Hey, everyone. Here is the next chapter for you all. Again, sorry for the wait but as I've said before, I can't always promise when my updates will be. Yes, the team now knows the identity of the unsub and trust me, there are going to be some great moments coming up in the next few chapters. You don't hurt anyone of the team and come out of it well. Enjoy and I look forward to hearing from you all.

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Morgan watched as Garcia was rushed through the doors to the ER and out of his reach. She was losing so much blood that he didn't know if she was going to make it. He brought out his phone and dialled Hotch's number. He gripped the phone tighter as the face of Reid and Garcia's attacker came into his mind. How could they have not seen that it was him.

"Morgan, how is she?" Hotch's voice came down the line.

"She's losing a lot of blood and they've rushed her to the ER. I can't be with her. Hotch, she saw his face. She knows who he is. We all do."

"Who?" Hotch demanded.

"It's Ryan Davidson. He's the head mail clerk. We were looking for someone outside of the FBI but the son of a bitch was right in front of us. We need to warn Emily."

"Morgan, we can't contact them. We know who he is now but Reid still needs to be kept safe."

"Hotch, they need to know. Do what Reid did with Maeve. Go to a payphone, call collect and use a word that Emily would know. Davidson is going to be desperate now and he won't stop until he has Reid. Garcia fought him as much as she could."

"He escaped through the window and down the fire escape. The few neighbours I've managed to talk to said they heard a gunshot. I think Garcia managed to wound him judging by the blood on the fire escape. I've called the rest of team. JJ is coming to stay with you at the hospital. Rossi is coming here and Blake is arranging police protection for Jack, Henry and everyone else. I'm going to call Cruz on the way to the payphone to get some agents to rip Davidson's life apart. He's going to pay for what he's done."

Emily finished drying her hair when the phone began to ring. She stepped out of her room and picked up the phone. "Hello."

"We have a collect call from Sergio," the operator said. "Will you accept the charges?"

"Yes," Emily said as her mind went on full alert. She knew that it was from the team as they were the only ones who knew the name of her old cat. Heavy breathing came from down the line after the click.

"Emily, is that you?" Hotch said quickly down the phone.

"Hotch, I thought we agreed no contact."

"We know who he is," Hotch explained, his voice a mix of panic and anger. "It's Ryan Davidson. He's a mail clerk at the BAU. Look, I'm calling you to warn you. He attacked Garcia in her apartment. He stabbed her in the back but she fought him off and injured him by shooting him."

"Is she okay?" Emily gasped as she closed the door to her room. She didn't need Reid hearing anything she was saying.

"She's in surgery according to Morgan's latest update. She lost a lot of blood and they're trying to repair the damage. Emily, Davidson is going to be desperate and now he's going to be more hell bent on finding Reid. Keep a close eye on Reid and stay alert."

"Hotch, I'm going to need to tell Reid about what happened. He'll push us away if we keep secrets from him and if something happens to Garcia, he deserves to know."

"Make sure he knows that he's not to blame. He thinks that anything that happens connected with his attacker is his fault when it isn't. Don't bring him here. He has to stay safe in New Orleans."

"I won't let anything happen to him. You catch this bastard and you call me again when you can about Garcia. Just tell her that Emily and her genius are thinking about her and that we're going to give her the biggest hug when we see her again."

"I'll tell her. Emily, how's he doing? Please, any good news will keep us going."

"He's doing good," Emily said as she wiped a tear from her cheek at the knowledge her best friend was in surgery and had been attacked. "He's learning the piano using Braille markers, he's got black hair now and he has gifts for you all that he can't wait to give to you when he sees you again. He loves you all and not a day goes by that he doesn't worry about all of you. Tell Rossi that I've been taking him to food festivals and other things. He misses you all so much."

"We miss him too," Hotch said shakily as his voice began to break. Emily knew that everything that had happened was taking a toll on him too. "We've been having weekly dinners together and Garcia always sets him a place and puts his picture there. She learned how to shoot. She got the highest mark in the test. Tell Reid that we're bringing him home soon."

"I will," Emily assured him. "Keep me posted on Garcia. Don't use Sergio again to identify yourself. Use the name of my favourite author."

"Got it. I'll call from the payphone as soon as I can. Be safe."

