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If it's not one thing, it's another!

"Garcia… will you trace a number for me? The cell number is 702-555-6497," He rattled off to her as her fingers skipped over the keys like flat stones over the surface of a pond.

"Got it… That phone's at 3355 Las Vegas Blvd South."

"The Venetian," Reid said.

"Yeah! Where you and Rossi have been staying, it's owned by Mason Parker." She informed him.

"I know… I checked into it."

She gaped at him behind ruby red frames. "You can't go there on your own."

"I need to go." Reid picked up his messenger bag.

"What are you talking about?" Garcia stood up and blocked his way out of the makeshift computer room. "There's a crazy man out there with some kind of vendetta against you and your dad."

"We don't know that for sure." He backed away from the anger brewing in her dark eyes.

"You heard what I said. Lou Jenkins is dead! Your father is missing and now you want to run out of here alone." She spoke as one who can't believe the evidence of her ears as she stepped forward to drill her finger into his wine colored sweater vest.

"I'm just going back to my hotel." He looked from her finger to her face and back again.

"The hotel's owned by Mason Parker." She said, exasperation clouding her face. "Are you out of your mind?" Her hands fisted on her hips and her eyes blazed behind her glasses.

"Garcia… I promise I'll check in as soon as I get there. I have a friend in trouble." He repeated.

"Fine, but if you don't call as soon as you step through the door, I'll make you wish you'd never crossed me."

He grinned at her. "You don't scare me Garcia."

"I'll sic Morgan on you." She threatened. "If Hotch leaves anything left to get after he finds out."

"Garcia!"

She stood aside and let him go.

"What did you do that for?" Martinez said from her station. "You all said he can't stay out of trouble."

"There's one thing I've learned about Spencer Reid. You can't tell him what to do."

"Are you going to call your bosses?" Martinez asked as she continued to pour over the files they'd printed out from William Reid's computer files. She turned around and looked directly at Garcia. "We should send some help."

"I'm going to track his phone. If he doesn't call us after he gets to the hotel, we'll send help."

"I hope you're right." Martinez said.

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Rossi and Morgan left William's office with nothing but two thumping headaches. William's boss had shut down and when his partner showed up, the conversation had effectively ended.

"That was a waste of time." Morgan growled as they traveled back to the FBI field office through the golden desert sunlight.

"No… At least we know they don't have anything to with Mr. Reid's disappearance."

"Yeah… They're deathly afraid of Mason Parker, that's for sure." Rossi mused. "Maybe it's time we went to see him."

"You're right! I'm calling Hotch." Morgan said.

He'd just pulled his cell phone off the hook on his belt when it beeped. "Talk to me." He answered.

Rossi glanced over at his partner as Morgan talked to Hotch.

"What?" Morgan said. "When? What the hell happened? Okay… We'll meet you there."

Rossi turned his eyes, covered with dark glasses on the man next to him as Morgan slammed the phone shut and hit the innocent car door with his free hand. "Hotch said Lou Jenkins is dead and they found Detective Hyde. He's dead. He wants us to meet him at the FBI field office."

"Then we better get a move on."

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Emily and Hotch pulled up to the Federal building ten minutes before Rossi and Morgan made it back. They'd gathered in the conference room with Garcia and Martinez. The two women, one dressed in a bright red peasant, blouse, and a pink skirt with red and pink-strapped sandals on her feet. The other, wearing a dark blue suit jacket, skirt and a white blouse huddled around a laptop trying to be invisible.

Hotch glowered blackly as the two men entered the conference room. "Reid's gone off on his own." He informed them looking angry enough to trip the President if he passed him on the street.

Morgan rubbed a hand over his baldhead looking like he wanted to put his fist through the nearest wall. JJ strode into the room as they all began to talk at once. "We've got a real problem on our hands. Someone leaked the news of Jenkins and Hyde's death to the press. They have William Reid's name mixed up in it!"

She turned on a television in one corner of the room. A vivacious red head stood in front of High Desert State Men's Correctional Facility with a microphone in her hand. She had the look of someone that was trying to be sober, but couldn't contain her happiness at such a juicy story.

"Yes Clay…" She was saying to the off camera anchor man of the Channel 5 news. "The reports are pretty sketchy right now. We do know that Lou Jenkins, convicted of manslaughter in the death of Gary Michaels - the man who was allegedly responsible for the death of Riley Jenkins - was killed right here in this correctional facility. The warden is declining comment, but we are told by a source close to the warden that Lou Jenkins died because of a shank wound to his abdomen. Jenkins had four years left on his sentence.

"Summer…" The anchor asked, "Is there any word on the possible connection of this death with that of Detective Steven Hyde, whose body was found in his home this morning."

"No… We only know that Detective Hyde had gone missing last night. Less than eight hours later his body turned up at his home, badly beaten and shot."

"What about William Reid, the attorney associated with Lou Jenkins and Detective Hyde?"

"Well Clay, the Las Vegas police are talking, but our sources tell us that William Reid went missing two days ago."

"Do the police have any leads Summer?"

"No… As with last year, there's no evidence tying these three men together."

