Disclaimer: Still don't own Criminal Minds.
Chapter 2
"I told you to ask for directions, Morgan," said Emily Prentiss with a laugh, rolling her eyes as she and Derek Morgan finally pulled into the drive-way.
"Hey I got us here, didn't I?" Morgan said, with a note of irritation in his voice, but smiled. "We're not that late, look they're still here." He pointed to the other SUV parked in the driveway, turned the engine off and got out of the vehicle, Prentiss following close behind him.
As they walked to the front door, a sudden feeling of unease crept over them both, Morgan noticed the front door was halfway open.
"Somethings not right." He said reaching for his gun and flashlight, he looked at Prentiss who was doing the same, and slowly entered the house.
Once inside, Morgan quickly scanned the room as Prentiss moved off to the right and into the next room. He noticed a small amount of blood on the floor in front of the stairs, a bloody bat lay discarded next to it. He knelt down next to it, inspecting it closer. "This blood is fresh." he said, a hint of worry in his voice as he stood up. "Reid? Skie?"
No answer.
He walked up the stairs. "Reid? Skie?" he called again, louder this time. "Come on guys, joke's over."
Still no answer.
Worry increasing, he reached the top of the stairs and started down the hallway. The door to the first bedroom was still opened and he walked over. He wasn't prepared for the scene that waited inside as he stepped through the doorway. Blood, tools of torture, the blood covered metal table and the container which held the fingers. "Prentiss!" He yelled into the hallway, his eyes never leaving the scene. A few moments later, he heard her coming up the stairs.
"Did you find-" her words died off as she came into the room, her eyes widening in surprise. "Morgan-"
But he was already headed back into the hallway and down the stairs, he reached for his cell and dialed Reid's number.
"Come on, Pretty Boy, answer the phone."
You've reached Dr. Spencer Reid, sorry I'm able to take your call at this time. Leave your name and number and I will call you back as soon as possible. Thanks.
"Reid, its Morgan, call me when you get this." He hung up the phone and dialed Skie's number next, as it started to ring, he suddenly stopped at the front door. He heard Three Days Grace's Time of Dying playing faintly behind him. Turning around slowly, lowering the phone away from his ear, he saw Prentiss pick something up off the floor to the left of the stairs with a tissue. She turned to him, in her hand she held Skie's ringing cell phone, its silver case was stained red with blood.
Without a word, he flipped open his phone again and dialed, turning towards the door.
"Hotch, we have a problem."
Aaron Hotchner walked into the conference room where two members of his team sat, waiting.
"What's going on?" asked David Rossi, breaking the uncomfortable silence.
"We have reason to believe that Agents Reid and Skie were attacked and have been taken by the unsub." Hotch said, placing his hands on the table.
"Are you sure?" asked JJ, failing to hide the tremble in her voice.
"We found their car parked in the drive-way and Skie's phone was inside the house covered in blood." said Morgan as he and Prentiss walked in. "We also found a baseball bat with blood on it next to fresh blood on the floor. Lab is running the blood samples now."
"How did this happen?" asked Rossi.
"My guess is the unsub was still inside the house and waited for them." said Prentiss.
"But how would the unsub know that they were coming? It doesnt make sense, the only ones who knew about it were the police and us."
Just then, tech analyst Penelope Garcia ran into the room gasping, carrying a laptop.
"Guys you need to see this like now." She said quickly, putting the laptop on the table and flipping it open.
They gathered around her computer as she pulled up an email addressed: To BAU Team
and clicked on the attachment. It was a picture of Reid and Skie under which read a simple message: TICK TOCK.
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