Hi everyone, I'm back. Sorry for the delay but I was experiencing extreme end of the school year burn out and had some medical issues come up. I got surgery on my left ankle, I'm fine :). And now I'm in a summer college program for 3 weeks. I'm learning about weather!

Enjoy. Chapter 7 of 10108.

!_!_!_!_!_!_!_!_!_!_!_!_!_!_!_!_!_!_!_!_!_!_!_!_!_!_!_!_!_!_!_!_!_!_!_!_!_!_!_!_!_!_!_!_!_!_!_!_!_!_!

"Revenge, at first though sweet, Bitter ere long back on itself recoils," - John Milton

Six Chevy Suburbans screamed down the highway at breakneck speeds, headed towards Martel Brother's Security Systems. Three of them held Team One sans Jules who Greg told to take the day off. Jules had a lot to say about that, but in the end it was a direct order from her superior and Commander Holleran had agreed with Greg.

"Constable Callaghan you are emotionally involved with this case and I won't tolerate you getting involved," Commander Holleran had said curtly, "You go home constable and get rest."

Jules didn't argue after that, she just left, the door slamming on the way out. Commander Holleran turned to Greg, "I'll send someone else in to cover for Jules," he had said, "Can your team handle this?"

"I think we can," Greg had answered, he looked around the room, noting that everyone except Ed was there, "Eddie's got a court date," he mentioned, "we need someone to fill in."

"I've already got her," Commander Holleran had then shouted, "Constable Sabine, get in here."

Donna walked into Team One with her head held fine, she nodded, "Good morning Sarge."

Everyone else who sat in the briefing room stopped and stared, no words were spoken save Leah.

"Good morning Constable Sabine," she greeted with a smile. Sam fought to keep his emotions in check. Looks like Jules was being replaced, again.

"Spike, what does our building look like," Greg asked the bomb and technical expert.

Spike frowned as he looked at the blueprint of the building Wordy caught onto his partner's scowl and cussed mentally, "Not good Sarge, twenty floors tall, at least ten offices per floor."

"Needle in a haystack," Sam commented from the driver's seat next to Greg. Reid's voice chimed in.

"Actually, our UnSubs don't want to be found, so it's more like two pieces of hay in a haystack," the genius said from the last FBI vehicle, JJ had to suppress a laugh as she drove that held Reid and her both.

Donna's voice chimed in from the middle SRU vehicle, she and Leah were together in the SUV, "Sarge, if he pulls a weapon, what would happen?"

Greg asked the profilers, "Well Agent Hotchner?"

"The UnSubs won't give up without a fight, they'll take anyone down with them if need be," Hotchner answered and Sam chimed in.

"The subjects use a knife," Sam said, "It doesn't jam, doesn't require ammo and you don't need training to use it. Of course this guy has training, we're going to have to take him down hard and fast."

"Both of them," Emily commented from the middle vehicle, she and Derek were in it. Derek was driving.

"Alright team," Greg said as he started giving out orders, "Donna, Sam, Leah, Wordy, clear out the building. Sweep with extreme caution, both subjects are likely to spook at the sight of the uniform. Spike, you're with me in the truck."

"Copy Sarge," six voices said over the radio.

2132 Eglinton Avenue,Toronto,ON- Martel Brother's Security Systems - 10:29 am

The SUV's came to a stop in front of a regular looking office building, Greg got out of the SUV and stepped inside the command mobile, which was parked out of sight. Agent Hotchner and his team got out of their SUVs and with the SRU, rushed into the building.

Wordy stepped up to the front desk with Morgan where two secretaries worked, they both looked up as 5 heavily armed officers in SWAT gear and seven serious looking people approached them.

Wordy showed his badge, "I'm Officer Wordsworth with the Strategic Response Unit," he said as Morgan showed his badge, "And this is Agent Morgan with the FBI, there's been a security incident and we need you to get out. Officer Kerns will escort you out of the building."

Leah motioned for the two secretaries to follow her out of the building, Wordy and the rest of the team moved on to the next area . . .

"Subjects work on the fifth floor," Greg stated into the radio as Spike's fingers flew over the keyboard bringing up windows and shutting them down as soon as he was done with them.

"Copy that Sarge," Wordy said as Sam escorted a group of workers to Leah to take them out of the building.

They entered the fifth floor, Wordy, Hotch and Morgan went straight to the boss's office while Sam and the rest of the SRU secured the area.

"What the hell?" said a surprised Mr. Martel as two agents and an SRU officer walked into his office.

"Federal Bureau of Investigation," Hotch said showing his badge to the surprised boss, "We need Richard Wright and George Corrigan. Where are they?"

Mr. Martel frowned, "They both called in sick they left about a half an hour ago," he said, "What's this all about?"

"Sir, we need to know about your employees," Morgan stated, "Have they been acting strange recently? Withdrawn? Hostile?"

"They're great employees, never miss a day. No complaints, they're role models for the rest of the company. Especially since Richard and George have been through a lot," Mr. Martel explained.

"Have they ever talked about what happened?" Wordy asked.

Mr. Martel shook his head, "No, they were pretty quiet about it."

Spike's voice interjected over the airwaves, "Richard Wright was involved in the death of his wife. Apparently his wife was shot by accident during a police raid in her workplace. The officer was never charged with anything more than a slap on the wrist."

"Who was the officer?" Greg asked as he looked over Spike's shoulder at the file that was pulled up.

Both of their faces blanched considerably, Greg cussed under his breath. For the members of Team One, that was a very bad sign. The level headed sergeant barely cussed, if ever.

"Who was the officer?" Sam asked a little impatiently, wondering what had the sergeant so worried.

"Guys . . ." Spike said, regaining his composure, "It's Ed."

2813 Merton Street Toronto, ON M1L 3K7 – Lane's Residence – 11:00 am

"Clark, hurry up! You're going to be late for rehearsal!" Ed shouted up the stairs as he shrugged on the jacket of his suit. Who ever invented court dates was the worst person ever. Ed liked action, he liked to bust a drug deal, arrest a gang or at least save someone, even if it was an old lady in a house filled with the little devils they called cats.

"Alright, hang on dad!" Clark shouted back down as he grabbed his cello and packed it.

A knock on the door interrupted Ed's preparations, he reached the door before Sophie and he opened it. He found himself sprawled on the floor with a knife to his throat seconds later.

"Remember me Constable Lane?" Richard snarled as he pressed the knife harder to Ed's throat.

Sophie screamed and Clark stood at the top of the stairs frozen in shock as his father's life lay in the hands of a madman.

"Nobody move or talk!" Richard said dangerously, "Or Constable Lane here dies!"

DUN DUN DUUUN. I hope the next chapter doesn't take as long to type as this one. Sorry about the long delay guys!