Disclaimer: I do not own, just play in the sandbox. Spoilers: up to and before and including "Lauren"

Worry not! I am still working on my other story, this one has just been sitting on my mind for a bit now and I couldn't shake it.


Dr. Spencer Reid was frustrated. He'd had his fair share of difficult unsubs, sure, but this one was different. The BAU had been called to Omaha for a particularly gruesome case. Not gruesome by means of murder, but thirteen dead teenage boys in a week is nothing to ignore. Each boy was found dumped haphazardly on the side of a well-traveled road. Each of them shot in the head once. Execution. The BAU had arrived the night before and already had an unsub in interrogation.

It would seem like this was an open and shut case. If the guy would talk. They managed to catch him because the would be 14th victim, Mark, had caught the man off guard, punched him and ran off to a public area. The man followed him only to be grabbed by two cops who were lunching in the area.

Clearly, this was the guy. The problem was that the team could not get him to talk. Him chasing a kid wasn't exactly incriminating. Mark gave his account of things and could only tell the aftermath, not the actual kidnapping part. They needed proof of this man's guilt or he would walk. He could just say that he was helping the kid, and the case would just end up being a he-said-he-said.

The unsub had no name on record, he wouldn't speak to them, he didn't have a weapon on him, and the building the kid ran from had nothing on it as well. It was too perfect for him to be innocent. Garcia was baffled, she can never NOT find information on someone. It was clear that this guy was well trained. In what? That's what they needed to find out.

That's why Reid would be doing the interview. Hotch, Rossi or Morgan would be too expected for this guy. Seaver was still too green to handle him, even after being with the team for two years. Reid would go in, the tall, thin FBI agent that doesn't look threatening at all. He would at least throw the guy off a little. Maybe.

"Reid, you ready?" Hotch walked into the conference room where the team had camped out.

Snapping out of his reverie, "I guess I have to be…I just wish I had a jumping off point with this guy."

Reid stood up from his chair, he could feel his limbs protesting just a little from lack of movement. Hotch handed him a file folder, nothing inside it but a couple of blank pages and a couple of pictures. Just for show, more proof of how infuriating this unsub was.

"Morgan, Rossi, Why don't you go check out the road again. He managed to dump thirteen boys on a busy road and not be seen. See if you can figure out how."

Both men nodded at the unit chief and left the room. Hotch took one last look at Garcia and Seaver before following Reid to the interrogation room.

The interrogation room was mundane, like they all are, with white walls. The door and the two-way mirror resided on the same wall, both leading to the observation room. Reid took note of the fact that the observation room, as well as the interrogation room, could be locked from the outside. Two separate doors to protect the outside world from the evil lurking within. Hotch looked through the glass and grimaced. The lines on his face deepening with the mounting concern that this man might just walk. They could only legally hold him for 48-hours with no evidence.

Reid stepped through the door. The unsub looked toward him with an uninterested expression and immediately went back to looking at a spot on the wall. Clearing his throat, and purposefully stepping into the man's line of sight, Reid began, "My name is Dr. Reid. I work for the FBI's Behavorial Analysis Unit."

Silence.

"Do you know what that is?"

Silence.

"Alright…It means even with your silence I am still getting everything I need from you. I am trained to figure people out."

Nothing.

"You are highly disciplined in avoiding interrogation tactics leading me to believe you are part of an organization or you used to be."

Silence.

"Eventually you will slip up, and we will catch it."

Reid wasn't sure of this, but he damn well made sure to make sure his voice sounded confident. The interrogation went similarly for the next couple of hours. Reid talking and getting absolutely nothing from the unsub.

Hotch had been watching Reid through the mirror the entire time, hoping to catch something the young doctor didn't. So far, absolutely nothing was going in their favor. Rubbing his eyes he took a step back and paced the room. The interrogation wasn't the only thing on his mind. Something felt off about this case. He could feel it, looming right over his shoulder but he couldn't place it.

Sighing he walked over to the water cooler and grabbed a paper cup. His phone buzzed in his pocket, indicating he had a text. Placing the cup on the table he checked his phone only to see a message from someone unexpected.

"Where in the Omaha precinct are you?"

He was a little alarmed that JJ knew where he was exactly but he'd ask about that later.

"Observation room #3, near the left entrance," he quickly replied.

Hotch hadn't seen JJ since the wake for Emily Prentiss. Seeing as they both shared a rather sensitive secret, it was best that they don't speak to each other except for work. He'd spoken to her on occasion on consults and it wasn't unheard of for her to supply information for cases, but seeing her was a different thing. Maybe their unsub was higher up than they initially assumed. That would explain why Garcia couldn't find anything, she wasn't supposed to.

The door to the observation room opened and shut quickly. Hotch turned to greet JJ, only to be confronted by dark hair, dark eyes and a fair complexion. He quickly moved to make sure the blinds to the observation room were closed and stood in front of the door to prevent anyone from entering.

"Emily…what-?"

"You'll understand soon enough, Hotch."

She made for the door of the interrogation room before he could stop her.

Reid wasn't sure how long he'd been talking to this guy. He was no where closer to knowing anything about him, let alone his name. And we was tired of calling him "you". Before he could start his next line of questioning the door all but exploded open. A blur of dark hair rushed past him and went straight for the unsub, grabbing him by the lapels of his shirt and slamming him into the wall behind the table.

"Amadeus, where is he?"

Reid stood shocked, mouth hanging open. How was this possible? The questions flickered through his eyes. Hotch placed a hand on his shoulder, "Reid, I need you to make sure no one comes into the observation room. Not a single soul, do you understand?"

