The Chosen One

Chapter 7 - A Shot in the Daylight

Disclaimer - I don't own Criminal Minds, just screwing with the canon is all.


When Rossi and Hotch returned to the conference room, they were surprised to only see Gideon. They had both expected to see Reid as well as some of the other agents in the large room.

"Where's Reid?" asked Hotch.

"He went with Andrews and Sorenson to go look at another body, to see if it was related to the other killings."

"And you didn't go?"

"I wasn't invited. I don't think most of the agents really want me here, despite me knowledge. Especially Sorenson. Andrews just doesn't like civilians on a case. From what I hear, he's always been that way. I still have a bad feeling about this, I don't know how yet, but I do feel that way."

"Considering what happened last time, it feels natural. You feel like you were unable to protect your child from getting hurt, so you try to protect them so that history doesn't repeat itself," Rossi said "You don't want to see him hurt."

Then Prentiss and Morgan entered the room.

"Well that was a huge waste of time, talking to the family of our last victim," Prentiss stated.

Morgan just sat down in a huff, without saying a word. The parents didn't think that their son was a bad kid, and made excuse after excuse for him. It was something he had seen many times, the parents blaming everyone but the kids themselves.

"There may be a new victim out there, by Atlanta. Reid and two of the agents assigned to the case are going to that location now," Gideon replied. The worry in his voice was evident to the whole team. It did not take a profiler to see that Gideon worried and cared about his son, and had deep concerns for his safety.

"The McAvoy family doesn't feel like their son did anything wrong, in fact, I would bet that they helped to facilitate his behavior," Morgan said.

"That doesn't sound good. Are we any closer towards finding who they consider the chosen one?" asked Hotch.

The silence given by the team gave him a very uneasy answer. They needed to find who this person was and fast, to try to find whoever it was that was killing these people.


As Sorenson, Andrews, and Reid were traveling, Reid decided that they should try to talk more about the case. Otherwise it would be a very long drive to Atlanta, and the hour they had spent on the road seemed longer because of the silence. He was about the say something when they came across a burning car in the middle of the road.

"I don't like the sound of this, Sorenson," Andrews said. "It almost seems like some sort of trap set up for the person or persons who set this particular car ablaze."

Andrews exited the car to take a better look at the burning hull remaining. Then he reentered the SUV.

"Do either one of you have cell service, so that we can at least call it in?"

Both men shook their heads. Andrews sighed. As Sorenson and Andrews exited the car, Sorenson saw the license plates and immediate knew whose car it was.

"Oh my God, that's Kenny Billingsly's car!" Sorenson exclaimed.

"Who? asked Andrews.

"Kenny Billingsly. He's been missing for about three months now. He is, well, used to be friends with my brother."

Reid exited the car, curious of the commotion between the two other agents.

"What's going on?" asked Reid.

"This car belonged to a friend of my brother's," replied Sorenson. "But he's dead now."

"You don't know that for sure Sorenson," admonished Andrews. "Just because it's burning, doesn't mean he's inside there."

"Andrews is right. We would need a CSI team here to determine if he was even inside the vehicle when it started burning," Reid added.

As soon as Reid finished his sentence, the agents heard shots being fired. One of the first bullets hit Andrews right between the eyes, another caught his throat. Reid spun around to try to see who was firing at them, then a bullet hit him in the right shoulder.

"No!" screamed out Sorenson. He immediate ran to Reid's side, and began to apply pressure to the wound.

"The car. It was a trap," Reid stated. his vision was starting to blur and it was becoming increasingly harder for him to think.

"I know, Dr. Reid. Sorry if you got injured, that wasn't supposed to happen, and believe me, there'll be hell to pay for hurting you. But the whole scenario was designed to get you out in the open," replied Sorenson with as smile. "After all, you Are the chosen one, and it wouldn't be right to kill you."

Reid's head was suddenly filled with many questions. That is impossible, Reid thought. They actually believe that I am so how the chosen one, but why? What is so special about me that I have become their chosen one? How much do they know? What do they want from me?

Sorenson then picked up Reid and gently placed him in the back in the SUV. Sorenson finally was able to apply enough pressure to stop the blood flow. As Reid began to lose consciousness from the loss of blood and the pain, he managed to ask, "How am I the chosen one?"

"You'll see. All will be explained once we get there."

Sorenson left the body of Agent Andrews there next to the smoldering car and began to drive away.


A/N - I'm sorry about the shortness of the chapter, but I figured that this would be a good ending point until the next chapter. And as always, please read and review. Love, danicalif80.