"Stay safe too."

"Emily, tell Reid one more thing. We gave Garcia the revolver that he always uses. She used his gun to save herself. He is protecting us even from far away. Goodbye, Emily."

"Goodbye, Hotch."

Emily disconnected the call and put the phone down on the bookshelf. Her hands clenched into fists and she struggled to keep herself from losing control. Anger, sadness and worry all fought to be in driving seat but she rejected them all. She needed to stay strong. Opening the draw near her bed, she brought out the gun Morgan had sent and checked it over before loading a clip into it. She attached a holster to her belt and slid the gun inside of it. "You come here, you son of a bitch, and you die."

Reid played the keys on the piano in quick succession and chuckled happily to himself as he played the song without making a single mistake. He was almost finished when two soft hands came over his and stopped him from playing. "Emily, what's wrong?"

She cradled his hands and stroked her thumb over Garcia's ring. His bottom lip quivered as the dark feeling he had been fighting overwhelmed him. "I-Is she-," he tried before taking a deep breath. "Is she okay?"

"She's in surgery," Emily spoke as calmly as she could. She helped him rise from the piano stool and guided him over to the couch. "I don't expect you to stay calm. I'm barely holding it together. Hotch called using a payphone and a codeword. Garcia was attacked by the unsub. He stabbed her in the back but she managed to use a gun to shoot him and injure him. He got away but we know who is know. His name is Ryan Davidson and he's the head mail clerk at the FBI."

"Is she going to make it?" Reid asked as tears came down his cheeks.

"Hotch is going to call me back with information when he can get back to the payphone. She'll be okay. Reid, she's a fighter and always has been."

"I need to go back," Reid said as he tried to rise from the couch.

Emily pushed him back down and stopped him from moving. "Reid, we can't go to the others. Davidson needs to be caught and then it'll be safe."

"Garcia is hurt though and she was with me when I got hurt. I need to be with her," Reid shook his head. "It's my fault that she got hurt."

"It is not your fault!" Emily snapped at Reid before shaking him gently. "Hotch knows that and wanted me to make sure that you know that too. Garcia learned how to shoot a gun and she got the highest score during her qualification test. She's been keeping your gun close to her. It was your revolver she used to wound Davidson. You helped save her from even far away. If you go back and something happens, all of this was for nothing and the team will never recover from losing you. I know Garcia wouldn't have told him anything. This will all be over soon."

"I know him," Reid bit his lip. "I even brought him coffee a few times before. Why would he do this to me? I don't understand why he's doing this."

"We'll find out," she soothed. "They've all missed you so much. As soon as we know the coast is clear, we will go back and we'll go straight to the hospital to be with Garcia. Come here."

Emily wrapped her arms around him and held him close. He held her too and knew she was anchoring him to reality at that moment.

Cruz followed the SWAT team as they burst into Davidson's apartment. Every room was cleared of any danger. He walked into Davidson's bedroom and saw no outward sign of anything unusual. "Bring Medova and Smith here. I want this apartment ripped apart," Cruz said as he gave orders to one of the Swat team. Cruz was left alone in the room. His foot hit against the bed. A thought came to his mind as he noticed the bed was a Murphy bed. Grabbing the bottom, he pushed it up to see the true extent of Davidson's obsession and madness.

Pinned to the board attached to the bed were photos of Reid that littered the bottom of the large board. Half seemed to be have taken before the attack at the BAU and the other half taken after it. Cruz found personal information on Reid along with detailed descriptions of his habits. He unfolded a folded section and his eyes widened as he took in the documents and pictures in front of him. Pulling out his phone, Cruz dialled Rossi's number.

"This is Rossi."

"Rossi, I'm in Davidson's apartment. You need to get here now."

Davidson hissed as he applied antiseptic to the bullet wound to his side. Nothing had gone to plan and he had already heard the reports on the news. They knew about him now. As he grabbed some small forceps, he put them into the wound to get the bullet. No scream escaped his lips because he made himself think of Spencer's screams and how he would hear them one last time. He would hear them and he would have victory over them all at last. Finding the bullet, he pulled it out and immediately applied pressure to the small hole in his side.

"Nothing is going to stop me," he laughed as he pressed harder. "Nothing."

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