Spencer Reid [P.O.V.]
"You think you're so smart," Patterson smiled crookedly.
"Technically yes, according to my IQ number 187 which is higher than normal, I guess," Reid rambled.
"Shut your trap," Patterson yelled.
"Mr. Patterson-"
"It's Raphael!"
"R-Raphael?" Reid paralyzed at the mention of the name.
"Remember now boy?" he asked.
"N-no," he stuttered.
"Oh my goodness is that Reid?" JJ asked.
"What's going on?" Hotch and Morgan enter the room.
"My lovely doves the nightmare is coming back," Garcia points to the screens.
"R-Reid..." Morgan looks at the screens.
"You are not Raphael," Reid regains his posture.
"What'd you say?" Patterson asked.
"You are not Raphael," Reid answers.
"Speak up!"
"YOU'RE NOT RAPHAEL!" Reid shouts.
Patterson chuckles as he slams the back of the rifle onto Reid's head.
"Say that again," Patterson dared.
"I-I'm sorry," Reid whimpered.
Morgan slams his hands on the desk. Garcia flinched and looks at him worried.
"We'll find him," JJ soothed.
"No JJ, you don't understand...we don't have time," Morgan said helplessly.
"Garcia can you track down the signal of the computers?" Rossi asks.
"I can try but it'll take time, let's just hope he doesn't turn the system down to give me enough time," Garcia replied.
Like a jinx the computers shut down and the screens turned black.
"No, no, no," Garcia panicked.
"Bullshit," Morgan yelled.
"Morgan calm down," Prentiss insisted.
"Like hell," He put his head in his hands.
"Let's make a deal," Patterson said.
"A deal?" Reid questioned.
"What of I let you go? Will you and your team leave?"
"Y-yes we'll leave," Reid cried.
He heard a gunshot and saw Patterson fall with a bullet engraved between his forehead. Reid sobbed as the blood splattered on his face and clothes.
"You know he was always a pest. He couldn't even kill a fly," Reid heard someone say.
Reid looked up and saw a young man with a revolver turning the camera on.
"Hello and welcome to my game," he smiled greeting the team.
"Two UnSubs?" JJ asked.
"No...he's the real UnSub," Rossi said.
"Then that means Patterson was an accomplice," Prentiss says.
"Morgan was there someone else in the house with Patterson?" Hotch asked.
"No it was just him," Morgan answered.
"Garcia look for anyone close or related to James Patterson," Hotch orders.
"I'm on it," Garcia types furiously on the keyboard.
"Confess," he orders.
"I have nothing to confess about," Reid answers.
"Alright...how about we play Russian Roulette?" He puts a single bullet in the revolver spinning it.
He pulled the trigger next to his head...nothing happened.
"Alright...I'm...a carrier," Reid whimpers.
"A what?" 'Raphael' asked.
"A carrier...someone who can have a full term pregnancy. Of course there are risks but with-"
"You're a sinner?" he asked.
"..." Spencer didn't answer.
"Disgusting! A different sexuality! Not married and pregnant!" he shouted.
"N-no it's not what you think," Spencer tried explaining.
"Hotch we have to find where they are!" Morgan shouted.
"Morgan calm down," Garcia soothed.
"You heard Spencer! He's pregnant we have to get to him!" Morgan was close to hysteria.
"Yes and we also know that you are the other father," Emily whispered.
"How did you?" he gaped surprised and shocked.
"Derek...we're profilers...we're a team and a family...and I might've overheard something," JJ said.
"Pity...I actually liked you," the crazed UnSub punched him in the face.
"Please d-don't," Reid pleaded.
"Alright but let's strike another deal," he grabbed his hair pulling his head up.
"Deal?"
"Yes...you tell me who the father is, I kill him and you might...just might live," he grinned.
"You...can kill my...baby's father?" Reid asked.
"I can," he smiles.
"It won't be easy," Reid said.
"Trust me I can get him," he reassured.
"...Derek Morgan," Reid stared into his eyes.