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Chapter XI
SSA Aaron Hotchner entered the BAU meeting room and found the technical analyst working on her computer.
"Sir, I've called Upward Elevators. Miss Jacobs left an hour ago. Morgan and Rossi are on their way to her house right now" informed Garcia.
"Good" answered the unit chief. And then looking at the screen, he added: "How's everything in there?" He saw Reid kneeling by Sebastian Malucci's side, wondering of it was a good idea for his subordinate to be so close to his attacker.
"Apparently, the guy has a dislocated shoulder. Reid is trying to help him" explained Penelope.
"God damn it! Son of a...!" Sebastian Malucci yelled out loud at the top of his lungs with tears forming at the corner of his eyes.
Dr. Spencer Reid knew that in case of a dislocated shoulder, the injured person had to be on his back, laying down on a firm surface. The person giving assistance should slowly reach using the hand of the dislocated shoulder behind their head and try to touch the opposite shoulder. Through the very slow, steady reaching, the shoulder should align itself and pop back into place. He had to cup the victim's elbow for support, guiding their arm through the maneuver. His other hand could be placed on their shoulder to apply support to the joint as goes through the motion. That was the Milch technique. And that's exactly what he did in his first attempt to help Sebastian Malucci. But his attempt was in vain.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry" he apologized. Apparently, he hadn't done it right, inflicting excruciating pain to the already hurt man.
"Jesus Christ!" The smelly guy kept uttering a string of curses, holding his left arm with his right hand.
Reid knew that improperly putting the shoulder back into place could cause injury to blood vessels or nerves. He really didn't want to harm the guy.
"Maybe it would be better of you'd leave it like that until they rescue us" said Linda, considering the situation. She didn't want to see the two men fighting again. In some more minutes, the elevator would drop once again. She really didn't want to spend the minutes leading to the fall trying to break them apart, while coping with the sharp pain she felt on her wrist.
"No, that's not good. The sooner the shoulder is pop back into place, the better" explained Reid. Then he looked at Sebastian. "Let me try again."
"Are you trying to take revenge for what I did before?" asked the smelly guy, swallowing a lump on his throat in his attempt to control the massive amount of pain he felt.
"No, no. I really want to help you. I sear, you'll feel much better once the bone is back into the joint." Reid knew that the next fall was approaching with giant leaps and the guy would need both arms if he wanted to survive the five-floor drop that was coming their way. Linda would need the agent's help due to her broken wrist. Would he be able to help himself?
"Come on, let me try again" said Spencer, looking straight into Sebastian's eyes. "We have a few more minutes before the next fall. You'll need both your hands."
Sebastian closed his eyes, very much aware of the fact that the agent's words were true. He felt pissed off to have to let the guy help him, after he had treated him so badly. But swallowing his pride, he slightly nodded and tried to relax on the floor.
Reid got close to him again.
"Just try to fix it this time..." Sebastian paused and as if in shame, he quietly added: "Please."
Linda, watching everything without interrupting, thought: "And the tables are turned."
"Just relax" soothed Reid. He knew that a relaxed body would slip more easily back into place. He bent the guy's elbow and turned his injured arm until the hand rested against his stomach, before continuing with the technique. Spencer performed the movement slowly to reduce the pain and increase the chances of reattaching the shoulder.
The FBI agent hoped this time the technique would work.
Rossi stopped the SUV in front of Janey Jacobs' residence. Derek Morgan got out of the vehicle and walked up the stairs towards the front door, followed by his older colleague.
Pounding on the door with his fist, Morgan shouted: "Janey Jacobs, FBI! Open the door!"
They waited for a few seconds, but they didn't receive any answer.
So Derek tried again. "Janey Jacobs! Open the door!"
David Rossi checked the windows, but didn't notice any movement inside the house. Not one sound could be heard. The house looked empty.
The two FBI agents took out their guns and prepared themselves to enter the house, although they hadn't been invited.
Rossi looked at Morgan and nodded. Derek forcefully kicked the door open, yelling: "FBI! Janey Jacobs!"
Upon crossing the entrance, they found themselves in the living room, where nothing looked suspicious or out of place. Then, they continued searching the rest of the house. First, the kitchen. The back door was closed and there was no sign of the woman they were looking for. Next, they took the corridor leading to the rest of the rooms.
Morgan signaled a broken frame on the floor. Rossi caught the signs of struggle and nodded in understanding. They remained in silence walking like tigers stalking their prey.
They found a closed door. Morgan placed his hand on the doorknob and in less than a second, he was storming into the room, with Rossi at his heels.
"Oh my God." Morgan gasped at the sight in front of him.
On top of a crumpled bed, lay the lifeless body of Miss Janey Jacobs. She had been stabbed and had a slash on her throat. Her eyes were wide open. Blood covered her motionless figure and parts of the room, a silent witness of the cruel and vicious attack that had taken place moments before the arrival of the federal agents.
"Rossi, look at her mouth" said Morgan. There were two cuts in the form of an X crossing the dead woman's mouth.
"You won't talk" stated Rossi, explaining the clear message of such a savage assault.
"We should call Hotch" said Derek taking out his phone.
Just then, they heard the screeching of tires and something as heavy as a rock broke the window of the room, which soon filled with smoke.
"Rossi! Take cover!"
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