Garcia had agreed to come in, only because Spencer had made Morgan promise to take her out for dinner, but even so, she was still tired.
"Okay, boy genius. What am I looking for?"
"The partner. He's white, aged between 30 and 35, possibly had some form of anger management. He's submissive, so look at people with undermining jobs. Scott White would be his only friend, so look at White's email and phone records."
Garcia tapped quickly away at her keyboard as Sherlock strode in. "Spencer, a word, outside?" he asked.
"Garcia, tell Hotch what you find, I'll be back in a minute or so."
"Spencer, I wanted to apologise for punching Castiel. I am told I was... "Out of line" as they put it. I was just acting like we were still romantically involved."
Spencer nodded, silently shocked at Sherlock's apology. As long as he was with him, the consulting detective never uttered a word of apology to anyone.
"Just so you know." Sherlock said. He turned and walked away, leaving Spencer being slowly filled with old wounds that were threatening to open again. When Morgan came out to see where Spencer had gotten to, a gun fired. Morgan tackled Spencer to the ground, behind a car.
Castiel appeared, crouching down next to Spencer, "Why are you on the floor?"
Spencer looked shocked and upset, so much, he appeared to not notice the angel, so Morgan answered for him, "Sherlock spoke to him, now he's upset and we're being shot at." Another shot was fired and they heard it 'Ping!' off the car's body work. Must have been from a 1st or 2nd floor across the road for it to hit the car at an angle for the bullet to bounce off.
Morgan peeked through the windows of the car. The gunman, presumably the second unsub, fired another shot, this time hitting the ground behind Morgan and he ducked down again.
"I can see where the shots are coming from, I'm going to try and get a clear shot." he said, catching his breath and drawing his own gun.
As Cas watched, Morgan took a few more steadying breaths and lay face-down so he could see around the edge of the car. He aimed his gun at the building opposite, a 2nd floor window.
He had no chance to shoot.
Sherlock had ran over and pulled Morgan back behind the car, landing on the ground himself as another gunshot punched it's way into the ground where Morgan's head would have been had Sherlock not acted.
Castiel disappeared, a few moments passed, the firing stopped. Sherlock, Spencer and Morgan all ran back into the station, meeting Hotch on the way in, "Was that gunfire I heard?"
"Yeah, looked like it could have been the second unsub," Morgan said, his breathing rate was fast. Hotch opened his mouth to say something, but Castiel reappeared holding a sniper rifle and a small, skinny man that looked barely conscious.
The angel was also bleeding, a single line of blood rolling down his face from a cut on his cheek and a bloody shirt concealed what might have been a stab wound. Spencer gasped at the amount of blood he could see coming from Cas' body.
"He had an Angel Blade." Cas said as a way of explanation. Spencer looked over the man Castiel was holding up. "This is the guy who was with the gun. I presume he was shooting at you." Cas said.
"Put him into interrogation and wait for him to wake up, Morgan." Hotch said, staring at Cas disbelievingly. Morgan took the guy from Cas and walked him into the second interrogation room.
A blood droplet from Cas' cheek fell. It hit the floor with a 'Splat' sound. Spencer's head suddenly felt like it was exploding. He pressed his hand to his temple, looking down at the floor and squinting, the lights bursting into brightness that could rival the Sun's. He tried to get out of the room, but Hotch placed a hand on his shoulder, "Spencer, go back to the hotel with Castiel, you don't look so good." Cas handed the gun to Hotch, who held it through a latex glove, without putting it on. The angel then gently touched two fingers to Spencer's forehead, they disappeared with a flap of wings.
