Disclaimer: I obviously don't own Criminal Minds but the plot? AAAAALLLL Mine[:
A/N: I have wanted to go with this plot for like ever now. No i'm just kidding. It came to me while washing dishes. Don't get me wrong, I LOOOOVE Reid, he is my absolute favorite but I just wanted to play with him & with the other characters reactions. There will be more to come if you think it's good so REVIEW & tell me whatcha think!
Spencer Reid looked over the sight unfolding in front of him.
He was is a house in the suburbs of Alanta. Jack Michealson was holding a gun to eight-year-old Tammy Simmons, her parents bound and gagged on the floor beside the couch.
"Put the gun down or I swear I will shoot her! Don't think I won't." Michealson yelled at Reid.
Reid knew he would shoot her without a backwards glance. That was how he killed his last four victims. All children. He would have gladly kept on doing it had the BAU not stepped in. And without the slightest bit of remorse either.
He wished desperatley the rest of his team was with him. They had split up six people into five different directions. Morgan was supposed to be coming with Reid but Hotch decided against it, since they thought the last place their unsub would be would be back at the girl he kidnapped's house. Boy were they wrong.
Reid layed his gun on the floor beside him. Michealson just laughed. "That was a dumb move boy." Before Reid had a chance to react, he heard a gunshot and it all went black.
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The neighbors heard the gunshot and immediantly called the police. Paramedics rushed to the scene, following quickly behind the two vehicles holding the rest of the BAU team.
Inside of each car, everyone was silently hoping for the best. As soon as the police got the call, they notified Hotch, who was collecting everyone else from the team since everywhere else was cleared. They hadn't got an 'all clear' from Reid. They immediantly left.
Each team member was silently praying that their friend was fine,unharmed, and safe.
If Reid's hurt, it will be all my fault. He could be dead. No. I won't think like that. Reid had to shoot Michaelson. That was what happened, Hotch thought but this thought did not comfort him. He knew in his gut, that something was wrong. He watched the road, not letting himself think.
Morgan's thoughts were along those same lines. I should've gone with him. This is all my fault.
They reached the house before his thoughts could continue. There was a small crowd watching and gathering behing the crime scene tape the police had put up.
Here we go thought Morgan as he entered into the house.
Sounds came from the back bedroom down the hall. They rushed into the room quickly. What they saw made them all want to break down right there. After a second of stunned silence, JJ started crying. Hotch ordered her and Agent Prentiss to leave when he noticed they were both crying.
On the bed Mr. & Mrs. Simmons were tied up and had duct tape across their mouths. Tammy was cowering in the corner, tears streaming down her face. The window was shattered from where Jack Michealson must have left.
But the worst of it all was the body lying in the middle of the floor with a gunshot wound in the middle of his chest, blood soaking the floor and covering the surfaces near it, his gun laying about a foot away. It was the body of the agent they had all come to know and love. It was the body of Spencer Reid.
