Here's Chapter two. Thanks to all of you who have read my first chapter. Thanks for the reviews as well. Please keep reading and reviewing it really helps as the story develops.

Travers paced the room momentarily unconcerned with the fact that he had an injured man chained to the wall and that he'd just shot a federal agent. His only concern was that this was not what he had planned. He still had seven names on his list and he was nowhere near finished making them pay for what they'd done. How had it been so easy for them to figure it out and find him? Michael was the smart one and he would have made a much better plan.

Travers knew more agents would be arriving soon and his thought was confirmed when he heard noise outside. Glancing over at the two agents he moved swiftly to the front door window and saw a black SUV identical to the one already parked out front. Then the headlights of several other cars pulled up and uniformed men and women began getting out talking amongst themselves.

Rossi had tried calling Morgan and when he didn't get an answer he tried Reid, still no answer. He knew something was wrong. Hotch drove the two of them to the other location where they saw the other SUV. There was a light on inside the warehouse.

"This doesn't look good." Rossi said.

Hotch's phone rang, Derek's name flashed across the screen.

"Morgan!"

"No, I'm sorry to disappoint you."

"What do you want Travers?" Hotch shot a glance at Rossi.

"I want out of here. I've got unfinished business."

"I need to speak with my agents first."

"I'm calling the shots here!"

"I need to talk to my agents now or I can't help you." Hotch insisted.

Hotch heard the dead buzz as the call was abruptly ended.

Reid knelt beside Morgan as he laid on the floor bleeding. Travers bullet had hit him in his chest above his heart. Luckily, he was wearing a vest, but because of the closeness of range the bullet still managed to injure his partner. Reid tried to stop the bleeding with his hand but it wasn't working. Morgan was barely conscious and in a lot of pain.

"Morgan! I'm sorry, please don't die! This is my fault!"

Morgan tried to make sense of what was happening. He saw Reid pressing his hand over his heart and he felt himself fading into a fog. He had to get them out of there but he couldn't move.

"Why did you shoot him? You just made everything worse!" Reid yelled.

"They killed my brother!"

Travers kept pacing and talking, rubbing his forehead with one hand and the other holding the gun down to his side.

"My brother always knew what to do! He'd always tell me what to do to get us out of trouble!"

"Your brother is dead and you have to let us go. He needs a doctor!"

"Shut up! Let me think!" He yelled his voice shaking.

"Reid!" Morgan's voice a whisper strained with pain.

Reid looked down at Morgan fearfully, the morning's conversation suddenly hitting him full force in the face.

"Reid. Listen to me. You've got to calm him down."

Morgan grimaced struggling to sit up.

"Don't move. We've got to stop the bleeding…"

"It's not as bad as it looks. Help me sit up." Morgan's voice was a strained whisper.

Reid without further protest helped Morgan sit up. Travers quickly moved toward the two and pointed the gun at Reid's head.

"No talking!" Travers roared.

Reid froze his minded began to race and he knew it was up to him to get them out of this situation. Reid looked at Morgan who was grimacing against the pain leaning against the wall, eyes closed.

"He needs a doctor." Reid said calmly. "If he dies then you'll never get the chance to finish what you started."

Travers slowly lowered his gun and took a step back. Reid knew he'd made slight progress in getting through to this desperate man.

"Where are your handcuffs?"

"My handcuffs?" Maybe he had overestimated his progress, he thought.

"Yeah! Your handcuffs! And his too…get them! Now!"

Reid removed his hand from Morgan's wound and grabbed Morgan's cuffs and handed them to Travers.

"Now yours!" Travers shouted grabbing the cuffs from Reid.

Reid carefully took his cuffs from his jacket pocket and handed them to Travers as well.

"I need to stop the bleeding."

Travers looked around the room until he saw a roll of paper towels sitting on the counter over a small sink.

"There!" He pointed toward the sink. "Use those…"

Reid stood quickly and took a step toward the sink.

"And don't try anything smart or I'll finish your friend off right now." He pointed the gun at Morgan.

Nearly running, Reid rushed and grabbed the towels. Travers watched Reid while he unrolled several of the towels and wrapped them up and placed them under Morgan's vest. Morgan hadn't moved much since he was shot but he jumped and winced in pain as Reid put the towels in place.

"Now, put the handcuffs on him."

"Why? He can't get away he's hurt!"

"I said, put the cuffs on him!"

Reid reluctantly placed a cuff on Morgan's wrist. Morgan glanced at Reid and nodded.

"Behind his back!"

"No! It's…"

"It's okay, Reid. Just do it." Morgan whispered.

"I'm sorry…"

"It's okay, kid."

Morgan couldn't stop a cry of pain as Reid moved his arms behind his back and clamped the cuffs around his other wrist.

Travers watched approvingly smirking as if he were enjoying his power over the two.

"Now what?" Reid asked.

"Now you get to keep my friend over here company."

Travers shot a glance at Bertrum who had been watching the three through the haze of his own pain.

SWAT had set up their command post and had snipers on the ready waiting for orders. Hotch had convinced the SWAT commander to not make a move until he'd had a chance to talk the man out of the building. He knew he didn't have a lot of time and the fact that he hadn't been allowed to talk to his agents was not a good sign.

"What's the plan?" Rossi asked. He couldn't help noticing the strained look on Hotch's face.

"We got to get him talking to us otherwise this is going to be a very short evening."

Reid was now handcuffed next to Bertrum. He had to get through to Travers somehow otherwise they'd all die.

"You get to watch Bertrum here die tonight, Agent."

"Why? What will that accomplish?"

"He will pay for what he did! That's what it will accomplish!"

"It won't bring Michael back though, will it?"

Travers pointed the gun at Bertrum's temple. The frightened man closed his eyes and whimpered in fear. Reid did not want to witness another murder up close; close enough to feel the splatter of another man's blood on him. He watched as Travers' index finger wrapped around the trigger.

"Tell me about your brother! Tell me about Michael." He said hurriedly.

Reid watched as Travers face softened and the gun slowly lowered to his side, his eyes still fixed angrily on Bertrum.

"He was kind. Never hurt a soul." A tear fell and slid slowly down his face. He was my best friend…always looking out for me…always had time for me…"

"You were pretty lucky to have a brother like that."

Travers took a step away from Bertrum and looked at Reid.

"Yeah. I was damn lucky until they took him away."

"You think he'd want you doing this?"

Ignoring the question, Travers turned his back and walked a few steps away.

"You have a brother, Agent?" He said back still turned. "Cuz unless you have a brother like Michael, you don't know what you're talking about."

Reid looked at Morgan who sat quietly across the room his eyes now closed. He wasn't sure what Morgan's status was or if he was even conscious. He was still and he could barely see his chest moving when he breathed.

"Yeah. I have a brother or I at least I did."

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