Everything Is Alright… Not!
The sun was gone and the stars were shining brightly in the sky and it was very gloomy in the neighborhood the team was in, since no one would cooperate with them. Rossi eventually convinced Hotch to let everyone on the team the chance to get some hours of sleep before restarting fresh and well rested.
"Alright everyone, let's get some rest at the hotel but report in the lobby at seven in the morning" he told everyone who looked relieved to finally get some rest.
"Hey has anyone seen Reid?" Morgan asked as they reached the vehicles.
"He said he was checking something out at a near by park, I'll go get him" Rossi said as the rest of them got into the first SUV and drove back to the hotel.
After a five minute walk he saw Reid looking out from the park and around him. He called out to him and asked what he was doing when he answered.
"I have a pretty good view of the neighborhood from here"
"You're right, I can keep a close eye on where to strike next, where not to go" he then pointed at the police car that was parked in a driveway.
"Or where to strike next… at least the area"
"What makes you say that?"
"He killed and probably burnt a federal agent alive… he won't care walking by a police car" he answered coldly before walking back to the SUV. Rossi knew that even thinking of Emily was pouring salt in an open stab wound. So they got back to the hotel, got into their room and went to sleep… or at least some did.
The only thing that kept running back to his mind was the short time he and Emily had spent together in his bed. But like any good memories the bad ones came as well. He'd been having nightmares over and over of Emily being tortured at the hands of Cyrus, Schradder and an unknown figure that he knew was the one responsible for her death.
He opened his messenger bag, pulled out the small needle and vials that he had well hidden in, filled it and inserted the needle in his vein and let the rest take its course. As he felt the effect starting to work, he put the needle and vials back into the same spot in his bag, before passing out from the strong effect of the drug.
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After she saw that they were fast asleep Heather closed the door, but not before turning on a night light, who knew the fear of the dark was passed on to both twins from their father. She then went back down, out the rest of the now clean dishes away, when she felt a draft. As she turned around, pain was now in her jaw and she was now leaning over the sink.
The intruder then grabbed her by her hair, slammed her onto the hardwood floor with a hard thud that she knew would have woke up the kids. And she was right as seconds later; a door was heard being opened.
"Mom?" asked Samuel from the top of the stairs, that luckily were pointing to a wall, which also meant that he, would have to look through the bars as he walked down.
"GO HIDE WITH YOUR SISTER AND WAIT FOR ME, NOW!" she yelled out, before he punched her in the face, as they both heard the young boy running back into his room and locking the door.
"I'll enjoy killing them… very slowly" he smirked.
"Kill me Ian!"
"Oh I will but what makes you think I'll spare those little bastards huh?" he then kicked her repeatedly in the ribs, until she was not only in a coughing fit, but blood was projected from her mouth as she did.
Ian then picked up the longest knife from the kitchen and was making his way up the stairs, when someone roughly pulled him down the stairs and both of them fell down until they landed on the floor again but this time a scream came from both of them.
"You bitch, you broke my arm!" he cried out in pain, while she removed the knife that had been lodge in her stomach, not too far from her left lung.
Knowing that she wouldn't make it in the next couple of minutes, he stood up and walked out of her home, through the same window that he had forced opened.
Once she knew that he was gone, she very weakly saw and made her purse fall onto the floor by her. After she pulled out her phone, she pressed the emergency contact on the speed dial.
"Peterson"
"Th… Thomas… he… found me" were her last words before letting the darkness consume her.
"Emily?... EMILY! I'm sending Marshall to your home, just stay awake… Emily!"
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A loud bang coming from his door woke up Spencer Reid from his sleep. As he realized that he was still wearing the same clothes that he had been working in yesterday, he quickly changed dress shirts and opened the door, who revealed Morgan was the culprit for the loud banging.
"What's with the loud banging man?"
"You weren't answering your phone"
"I was sleeping"
"Ooh nice dreams pretty boy?"
"Um, no… nightmares mostly"
"Oh… anyways I came to get you because we just got a call from the NDP, he attacked another home"
After a twenty minute drive, both SUV's were now parked and all agents were on the move. Then someone caught Hotch's eye, Thomas Peterson.
"Director Peterson, what the meaning of this?"
"The consequence of your actions agent Hotchner" he answered sternly, and walked pass him to make sure the rest of his team heard what he was about to say, "I gave you orders to not come here, and you broke them. Now a single mother is in the hospital, with two traumatized children because of all your actions on this case"
Morgan stopped dead in his tracks, "Hotch is that true?"
"Yes, where is she?"
"You and your team are leaving this afternoon" he told him.
Morgan called Garcia and told her about the situation, but before he was about to ask her a favor he asked the nearest neighbor the name of the attacked victim.
"Heather Bones…"
"You heard that baby girl?"
"Already on it… oh god…"
"What, what is it baby girl?"
"It's Emily…"