Disclaimer: I had a dream, and they were mine, but then I woke up, and they were not...

Back at Quantico, the team was looking over what they knew about two of the abductors. There had been nothing else left at the duplex; there had also been no license plate on the van. Once again, they had almost nothing.

"Erik Boeger, 25 year old Caucasian male. Arrested twice for substance abuse and once for assault." JJ said as a picture of a wide-eyed man came up on the screen. "He was released from jail about a month ago."

The next picture came up; it was of an angry looking colored man. "Andrew Flans, twenty-seven. Arrested for assault, auto theft, and armed robbery. He was released from jail about the same time as Boeger."

"Neither of these men are the leader, they are both following orders. They are too careless to be in charge." Gideon said, studying their faces.

"They probably met in jail, and then one of them persuaded the other to help with the abductions." Elle pitched in.

"Get their faces out, we need them found and brought in as soon as possible." Hotch gave the order, and JJ gathered her things and dialed here phone.

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Jake smiled when the new Mercedes rolled up the driveway. Now that Mr. Crane was here, he no longer had to stick around. He would know how to 'prepare' the cargo upstairs. That was al they were, products to be sold, nothing more.

"Jake, always a pleasure." Mr. Crane greeted. He was tall, attractive and muscular. He had been in the business longer then Jake by at least six years, but Jake had taken a liking to him, they were much the same.

"You'll find them both in the upstairs room." Jake smiled. "And Erik in in the dinning room."

"Ah yes, the loose end. I suppose well have to deal with him first."

"Right this way." Jake said, taking him into the house.

Neither Andrew nor Erik had met Mr. Crane, and both feared him. They had listened to Jake talk about him, and the things he had done. Erik squirmed, his eyes tearing.

"I-I didn't mean to."

He was hit, much harder then Jake had hit him. "You threw the items out the window, are you trying to say it was not purposely?"

"No but,"

He was hit again. "Then you intentionally did so, endangering this operation, and upsetting many of the investors who already heard about it."

"I'm sorry." Erik pleaded. "It won't happen again."

Mr. Crane smiled. "No, it won't." He pulled a gun from his belt, and shot Erik.

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Reid jumped at the sound, as did Jeremy.

"What the hell was that?" Jeremy's eyes widened.

"A gun." Reid said simply, trying to listen to what was going on…

"No shit, but why are they shooting?"

"I can't be sure," Reid said quietly. "But something went wrong…"

Jeremy slumped against the wall, pulling at his bound wrists. He knew he needed to be calm, but how could he? The men who had kidnapped him were downstairs fighting, and now someone had been shot!

Footsteps echoed on the stairs, coming closer. Then in the hall, all the while the voices were too quiet to understand. Reid and Jeremy both stiffened as the door was unlocked, and Jake and a stranger walked in.

Jeremy looked at the stranger and gulped. "What do you want from us?" He demanded.

He was hit before he saw the man move toward him. "Only speak, when you are spoken to." He breathed warmly.

Jeremy sank away from the man, terrified. "Y-yes sir."

The man smiled, and then looked at Reid. "You were right," He said to Jake as he moved closer, touching Reid's face. "He will sell quite nicely."

Reid wanted to be away from the man, but there was nowhere to go. He closed his eyes as the man's fingers softly moved over his face, and then pulled away.

"Good job, Jake. A few mote routine abductions like this and you'll be working my job."

Jake smiled, obviously pleased with the comment. "Thank you, Mr. Crane. I'll leave them to you."

Mr. Crane smiled wickedly. "Thank you, and have Andrew clean up the mess downstairs."

"As you wish." Jake smiled, and disappeared.

"Get this cleaned up." Jake said, handing Andrew a wad of cash. "Your payment for the job. Delivered as promised, when the cargo is handed off."

"Wait, what do I do with the body?"

"Leave it somewhere isolated. The police will find it, but the longer it takes the better." Jake said, and then he was gone.

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Andrew took Erik's body deep into a small forest; he left it above ground in hopes that the animals would eat it before it was discovered. He washed the blood from his hands, changed into clean clothes and burnt the dirtied ones. Then, he headed into town. He had his money, and hopefully, his prints were not traceable.

But when he got there, the money no longer mattered. A young, pretty blonde girl whom he recognized from after they had first abducted the FBI agent was on television again, and behind her, was a picture of his face, and Erik's. Their names were given to the public, along with a description of what they had done.

"…And Andrew Flans, they are wanted for the kidnappings of seventeen year old Jeremy Gubler, and Special Agent Spencer Reid…"

Andrew looked at his pocket and shrugged. He then headed toward the police station, to turn himself in. It was no use running, now that he'd been identified, the big guys would hunt him down and kill him, to protect their secret, but he wasn't going down without taking a few of them with him.