Chapter 5 – You Lost Me With The Twins

Quantico, VA, 3:49 pm

Penelope Garcia was sitting behind her desk, worried sick, desperately hoping for a new update on her chocolate Adonis and precious sugarplum. She couldn't stand the thought of losing them now – not after almost losing Prentiss.

You two better cut the crap and come home safely to me…

She just sat at her desk, dumbfounded. She had no idea what to do. She felt absolutely helpless. She just couldn't understand – they were so close to closing the case. They were supposed to be home three hours ago, and then this happened.

Garcia continued praying to based God that her avengers would find the son-of-a-bitch that hurt her babies.

Glendale Police Department, AZ

"What the hell do you mean we caught the wrong guy?" Sergeant Johnson demanded. She wasn't pleased about this. It would make not just the department look bad, but the FBI as well.

"Ma'am, his fingerprints indicate that this man is not Wallace at all… It's his twin - Wallace is still out there," the officer said.

"Damn! Put the APB out on Wallace. This time we'll get him, his brother isn't going anywhere. I need to call SSA Hotchner." She nodded, allowing the officer to run off and alert the rest of the department they needed to find Wallace. The sergeant found herself speed-walking to the conference room, pulling out her phone, speed-dialing Aaron Hotchner.

Damn it! Pick up Hotchner!

Glendale Memorial - B Hall, West Wing

Spencer and Aaron sprinted up the staircase that led to the west wing of the hallway. Rossi and Blake were at the end, waiting outside Morgan's room.

They caught up with the two of them, catching their breath.

"What happened?" the boss asked no one in particular.

"Relapse… He was weaker than we though. Derek's been weak this whole time. He had a surge and then crashed…" Blake sighed. They all were aware what usually happened to patients that experienced this 'surge'.

"No…" Reid protested. He knew Morgan was stronger than that. He just had to pull through. Spencer walked up towards the glass window of the room, watching his friend lying on that bed, dependent on a ventilator to keep him alive. Saddened, he turned away and started walking back towards the staircase.

"Reid? Where are you going?" all three asked.

"I… I uh… I need to get some air," he explained. He couldn't take this in at all.

He was a man of taking in tons of information at a time. But he just couldn't take in the fact that his best friends – Morgan and JJ – were both on the verge of death. They didn't deserve this at all.

Spencer made a silent promise he would personally put a bullet through the head of whoever did this. He already lost the love of his life. He almost lost Prentiss. He wasn't about to let two of his closest friends die because of a bastard that drove a semi into their SUV – he just wasn't going to allow it. He made it to the staircase, and in minutes he was out of sight.

They all felt the same way. Aaron was incredibly worried. For once, not displaying his usual stoic demeanour, he paced up and down the hallway. He couldn't believe this was happening.

They said that he was doing just fine half an hour ago. They said that he'd recover nicely from the surgery. Why is this happening?

Suddenly, his phone rang. He silently prayed the call would be about the bastard of a driver that did this to his agents.

"Hotchner," he answered.

"Agent Hotchner? It's Johnson. We have a problem. We caught the wrong guy."

"I'm sorry?" He froze. The expression on his face worried the other two agents. They made their way toward him.

"We just got the fingerprint analysis back, the man your agents apprehended at the scene was not Wallace Hines. It was his twin brother, Jesse Gentry. You need to get to the station, ASAP."

"We'll be right there. Thank you."

He put his phone in his pocket, now displaying a distressed look on his face. Rossi and Blake didn't say a word – they knew what he was going to say.

God damn it. He took a breath before speaking.

"We got the wrong guy."

"Wait, what?" David and Alex both questioned.

"We need to go back to the station, now. I'll give you more details on the way. Let's go." He ordered.

Aaron wanted Spencer to come along, but he knew he would need some space for now. He sent a text to the young doctor.

Reid, we're heading back to the station.
Complications in the arrest.
Will call you for more details.
Stay with Derek and JJ.
Update us when you can.

He pressed the 'send' button and quickly put his phone back into his pocket as the trio sprinted towards their SUV.

As they drove to the station, no one said a word. Aaron had already explained the situation to David and Alex.

There was dead silence in the vehicle, but they all had the same, collective thought going on in their heads.

Was it Wallace that hit JJ and Morgan?

AN: its a pretty short chapter, I know. just trying to stretch out the story as i'll be busy for the next few weeks. as always, thanks for being patient with me.