Reid was still starring but nodded and left to guard the door. The man Emily had IDed as Amadeus looked equally as alarmed but quickly recovered.

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Really?" Emily slammed him into the wall once again, "I'm not sure you want to lie to me right now."

"What are you going to do? You can't hurt me without getting into trouble from your people."

She rolled her eyes and forced him to his knees next to the table, pressing his neck against the edge effectively blocking his windpipe.

"Your 'man' killed me, so technically Agent Hotchner and his people have no control over me. Need I remind you that Ian taught me his ways of torture? Need I remind you that I have absolutely nothing against killing you and I'm pretty sure Agent Hotchner wouldn't stop me."

Amadeus was only able to make a gagging sound in protest.

"Do you WANT to test that theory?"

He raised his hand and hit it weakly against the table twice. Emily grabbed him by the lapels again and forced him to the chair.

"Answer my questions. Answer THEIR questions. Or I will hurt you."

Rubbing his neck, "You know, back when you were Lauren I was convinced the only reason you were with him was to kill him and take over his company. I must say, if I were to ever betray Ian it would be for you."

Hotch watched Emily. If that statement made her feel anything, she didn't show it.

"Where is he?" Her voice wavered slightly, not in terror but with anger.

"Not in town," Amadeus started, "but nearby."

"Why?"

"I'm certain you know that answer, do you need me to confirm it?"

"No. Sit tight."

Hotch and Emily exited the room and joined Reid in observation. Reid finally managed to organize the words in his head into a sentence, "How are you here?"

Emily opened her mouth to explain but Hotch interrupted her, "Is JJ here?"

Looking at Reid, she responded to Hotch, "She helped me sneak in here without being seen and then went to talk to the team. She isn't filling them in about everything yet, just telling them that this guy was on her radar."

Hotch nodded, "I'll go see what she has, Reid stay here with Emily. She stays here."

The door opened and shut just as quickly as before. Emily looked to Reid and was about to say something when she furrowed her brow.

Reid took note of this, "What's wrong?"

"I have to talk to Garcia," she moved to the door.

He blocked her movement, "No, you can't. Hotch said th-"

"'Hotch said'? Really? You know wh-No. Alright, you go then. Go tell Garcia to search financials for a 'Declan Doyle'. He hasn't been using that name but Ian might. To make this symbolic."

"Symbolic? What's he doing?"

"Reid, thirteen dead teenage boys? He's looking for his son! Somehow he found out he was in Omaha, but he clearly doesn't know where he is precisely or he would have him by now. I'm the only person who knows the exact location and I took that with me to the grave, but Ian is smart, eventually he would have found something. I just never thought he'd get this close before I got him. Reid, go."

"Alright…but I'll have to lock you in…Hotch said that you can't leave."

"Go ahead. Now, go! Remember, make it seem like you came up with this, not me."

Reid nodded, left the room and locked the door.

Running into the conference room, Reid awkwardly waved to JJ and turned to Garcia, "I need you to search financials for me."

"Alright, babe, what's the name?"

"I assume JJ's already told you of our unsub's affiliations?"

He looked nervously towards JJ to make sure he's not out of bounds, she nodded almost too slightly to be noticed.

"Indeed, he works for the scum of the earth and we'll find him and give him what's coming to him! And by 'we' I mean you guys."

"Search the name 'Declan Doyle'. I think he might be searching for his son and he mig-" Reid stopped and suddenly looked concerned, "She's the ONLY one who knows where he is!"

Reid ran from the room, Hotch, Rossi, Morgan and JJ hot on his heels. Seaver and Garcia right after them. He quickly made his way to the observation room and didn't even need to get all the way there when he saw the door was wide open.

"Crap!"

Hotch, stern expression present, checked to see that Amadeus was still there, "Reid, what did she say exactly?"

"I don't know! She said that she was the only…How did she even get out of there? There is no way to unlock that door from the inside of that room!"

"Reid!"

"I guess what we learned from this is that you should never leave me alone with a trained spy! How did she even.."

"REID, What did she say?"

"She said that she was the only one who knew precisely where Declan was! I think she's gone to confront him! Why does she keep doing that?"

Morgan stared at JJ, "What is he saying?"

Rossi looked at Hotch, expression unreadable.

JJ cleared her throat, "Emily's alive..has been. She's been in hiding.."

A sob erupted from Garcia's throat as she is kept from falling by Seaver.

"She can't have gotten too far," Hotch declared looking around at his team, "We can go through this later, right now we need to go after her."

They burst through the doors of the precinct all dead set on getting to the SUVs when they are stopped in their tracks. Emily Prentiss was just sitting out on the curb. An exasperated sigh escaped Reid's throat, "Really?"

She slowly stood from her spot and responded, "I'm tired of being locked up in rooms alone. I just needed to get some fresh air; I didn't mean to alarm anybody…more than expected anyway."

JJ gave her a sympathetic look, "We thought maybe you'd-"

"I know exactly what you think I did, I'm not stupid enough to make that mistake twice. I've already died twice for this man, it's his turn."

"Do you have a plan?"

"You need to call a press conference."

"Alright, what do you want me to say?"

"Not you…me."

Hotch grimaced, "No, that is a horrible idea. I forbid it."

"Forbid it? Alright, do you have a better idea?"

Silence.

"I didn't think so. JJ, Press conference."


Next chpt. for either this or my other story will be up shortly! I hope you enjoyed it!