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The team arrived at 65 Bridgewater road, ten minutes after the call came in. It had been a long couple of weeks between the constant chasing, guessing and the heartache from constantly arriving minutes too late to the crime scene. The victims found dead, and the unsub far away. All of them retreating hopelessly back to the station to regroups and try again with another futile attempt. All the while feeling hopeless and beaten.

But this time was different. They had received the call minutes after arriving back to the station, and immediately had bolted back to their vehicles and sped off into the night, heads and hearts racing. Each agent tired, but so motivated, as they all wanted to put this unsub where he belonged, and go home.

Now it seemed like everything was coming into place. The call. The location. The preparation. The timing. All the pieces were finally falling into their slots for the first time, in what felt like an eternity. This time the unsub would not get away. Not this time.

With the black SUV hidden from view from the unsubs house the team raced from the vehicle and dispersed to their earlier assigned locations, their partners in tow. Prentiss and JJ moved to the front, as Hotch, Rossi, and Gideon angled to the side, and Reid and Morgan headed towards the back. Their guns held stiffly in front of them.

Their hearts palpated like a wild drum. The excitement, fear, and adrenaline taking over. Their emotions all but consuming them.

The team, despite their various positions, mimicked one anthers movements as they barged inside. Voiced yelling "CLEAR" traveled through the house. The noise died down, and Hotch yelled, "He's not here! Everyone meet in the bedroom!" It was then, as they all gathered in the unsubs room, was it confirmed. The body of Winston Marcel lay slumped against the wall, blood seeping from his head from the single shot positioned in his temple. His eyes staring blindly at the wall in front. The gun hung loosely in his dead, now decaying hands. It was over. Finally. But not how any of them had expected, or wanted. He had murdered over 50 young woman, and have escaped again, permanently by the sweet release of death. The team had lost.

No one spoke making the silence seem unbearable. The muffled sound of the wind whistling through the trees filled the empty space.

"At least he can't hurt anyone else," Emily said, her voice like shattering glass against the noiseless abyss. No one responded. All eyes were trained on the man sitting slumped against the floral wall paper. The man who had, even in death, a grin plastered on his fat, revolting face.

Rossi said what everyone was thinking, "This sick son of a bitch, even dead, is still smiling. God, people like him make me sick."

Hotch leaned in and pulled the gun from the man's hand. He brought it close to his solemn face and sighed. "This man killed 50 people with this weapon. Sick bastard."

"Well technically he killed 51, if his death was included," Reid said, unable to hold back this correction to Hotch's simple mistake. The teams sad eyes drifted to Reid's skinny frame. Hotch gave him a warning look, his eyes cold as ice.

"Sorry," Reid mumbled, his gaze falling to the ground. "Not important."

"Man, after all this time, after all those murders the man goes and just shoots himself in the head!" Morgan yelled, thankfully inadvertently distracting the team from Reid's insensitive comment. "What kind of unsub goes on killing dozens of woman only to kill himself in the end?"

JJ spoke up, "None of us anticipated this. Our profile about this guy was just... incorrect."

"It should..." Reid couldn't focus on what Emily was saying. Incorrect? He thought to himself. How could they have been incorrect, let alone him? The profile of this guys clearly showed this guy wanted attention, why kill dozens of people to get recognition, only to commit suicide in the end? Something about this whole situation just wasn't sitting right with him. This reasoning that their profile had been wrong, didn't seem like a suitable explanation to why this guys would totally change motives, let alone mind set, and do this. They were missing a piece.

As the team was now in a heated discussion, with their bodies angled away from the unsubs', they failed to notice the agent as he leaned in close and skeptically examined the man. His dead eyes, and eerie smile making a shiver go down Reid's spine. That smug smile, something about it...

Gingerly, he lay his gloved hands over the man's body feeling for something that might satisfy his suspicion. He had the urge to move from the body, the smell was rotten and intoxicating, but he held firm and continued his futile search.

As his hands moved over the man's chest, Reid felt something hard hit his finger tips. What now? Slowly, his hands ripped at Marcel's shirt, the buttons easy to pull apart. The team's voices still sounded in the room, but the noise was nothing but a dull echo in the back of Reid's head. The ripped shirt had reviled something that he hadn't expected. And as his mind began to process what he was seeping, his body flooded with adrenaline as he jumped to his feet.

This sudden movement caught the teams attention and the room fell silent.

"Reid? What'..." Morgan began, but Reid cut him off. The fear in his voice made his team jump. Obviously catching them off guard.

"GUYS WE NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE, NOW!"

"What is.."Emily's voice trailed off, as her eyes saw what Reid had. "Oh God."

The whole team followed her stare and saw it too. The small silver box, smushed inside Marcel's butchered stomach. The bright red numbers getting smaller, smaller, smaller...

"GUYS! MOVE!" Reid yelled, pushing the team through the door. "STOP STARING AND RUN!" The team shuffled out of the room clumsily, as they were all still trying to process what they had just seen. A bomb. And there was only 60 seconds left.

A loud, high pitched clicking erupted in the back ground, as the BAU team rushed through the house shouting for fellow agents to evacuate. Almost all of them were out, their shock had clearly subsided, and the members became focusing on the others. All trying to make sure everyone was out and safe before the building went up in flames. But what they had neglected to notice as they had been leaving was muffled thud that had come from behind. The absence of one agent, as the place morphed into a mad house. Someone had been forgotten.

The team gathered behind their SUV's, hearts thudding heavily against their chests. "Rossi, Prentiss, Morgan, JJ, Gideon, Reid?" Hotch's voice almost took on a shrill quality. "Damn it where the hell is Reid?!" He shrieked, as only Hotch could, his eyes darting around the scene wildly.

"Reid?!" Morgan yelled, his expression clearly terrified, as he finally took notice of his best friends absence, his littler brother. He dashed from behind the SUV, and ran towards the house shouting, "REID! REID?!" Where was he? Still inside? How could he have not noticed? How the hell did he miss him? His mind, thoughts were becoming cloudy as he ran toward the unsubs house. Not caring about about the danger he was putting himself in. He knew that there was literally no more time. But he had to try. Reid was family and he would die for him, any day.

Morgan could hear the shrieks and cried from his team behind him, pleading, ordering, even begging him to turn around. To stop and save himself. Bastards, he thought. How could they leave Reid behind?

Then suddenly as he grew nearer to the house, he thought he saw movement. Were his eyes playing tricks on him or...YES! He saw it! Reid appeared in the doorway clutching it's frame unsteadily.

"REID!" Morgan shrieked, almost signing in relief. He was so close to his friend. He would make it. He would beat the time.

"NO MORGAN RUN! IM COMING! GO THE OTHER WAY!" Reid seemed to push off the door way with renewed strength and slowly made his way forward. Running on shaky unsteady legs. The two men were so close to each other. Nearly only fifty feet away. Morgan could make out his brothers features. His crazy, untamed brown hair. His frightened hazel eyes. The sly smile he gave him, despite his fright, as they met eyes.

Morgan chuckled to himself. He knew Spencer was going to be okay. He allowed relief to flood through his body, as he slowed his pace to a stop. He smiled.

At that moment, the house exploded in flames. The yellow, orange fire encasing the building in tendrils of bright hot fingers. There was a large crash and the smoke immediately filled the air. Morgan looked up, renewed horror filling his soul, as her heard a defeating CRACK. Before he could react, there was another loud bang and Reid disappeared from view. His grinning face and skinny figure encased in smoke and hidden as a large object fell between the two men.

It was then that Morgan heard the gut reaching shriek that could only belong to Spencer Reid.

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