Sorry it took so long to post this story!

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Requiem for Gideon

Chapter 6

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The drive up to the cabin was made in silence.

JJ sat beside Dave in the back while Emily and Hotch remained up front.

Frank had stopped talking right before they drove on up to the cabin.

"Do you think he knows we're nearby?" JJ asked.

"It's possible." Dave said quietly.

Peripherally, Emily saw JJ's hand touched Rossi's intimately but he didn't react to it…interesting; JJ and Dave Rossi? Who would have thought? But now was not the time to think of these things!

"Look, Emily!" Hotch called out as he pulled up and stopped the SUV.

She looked up to where he indicated; it was near the cabin.

They all scrambled out of the vehicle and approached the figure sitting against the trunk of the pine tree.

It was Gideon; he had a gun on his lap.

"Gideon!" Hotch called out to him. "Gideon!" They knelt beside him as Hotch placed a hand on his neck and felt for a pulse. "He's still alive."

Gideon suddenly opened his eyes, startling them, he smiled slightly as he greeted them, "Well…hello." He said. They saw that he was saying it laboriously.

"Gideon, an ambulance is on its way, hang on." Hotch told him just as Emily stood aside and made the call.

Shaking his head slightly, "No…no matter…get …get…Frank." He looked up at Hotch.

"I will. We will."

Then he turned to Emily, "Jane … in … pantry." He began to mutter.

Emily leaned in close to him. A moment she nodded, "I'll get her out."

Gideon shook his head, "No…not now. Get Frank now. She… safe. Get Frank…" He closed his eyes.

"Gideon!" Dave exclaimed.

He opened his eyes a bit and saw Dave and smiled, "Hey Dave."

"Yes, it's me you bastard. Because of you, I have to step in."

Shaking his head, Gideon said, "No…you just couldn't resist the team and you have some…unfinished business…"

Smiling, Dave nodded, "You do know me well, Jason but you're not giving in easily. You're helping us on this case. Where's Frank? And what's he doing with the other victims?"

But Gideon was unconscious.

Dave stood up, "He's still alive, and we're on our own." He looked at Emily and Hotch and nodded at them as he took his weapon out, "I'll stay with him, you two go."

Hotch and Emily exchanged looks before they nodded, "Ambulance should be here in a few. We're canvassing the area…within a mile from the cabin for now." He turned to Emily, "Ready?"

She nodded and they left, stepping out into the path leading towards the lake overlooking the cabin.

"What did he tell you?" Hotch asked her in a low tone as they moved as quietly as possibly.

"The code to the pantry…Jane's locked in there."

He turned to stare at her, "He has a lock in his kitchen pantry?"

She shrugged, "I guess, I didn't have time to ask, Hotch."

"I guess…being out in these woods…you would have a locked pantry just in case someone decided to break in."

"…Or a bear." She joked.

It actually took a moment before he turned to stare at her and groaned, "Seriously, Emily? That's not funny."

She giggled, "Yes it was. It took you a moment to get the joke."

"That's because it was awful." He began to laugh with her.

She suddenly stopped laughing and held her hand up and frowned.

He instantly did the same as he looked around.

"I heard a twig snapped over to our right…about twenty feet." She whispered.

He nodded and slowly moved behind her and went towards the direction she indicated and soon he was gone. Emily staid where she was but kept her eyes alert.

Ten minutes later, Hotch came back alone, shaking his head, "There were some tracks over there but it's gone."

"Shall we keep moving?" She asked.

He nodded, "Let's go along where we heard the sound and move along the path."

Suddenly they heard something again and turned to it.

"Hotch…over there! By the trees."

"I see it, I think it's … Oh shit! Run, Emily!" He pulled her along and began running the opposite direction.

"Oh my god! I can't believe he likes it out here!"

A big gigantic black bear began lumbering after them, followed by two smaller ones.

"I'll never tell another bear jokes ever again!" She screamed as they kept running.

"Just keep running, Emily! They're gaining on us!"

"I am, Hotch! I am!"

It was over an hour since the ambulance had left, Dave Rossi was beginning to worry about Hotch and Emily; they were gone too long. It shouldn't take them more than half an hour to cover a mile perimeter around the cabin.

And it was getting dark.

The sun was setting earlier at this time of the year; Frank knew what he was doing when he came back here.

And Dave Rossi was not familiar with this area. And a huntsman knew not to hunt in a place he was not familiar with.

"Where are you two?" He muttered as he looked outward.

Then he received a phone call from Reid?

"Er, Hello?"

"Agent Rossi?"

"Yes, this is he, what do you need, Dr. Reid?" Rossi shook his head in the air; he had never figured out the young man at all.

"Er…you need to get away…away from the cabin…Frank, he's close by!"

"I'm well aware of it, Dr. Reid…"

"You don't understand, I can't reach Hotch or Emily….they're not answering their phones, Garcia said their phones' GPS are close to the cabin…I think Frank's got them and he's near…get away…now!"

Dave turned around rapidly and pointed his gun when he heard something behind him.

"Reid…I'll call you back…a little busy at the moment..." He bent down and retrieved Gideon's rifle, hoping that it was still loaded.

"No…no, no…Rossi! Rossi! Wait!"

Ending the call, he then tossed the phone over the hedge near the cabin and turned back again, "Okay…why the heck Jason likes this damn place I'll never figure out…seriously, is mountain lions a usual thing here in these mountains? I'm going to teach him the finer arts of hunting ducks when he gets better…the damn fool!" he muttered to himself as he trained the weapon on it as it was growling. "Here kitty, kitty, kitty…wanna be my rug in front of my fireplace?"

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End of Chapter 6