A/N: Hey people! sorry for the delay! My computer crashed and I had to rewrite my new chapters :( Anyway i hope you enjoy it!!!
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Usual Disclaimer: Criminal Minds doesn't belong to me... but if it did.... :D
Morgan sat on the floor, telling them what had happened to him over the past few days as Prentiss sat above him, bandaging up his shoulder. Apart from the shoulder wound, which was still bleeding slightly, all of Morgan's other wounds had stopped bleeding. For that he was grateful. He had a t-shirt and a jacket to chuck on afterwards from amongst the stuff Garcia had brought round. When he finished it was silent as the team processed what he had told them. Even Prentiss had stopped what she was doing to listen to him. The looks on each of their faces made Morgan glad he hadn't told them everything. If they did… Morgan just sighed. Hotchner looked up and cleared his throat. It seemed to help bring everyone else out of their thoughts as they all looked up startled.
"We need to decide what to do. This doesn't sound good and we all know that. Obviously this thing goes pretty high up and it's going to be hard to prove anything but we all know that Morgan didn't kill those people."
The others gave small nods and Prentiss finished bandaging Morgan's arm. When she finished he stood and stretched it out, wincing slightly. He gave Prentiss a small nod and a smile, grabbing his clothes as he did. It was when he was bending down to pick up his jacket that he saw something that made his heart stop. He was facing a door that lead off to Reid's kitchen and as he watched, several shadows moved past the gap at the bottom of the door. Quickly and silently he pulled his gun out of his holster. Motioning to the others to be quiet, he stood up and made his way over to the window. While keeping his eye on the door, Morgan hid behind the curtains before having a quick look out the window. Outside was a black armoured van, almost exactly like the ones S.W.A.T. use. Morgan swore silently before looking back at the others. They were all up and everyone except Garcia had a gun out. At Hotchs questioning look Morgan just nodded. He pointed at them, then through the door that led to the back of the house. Morgan went over to them and quickly whispered to the team who kept glancing towards the windows and doors. "Look, it'll be two teams, one from the front and one from the back. They might try to flush us out, which means we have to get away fast. Garcia, stay close to the others and don't let that flash drive out of your possession. If anything happens, break it."
As he said the last part Morgan looked at Garcia, his face filled with concern. Before anyone could say anything there was a soft bang from behind the door. Everyone couldn't help but glance towards the door but when no one came through, Morgan began pushing them towards the door.
"Wait Morgan, what are you planning on doing?"
"Just get them out of here Hotch. I'll be fine. I know how they think."
He looked back at them and saw they were all about to argue.
"I'll be right behind you, I promise."
He pushed them towards the door again and this time they moved, each of them casting him one last look. Ignoring them, Morgan ran to where he had been waiting for Reid and pulled a bag out from underneath the couch. Inside was a collection of flash grenades, spare ammo, a couple of maps and the tools he had used to break into Reid's house. He pulled out one of the flash grenades and waited beside the door the others had left by. Flinging the bag over his shoulder he held out the flash grenade, ready for whatever came through that door. Morgan let out a deep breath he had been holding. On the outside he looked calm and ready. On the inside his heart was pounding and his stomach was churning. It had been easier before when it was just him, but now the others were involved it made it so much more… real. The door flew open in front of him and all Morgan needed was a second as the two men who came moving into the room and took in what they saw. Morgan threw the flash grenade and moved out the door behind him in one quick movement. As it landed, a white light lit up the living room, stunning the men who came through the door. They threw their hands up in shock, trying to protect their eyes as they yelled out. Morgan hardly heard them. He was already out the door, checking each room as he went. It took a lot longer then what he wanted but he managed to get through almost the whole house without meeting anyone. A single gunshot isolated and close, followed by the sound of automatic weapons had Morgan moving faster than he ever had before. As he followed after the rest of the team, he found a single body, eyes wide open and slack hands no longer gripping their weapon.
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Hotch led the way as the team made their way through Reid's house. Prentiss was just a step behind him, with Garcia behind her and Reid, Rossi and JJ bringing up the rear and keeping an eye out behind them. They didn't want anyone to sneak up on them. They moved silently, Hotch signalling the others to stop, move or to listen. They all got a bit of a shock when one of the men ran past the window they were crouching under but lucky they weren't seen. They were just passing a spare bedroom when the door opened and a man dressed in SWAT gear, stepped out the door. JJ, who was closest, took one look at him and saw him start to raise his gun. She was quicker though and managed to bring her own gun up and shot him in the chest. The man fell over backwards, through the doorway and as he did, his finger, still tight on the trigger, let loose a wave of bullets. They tore through the ceiling and wall above them as everyone dove for cover. Once it stopped the team chanced a look up. Reid's hallway and bedroom was pretty much destroyed. Reid stared at it for a moment, completely shocked. Morgan would pay for it later he decided. Someone was pulling on his arm to get up. Looking up he saw it was Rossi. He quickly got to his feet, brushing off some of the dust that had settled in his hair and on his clothes.
"Everyone alright?" Hotch asks, the concern on his face evident.
They all nod, too shocked to speak.
He motioned for them to follow and they set off again, checking each room as they went. They had only just turned the corner when running footsteps were heard behind them. Instantly, they were up against the wall. Prentiss, who was at the back of the group, carefully looked around the corner. There was a man, looking into the room where the dead man had been. Prentiss couldn't see his face but she took a step forward, her gun aimed at him. She took a step forward, keeping her eyes on the man. She kept her breathing shallow, making slow movements, not wanting him to hear her. Just then her foot landed on a piece of plaster from the roof, cracking it. The noise seemed ten times louder to her as the man turned, bringing his gun up. Her fingers on the trigger, she waited that second longer, just long enough to see his face.
"Shit Emily. You almost gave me a heart attack."
"I gave you a heart attack? Well that's a first!"
"Is everyone alright?" Morgan asked, making his way over to her.
She nodded and started walking back to the others. "Yeah everyone's fine. A little stunned but we're good."
Morgan just nodded as they rounded the corner. The rest of the team had their guns raised, causing Morgan and Prentiss to stop short.
"Whoa. Hi guys, mind lowering the guns so we can get out of here?"
Hotchner just shook his head as he approached Morgan.
"We need to leave now. Which way do you think would be best?"
Morgan looked up and down the hall. He shook his head slightly.
"To be honest, I don't know. They changed tactics with that guy back there."
He ran a hand over his face. He looked down the hallway the team had been heading down.
"I think the best way to go would be out back and through the bushes. The only problem is it's a bit of a run across open space to get there. We're going to need to cover each other and run in pairs."
They all heard footsteps coming this way, so with a quick nod from everyone, Hotch and Rossi started off again. The rest of the team followed, everyone's hearts pounding as they moved.
Reaching outside took longer than anyone wanted. One at a time they slipped out the door, each expecting a bullet to come tearing through the air. When they were all out and leaning against the house, they took a moment to breathe.
"Where are they all? Something's off here." Morgan said, his face creased with frown lines.
"What's wrong?" Reid asked, concerned.
The rest of the team glanced around, already on edge.
"I'm not sure."
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He watched as they made their way out the back door. He couldn't help but grin. They made it so easy sometimes. He adjusted his position slightly, lining up his first shot. His hand went to the radio in his ear.
"Boss, I have them in my sights. Twenty seconds and they're all dead. Can I take them?"
"Wait for my word before you go shooting willy nilly. But don't worry; you'll get to shoot at least one of them."
He could hear the smile in his boss's voice and couldn't help but smile himself.
"Yes sir."
