A/N:
Sorry I couldn't update the past couple days, my life has been busy and I wasn't quite sure where to go with this chapter. Let me know if I'm dragging this out too far or something cause I'm not sure. Also, I don't know if Bomb Squad really uses x-rays to find bombs underground, but I couldn't find anything on Google so I'm just gonna say they do. Forgive me if I'm wrong. Please review!
"Hey Hotch, they got something over here". he walked ran over to where the Bomb tech was talking.
"Sir, the x-ray says it's about five feet under. It will take twenty minutes to dig up". Hotch checked his watch.
"We've got thirty left, start digging".
"Rossi, Bomb Squad says they found it. It's under five feet of dirt and will take about twenty minutes to get out". Rossi looked at her quizzically.
"Are they sure? I just got off the phone with Hotch and he said the same exact thing".
"He buried two bombs?" Reid asked. "Why would he do that, but then tell us he buried one? It's doesn't make any sense.. If he's the one writing the rules to this game, why would he break them?" Prentiss shrugged.
"Who knows? Better call Hotch back".
"Okay," Hotch started. "We know this guy likes controls. He likes to think this is all a game, his game. He wants control so he sets the rules and makes it impossible for us not to follow them".
"Except he didn't follow them," Morgan said. "He lied to us, placed two bombs instead of one".
"Which means that he might be lying about our time too..." JJ said, sounding worried.
"We got it out... oh no"
"What is wrong?" Hotch asked rushing over to the now hole in the ground.
"You guys said this thing is hooked up to a remote?" The three agents nodded. "This is the wrong kind of bomb for that. There's a timer, it's only got ninety seconds left..."
"Can you disarm it? the Unit Chief asked quickly. To his dismay, the other man shook his head.
"Not in that amount of time. It would take three minutes at the very least.
"Everyone clear the area! Now!"
3...2...1...
Ring. Ring.
"Rossi".
"Dave get everyone out of there now".
"What's going on Hotch? We have almost ten minutes left. They almost have the bomb out".
"Zander lied. It's hooked to a timer, not a remote. Our's just went off".
"People, get out of here now! It's on a timer, not a remote and the one at Thompson just went off!"
"Okay, we're good, is everyone over there alright?"
"Yes, after you clear the scene take Prentiss and Reid and meet us back in the conference room. We have got to find this guy before his next bomb goes off".
"What do we do now?" Reid asked as JJ, Morgan and Hotch walked into the conference room. Rossi and Prentiss were already sitting down. It was clear to anyone
"What do we do now?" Reid asked as JJ, Morgan and Hotch walked into the conference room. Rossi and Prentiss were already sitting down. It was clear to anyone who took one glance into the room that the six profilers were tired, worried, stressed and frustrated.
"I honestly do not know," Hotch said quietly. "We have had press conferences, posted Zander's picture all over town, dug through his entire life, and we still have no idea where he is hiding or how he is getting materials to make the bombs. If he even is the one making them. We need a miracle".
"Allow me to deliver," said an enthusiastic looking Garcia, half walking, half running over to the round table. She placed a file in front of Morgan.
"What am I looking at Baby girl?"
"Peter Sanchez. While you all have been off playing superhero I was looking further into our guy. Carson Zander attended James Howard Academy, a private school in Trenton, for one year before his father died. His roommate was Peter Sanchez. Three years ago, Petey moved to Quantico, and owns his own body shop". Hotch looked over Morgan's shoulder at the file and nodded.
"Private, secluded and he would have all the things needed to make a bomb. Good work Garcia. Let's go".