Chapter 7: They Fight, Tybolt Falls

Victory is always possible for the person who refuses to stop fighting- Napoleon Hill

"Garcia," Hotch said as soon as she picked up.

"Yes, sir?"

"I need an adress for Eddie Dumant, can you find it?"

"I have it right here," she said. She read it to him and he then he looked confused.

"Garica, why did you already have that up?" Spencer could see her eyes getting wide, realizing her slip.

"Oh... I... uh..."

"I asked her to run his name when I was on my way to see my mother," Spencer admitted. He saw Hotch's look and defended himself. "The phone call made me really suspicious..." Hotch rolled his eyes, but said nothing.

"Thanks, Garcia," Hotch said before hanging up. "Okay," he said to Spencer and Morgan. "If he really does have something to do with the murders, we're not taking any chances. We're going in, but wearing vests. And guns out." They nodded. The only thing worse than knowing that a suspect had a gun, like Eddie, was not knowing if he had a gun or not.

Not long after, they reached the address Garcia had told them. There was a car parked out front. "Okay, Morgan, Reid, you go in the front. Knock on the door, if no one answers, go in. I'll go around back." They noddded as the got out. After pulling on the vests, they split up.

Morgan and Reid came up to the door, guns drawn, as Hotch disappeared around the side of the building. After a final glance at each other, Morgan knocked loudly four times. They waited a moment, but no one came. There was no sound on the other side of the door.

"No one's coming," Spencer whispered. Nodding, Morgan forced the door open. They raised their guns and walked cautiously in. They cleared the first few rooms and found themselves going upstairs. There was a single hall with two rooms. Morgan checked the other while Spencer headed to the other.

After making sure it was clear, Morgan followed Spencer. There, in the last room, was Eddie. He was sitting on a small chair, gun drawn, grinning broadly.

"'Bout time you got here," he said. Still smiling, he pointed his gun at Spencer.

"You've been working with Kelsey," Spencer said, glaring at Eddie. He might have a gun pointed at him, but Eddie had two.

"So you did figure it out," Eddie mused.

"You won't get away with this," Morgan spat, making the gun point at him. He didn't move an inch.

"I already have," he said. "All I have to do is pull the trigger and I win."

"No, you'll lose," Spencer said. "If you shoot one of us, the other will shoot you. Put the gun down." This just made his smile grow.

"She calls you Romeo, you know. She has some idea that you two are like Romeo and Juliet." This replsed both men.

"She's sixteen, I'm almost thirty. You're lying." Eddie chuckled.

"Don't you wish," Eddie said. "Better be careful, or mommy may pay the price." With that, the gun was fired. Acting on instinct, Spencer pulled the trigger. The bullet hit Eddie point blank in the chest. There was a cry of pain from behind. Spencer spun to see Morgan leaning against the wall. Blood was oozing from his shoulder between his fingers.

"Morgan!" two voices said. Hotch finally made it up. He said the request for an ambulence into his radio. Spencer walked over to Eddie and felt for a pulse. There was none.

"He's dead," he said in a bland monotone. Hotch didn't even blink. Together, they left.

"Are you okay?" Hotch asked Spencer, who just nodded.

"Hey, Pretty Boy," Morgan said, "you should go to your mom. I don't think he was bluffing." Spencer nodded. Hotch gave him the keys to the SUV and he took off. This was going to be a very long day...