The team's first reaction was shock. "Do something!" Mrs. Little shrieked. Amy jumped up and led her to a chair.
"What happened?" she asked.
"What do you mean what happened? He took my little girl!" Mrs. Little screamed.
"How?" Hotch asked.
"We were inside, Alicia was up in her room. There was a knock at the door, I went to answer it. He was holding something, he hit me with it. I fell to the floor. I pretended to be out cold, I didn't want him to hit me again. I wasn't sure who he was until I heard Alicia yell out 'Mark!'. She didn't want to go with him, she tried to pull away. I tried to get up, but he'd hit my head too hard. Everything was so fuzzy. Alicia was crying for me. He pulled her into his car and drove away!" she explained. "Please, you've got to help me," she begged.
"So the eight other girls didn't matter, you lawyered up and wouldn't let your daughter tell us the man's last name. Now that your own daughter is missing suddenly you want our help?" Amy asked, contempt clear in her voice.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I thought that my daughter had been through enough, I didn't want to force her through the pain of the interrogation!" Mrs. Little cried.
"So the eight dead girls, their pain didn't mean anything to you?" Amy growled.
"Amy," Hotch said sternly. "Mrs. Little, we're going to need you to tell us exactly what he looked like. Morgan, get Garcia on the phone. With a first name and a physical description we should be able to find a full name," he ordered.
Morgan dialed Garcia quickly. "You've reached the office of infinite knowledge, how can I help you today?" her voice sounded over the speaker phone.
Morgan smiled. "Baby girl I need you to find someone for me. We got a first name and a physical description, think you can find him with just that?" he asked.
"Aw, now that's a pretty dumb question. You know I can," she replied.
"First name is Mark, he should live in the area. Mrs. Little, can you give a physical description?" Morgan said.
"He was tall, around 6 feet, three inches. He had blonde hair and blue eyes. There was a tattoo on his arm, and he had a small scar above his right eyebrow," she said.
"Oh, Garcia, Alicia mentioned something about him not violating parole, so he's obviously on it," Reid added.
"Got it," Garcia answered. Rapid typing could faintly be heard on the other side of the line. "One scumbag, coming right up. His name's Mark Bradley, I'm sending a picture to your phones now. Oh that's interesting," she commented.
"What is?" Hotch asked.
"Apparently he doesn't know it's possible to track a cell phone. His is on, and he's in New York City," she replied.
"Thanks Baby girl," Morgan said, then the line went silent. "Looks like we're headed to New York," he added.
Half an hour later, the team had divided into three different cars and already made it to New York City. Somehow, Reid and Amy wound up in the same car, alone. Amy was driving this time, because Reid didn't know the area as well. Amy had to admit that surprised her.
"So except for work, you've never been in the city before?" she asked again.
"For the third time, no I have not," he answered, but he was smiling at the fact that she found it so hard to believe.
"If we have time after we find Alicia, I am showing you the city before we go back to Quantico. But, really? You're not joking?" she repeated. She loved the city so much, she couldn't understand how anybody could have not gone there.
"Amy, if you ask me that one more time, I will never let you show me around the city," he said.
"Geez, fine. Are we getting close?" she asked. The phone had been shut off for a while, and when it came back on Amy and Reid had been closest.
"You'd probably know better than I would," Reid replied. He smiled at her look, then checked the GPS for her. It says we should be there in two minutes," he read.
"But with traffic in the city, that's more like ten. I can cut it down to five at best," Amy said. Without waiting for an answer, she turned on the sirens and lights. Cars parted to let them through, and even though progress was slow it was much better than before. As Amy had predicted, she had cut the time to get there down to five minutes. They pulled up in front of an empty apartment building.
"Wow, how romantic," she said sarcastically.
"If she fought against him taking her here, maybe he wasn't going for romantic. Maybe it was more 'good place to hide a body'," Reid suggested.
"Way to think positive. Come on," Amy said, heading for the door.
"Shouldn't we wait for the rest of the team?" Reid asked.
"And leave a scared teenage girl alone with a serial killer?" Amy replied, looking at him.
"Right," he replied. Amy kicked down the door herself, and they rushed inside, guns out. It was extremely dark inside the building, and even their flashlights didn't provide much light. Except for the front door, there were no doors in the building. Nothing to hide behind. Just empty rooms. They checked apartment after apartment, and found nothing.
Finally, they reached the top floor. They could hear faint crying coming from one of the apartments. They walked through the rooms carefully, and finally they found Alicia, curled up in the corner of one of the rooms. Amy stayed with her and tried to calm her down while Reid continued searching. He looked through the entire apartment, but Mark was nowhere to be found.
He went back towards the room where Amy and Alicia were, but stopped as soon as he reached the doorway. Amy was exactly as he had left her, kneeling on the ground across from Alicia, but now she was looking to the other side of the room. Her gun wasn't in her hand. She didn't appear to have seen Reid. By angling himself slightly, Reid could see a man standing in to corner, pointing a gun at Amy.
"You tried to take her away from me," the man said. His voice was deep, but it shook. The man was obviously unstable. "You tried to turn her against me and take her away," he repeated.
"No, I didn't do that. You did. The second you killed that first girl, you took yourself away from her," Amy replied.
"Liar!" he yelled. "I did it all for her. Alicia knows that. Just like this will be for her." He moved his hand, right away Reid knew he was going to fire. He was about to kill Amy. Knowing he had no other option, Reid pointed his gun and pulled the trigger. Mark Bradley fell to the ground. Alicia rushed over.
"He's dead," she said flatly.
"Are you okay?" Reid asked her.
"I'm fine. Thanks. You saved my life there," she replied.
"Don't mention it," Reid told her.
A few minutes later, they were outside on the street. Alicia was in an ambulance, on her way to the hospital. Mark had been put into a body bag and taken away. The rest of the team was relieved to find Reid and Amy both fine.
"We'll leave tomorrow afternoon. Reid, O'hara, nice job," Hotch said. The rest of the team got into their cars and drove off, leaving Reid and Amy alone again.
"So Reid. My offer to show you the city, that still stands," Amy said.
"If it'll shut you up, I'm in," he replied with a smile on his face.
A/N: What, you think it's over? Not a chance. I have many more plans for this story before it ends. Besides, I'm having too much fun making up serial killer MOs. Hey, it is not disturbing! As if you people never thought up creative ways to kill people. Haha, just kidding. But there is still much more to this story. I'm looking forward to the next chapter, just some fun and quality time for Amy and Reid. Review this chapter, get... uhhh... imaginary bubble wrap? I told you, I'm running out of reward ideas! Review anyway!