Gideon called Hotch right away. "Hotch, we have some important information about the case. Keep the team there at the station until we get back."
"The team isn't here," Hotch said. "I sent them home."
"Well, get them back in. This is important," Gideon said and hung up the phone.
On the way back to the station, Reid dialed Morgan's number, his heart racing.
"Elle, we need you back at the station," Hotch said over the phone.
"Okay, I'll be right there," Elle said. She was sitting next to Morgan, at his house. "Don't worry, sweetie. I'm not going back to the station."
Morgan's phone started to ring. He looked at Elle, as if deciding whether to answer it or not. "Go ahead, answer it."
It was Reid calling, but Morgan didn't want Elle to know that. He pretended he was talking to Hotch. "Okay, Hotch. I'll be there in a while. I might be a bit late." Morgan hung up the phone.
"Yes," Elle said, kissing his neck. "You'll be very late. Kiss me."
Morgan obliged. He went in for a gentle peck, but she shoved her tongue in his mouth and made the kiss last much longer.
"I love you, Morgan," Elle said. "Tell me you love me."
"I love you, Elle," Morgan replied. For a second, the pressure on the gun she had pressed against his temple lessened.
Up until that day he had no idea Elle was so bat shit crazy. Sure, she was smart enough to be on the team, to frame Reid, to hide her tracks. But now she was devolving. Now she seemed truly delusional, like she really believed she could make Morgan love her by pointing a gun to his head.
"Is Reid coming?" Elle asked innocently.
"What?" Morgan asked. How did she know? Reid knew she was the killer, that was why he called. And when Morgan acted as if it was Hotch calling, Reid picked up on it and said he was on his way.
"I know you were talking to him on the phone," Elle said. "You're a bad liar, Morgan. I can always tell."
Well, she may have been crazy but unfortunately she still had her wits about her.
"He's not coming," Morgan lied, knowing it wouldn't do any good.
Elle laughed, a cold, heartless chuckle. "I'm glad he's coming. I'll take care of him. He's in the way of us. When he's gone it'll be just you and me..." She stared at Morgan as if waiting for some reply. He did his best to remain stony.
"When he comes, I'm going to get him to shoot himself," Elle said thoughtfully. "Do you think he'd do that for you? I think he would. You're just so damn special and he loves you so fucking much."
"He won't," Morgan said. This time he wasn't lying. He knew Reid wasn't that stupid. Reid would know that it wouldn't save Morgan. But would Reid shoot Elle, fully knowing that Elle would kill him first? It didn't seem likely. But that was the only way Morgan could she him coming out of it alive.
Elle pondered this. "I can get him to listen to me. He'll drop his weapon and try to negotiate with me. Then I'll shoot him. I think that will work nicely."
Sadly, Morgan thought it would work too.
"Then, the real fun begins," she said. "You and I are going to have so much fun aren't we, Morgan?"
He didn't say anything, and remained expressionless.
"Now, tell me," Elle said. "Are you a gentle lover or do you like to rough things up?" Morgan looked away from her. She sighed and and stroked his cheek gently.
"Oh, I hear a car. I think it's Reid. Stand up." Both of them stood up, Elle keeping the gun firmly on his head.
The door knob turned and Reid pushed the door open, with the gun in his right hand. Right away he saw Morgan and Elle and pointed his gun directly at her.
"Hello, Reid," she said. "So nice of you to join us." Morgan stared into Reid's eyes apologetically.
"Elle put down the gun," Reid said.
She giggled. "See, no it's not going to work that way. I have something that you want, therefore I make the rules. You put your gun down or say bye to your boyfriend."
"I'm not putting the gun down," Reid said. "I know you don't want to hurt Morgan. You love him, right? You just want to hurt me. There's no need to involve him."
"Shoot her," Morgan said.
"Shut up!" Elle said hitting him in the head with the barrel of the gun. "You shoot me, and your lover boy ends up dead."
"Drop the gun, Elle," Reid said. "I swear to God, I'll shoot you."
She snorted. "You wouldn't do that. You wouldn't kill Morgan."
"It's quite simple logic really," Reid said. "If I shoot you, you and Morgan end up dead, and if I don't, Morgan and I end up dead. I'm pretty sure I know which I'd prefer."
"I'll shoot him if you don't put the gun down right now!" Elle shouted. The gun was shaking slightly now in her trembling grip.
Reid shook his head, still aiming for her heart.
A gun shot rang out in the room.
A/N: So did you guys see this coming? I think it wasn't super obvious... well anyway. Thanks to everyone who read and especially those who reviewed. I hope you guys liked this story. I think the next chapter may be the last. :'(
