Hey, Im ScarletReidGubler this my first fanfiction, well I mean the first one I have put on here at least. Please tell me what you think. I know the first chapter kinda sucks and just like jumps in there but i PROMISE it will get better I have a great idea. Anyways, let me stop rambling, hope you enjoy, my dears.

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Chapter One: The Plan

In their home of Quantico, Virginia, they had a new case with a tricky ass unsub. They had profiled that he was a notebook sexual-sadist, who robbed and used banks as torture chambers. He had already robbed 7 different banks, and killed at least 70 people. The reason the team said he was a sexual sadist was because he was obsessed with any beauty. He also played sick games with his victims, his only surviving victim told the team that the unsub told him that he had the choice to either strip in front of everyone or let him, the unsub, spit in his mouth. He chose to strip. They had a perfect suspect, Steven Jamesons, but they didn't have enough evidence to put the scumbag away for the rest of his miserable life. They then came up with a plan….

"Okay. Morgan, Emily, and Reid you'll go into the bank, wired, we'll be able to see, hear, and talk to you. JJ, Rossi, and I will go back to headquarters and pick up Garcia, we will bring her with us to the small building, with monitors of the bank, we'll be staying at while watching you", Hotch stated politely.

As they left the small coffee shop they were in and separated into the two black SUV's, Reid had an uneasy feeling that wouldn't go away. He wondered out loud, "If the unsub is a sexual-sadist, what's the point of robbing the banks?" His wondering didn't go unnoticed by Morgan who raised an eyebrow then said, "Yeah he doesn't make any sense, but do they ever?" "Maybe robbing banks or just the plain robbing is in his comfort zone", Prentiss chimed in. "Maybe", Spencer mumbled.

When they finally pulled in the banks parking lot, Morgan began to call Hotch, but as if Hotch read his mind, Morgan's phone began to ring; before he answered he smirked a little at the thought. "Hey Hotch were in the parking lot about to go in", Morgan said with determination. Hotch started talking. "Hey Morgan, Garcia wants to talk to you." Hey my chocolate stud muffin, miss me. Rawrooorawr" she said confidently. As of that all seriousness was gone at the moment. "Sure did sweet cheeks; you know I always miss my main girl", Derek smiled. "Oh Derek Morgan, you, anyway I just wanted to say I love you, always, and take care of Em and my cute boy genius, okay" she said sadly. His reply "Of course momma and I love you too." "Bye." "Bye." They then went in the bank and it was….quiet. Two hours later…

"Maybe he went to another bank, or just decided that he wasn't coming today" Morgan complained into the tiny microphone hooked to his clothes hoping Hotch would let them leave and go home and sleep. His hopes were smashed when he heard Prentiss say "Morgan! Reid! he is here" before running back to her stop by the windows. She looked and saw Morgan in his position by the wall and the security guard, and Reid in his spot by the only open register. He walked in and started walking towards the register, he knew the FBI where here and he knew who they were. He started laughing really loud, "Do you think I'm a dumbfuck", he quickly grabbed the closest person next to him.

Reid winced when he felt an arm go around his waist and he was being yanked by it towards the person the arm belonged too. This was of course there unsub, Steven. "Steven Jamesons you're under arrest for the… Derek didn't get to finish his sentence when he saw the man's arm was around Reid's small form and he had pulled Reid against his body.

"Well aren't you a pretty thing."

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