! Thank you boy genius, I wouldn't have thought of that."
"So is he specifically choosing his victims based on them being little or are characteristics important too. I mean the men were around the same age and look very similar, lanky with brown eyes and brown hair, so were these two just his first opportunities or were they chosen," Rossi ask. They had all considered it but it wasn't important to mention until they had more of a profile. Plus with a kidnapping span of about three days it would be hard to be picky rather than opportunistic.
That made Hotch freeze up, they didn't know how the unsub was finding his victims and he knew there was no way he could know about Reid so he anxiously ignored it.
Garcia continued to look over their social media profiles and records but wasn’t finding anything new. She checked hundreds of camera surveillances desperately to find the vehicle. Meanwhile everyone else continued to read over the paperwork, analyze the photos, and bounce ideas off one another.
Reid was finding himself tired though he was sure he wasn't the only one, he held back the urge to yawn. The team was flipping through old cases to find any similarities but coming back with nothing certifiable.
"Tomorrow morning we will check out the dump sites, everyone get some rest and be here early. He might be hunting his next victim now," Hotch told them as they all hurriedly got their belongings together.
The next morning was rushed, Reid took a shower to wake himself up having slept horribly. The uncomfortable blankets didn't help and Morgan had snored all night having fallen asleep first.
They all grabbed the complimentary breakfast on their way and ate in the vans.
Emily took a sip of her coffee and made a gross face, pursing her lips before teasingly pleading, "Reid, could you get us more of that coffee? This departments coffee is just, horrible. You can get there quicker than us with your perfect genius memory."
The team all looked to him obviously in agreement however didn't want to ask meanwhile Emily made a smirking face to mess with him.
"Fine, I can go get the coffee" he rolled his eyes. He had been learning how to have more playful humor.
Honestly, he enjoyed the break and they were all in desperate need of an energy boost.
It was much simpler walk since it was earlier on a weekday with everyone working so the sidewalk was much clearer. It was peaceful despite the lights being off, the sun bright enough to illuminate his surroundings.
He waited patiently in line observing the few other people in the building and took a seat as his larger order for the whole team was being made.
He had to balance the coffees to open the door as he walked out. He held the carton tray, that was not very sensory soothing making him cringe, with both hands as he made his way down the street listening to his feet patter on the concrete.
The sidewalk was empty giving him plenty of walking space as he continued back to the police station. Reid had a gun in the holster on his hip but the calm feeling was a distraction as he was caught off guard, a blindfold being wrapped around his eyes.
The blindfold reminded him when he had been bullied in college, taped to a pole and left there, it was the first time he had regressed.
The older kids were all circled around him as his heartbreak showed clear on his face while he realized the prettiest girl in school was pranking him. He was encircled with no way to escape as two bigger boys backed him up to the pole.
He was bait surrounded by gluttonous piranhas all desperate for an outlet for their teenage angst. His heart thrummed as he scanned for an exit.
He was sixteen at this time, close to finishing his first college degree and he had just been classified. He had lied about his regression knowing his mom couldn’t care for him and he couldn’t care for his mom the way she needed if he let himself be vulnerable. It was safer for both of them.
He felt the air dissipate as his lungs stood still in terror when they began to use their force and yank his hair to hold his head back and take away his sight. He was almost glad that he couldn’t see the mocking faces and the laughter he could hear.
He dissociated as they began to tie him up separating himself from the emotional distress and dread he was suffering. He went completely blank until they began throwing insults.
He felt helpless and began to sob, tugging against the rope to get his thumb free so he could put it in his mouth. Everyone continued to laugh, unaware of what was happening, until they got bored and left him like he was a toy a child forgot about after Christmas.
This time there was no tape.
He could feel a large almost suffocating hand cover his mouth, the man was bigger than him, and between the blindfold and the hot coffee he had just spilt on his pants there was really no way of getting out of the man's grasp or grabbing his gun.
Spencer tried to kick and bite, which horrified him, he could only imagine how many germs were now being transferred, but it all seemed to be useless. Spencer hadn't seen a van but he knows he is being put inside one as the man ties a rag around his mouth to prevent him from speaking and ties his wrist after slamming the door and sitting him down.
Reid would've put together the very obvious thought that they were all on suppressants if he wasn't so rejective of any thoughts on his own classification and if he didn't let his fear completely deny the possibility of being a possible victim.