"Enough!" Morgan barked.

"He's right," Hotch, sighed as he looked away from the screen. "Garcia said that Reid went back to the Venetian Hotel. He said a friend was in trouble."

"What friend" Emily asked as they headed for the door.

"I don't know… Let's just get over there before he manages to get into more trouble." Morgan said testily.

Gabriella touched Garcia's arm as they stood staring after the retreating team. "What now?"

"We wait…"

Gabriella gaped at her new friend. "How can you just sit there and wait?"

Garcia went back to her computer searches with renewed energy despite her exhausted eyes. The seal on Mason Parker's records was proving much more difficult than it should have been.

"We wait," She said, "because there's nothing else to do but try to find something to help the team." She looked back up at the smaller, dark haired woman who looked like a fed from head to toe. "You've been with the bureau for how long?"

"Three years…"

"You should be used to it."

"I'm not! I'm just an analyst and nothing very exciting happens here, except for organized crime involved in the gambling industry."

"Then you'll have to learn the hard way." Garcia said distractedly.

Gabriella sat back in her chair and pursed her lips. If this was, what it was like for the profilers all the time… She shook out her hair and began working on another way to cut through the files concerning the scumbag known as Mason Parker.

Reid opened the door to suite 1602 with the key card from the front desk. It was remarkable what flashing his badge could get him from most people.

He went slowly with his gun out in front of him, clearing the rooms before calling out to her. The bedroom was on the exact opposite of where the door would have been from his suite in the same hotel. He crossed to the door and opened it carefully with his free hand. He flipped on the light and nearly dropped his gun.

"Angie…" He squeaked.

She lay on top of her bed. The bedspread and sheets were in complete disarray and spotted with bright red blood.

"Angie…" He looked in the closet and attaching bathroom before holstering his weapon and pulling out his phone. "This is Agent Reid of the FBI. I need an ambulance at the Venetian Hotel Room 1602."

He dropped his phone and bent over to feel her neck. "Angie!" He called out to her. "Can you hear me?"

"Spencer…" She said, slurring his name as she opened one blackened eye.

"Yes… Who did this to you?"

"Hurts…" She coughed. "Help me!" She whispered as dark red blood trickled out of her mouth.

His hands wanted to turn her over to her back, but he knew he couldn't move her. "Who did this to you?" He repeated.

"H-hank!" She coughed, expelling more blood onto the light blue sheets.

"Who's Hank?"

She closed her eyes.

"Stay with me Angie!"

"He's Mason Parker's thug." She swallowed thickly. "I'm so sorry Spencer." She coughed, and more tears trickled down her face. "He…" She closed her eyes.

"Come on Angie… Listen to the sound of my voice."

Her eyes suddenly opened and bored straight into his with a fiery light. "He wants to kill you Spencer. I swear I didn't know." She gripped his hand so tight, it felt like she might pull it from his wrist. "I was supposed to distract you."

She coughed. "I'm so sorry…"

"Don't talk; the ambulance will be here soon. Just focus on my face."

He sat down next to her on the bed as she groaned in pain from the numerous blows to her body and face that he could see. She was tangled in the sheets so he couldn't see her nearly nude body. Nevertheless, he kept his eyes on her face and her glassy eyes.

"I really liked you Spencer. I didn't do what he wanted me to do, so he sent Hank after me."

"Did he…" He began to stammer out.

"Yes…"

"Why? What did I do to him?"

"I don't know. Be careful Spencer. Mason Parker will come for you."

She whispered something he didn't hear. "What?"

He put his head down to her lips and she spoke in his ear.

"I don't understand."

She didn't speak. She didn't move or cry. He put trembling fingers to her neck searching for the pulse that wasn't there.

"Don't you go?" He screamed at her.

He pushed her over on her back, heedless of more damage to her body. He lifted her head and opened her mouth checking to see that her airway was clear before beginning CPR. He climbed onto the bed to kneel next to her body. He counted out chest compressions. One, Two, Three, Four Five.

The only thing he could think of was the fact that CPR was only effective seventeen percent of the time outside the hospital. Time passed as he breathed for her and did chest compressions. His arms and upper back ached and burned. He didn't hear the paramedics enter the room with Hotch and Morgan, who'd arrived at the same time.

Someone pulled him away from her. He could hear the medics talking to one another as they set up to shock her heart back into operation. He watched, not hearing Morgan trying to talk to him as they tried to get her back, but it was too late.

"Call it!'

"NO!"

"Reid!"

Someone pulled him out of the bedroom and pushed him down into the living room sofa. "Reid, tell us what happened." Rossi snapped clenching his arm. "What did she tell you?"

"It's my fault… All of this is my fault."

"Stop wallowing Agent Reid and talk to me."

"Back off Rossi." Morgan said.

"No! He knew this woman. We met up with her in an elevator last night. I don't think it was an accident."

"Reid…" Emily took a seat next to him on the couch and grabbed on of his hands. "What happened in here?"

"She… She said that one of Mason Parker's men d-did this." He clenched Emily's hand hard enough to hurt. "He-he hired her to distract and watch me. She didn't do what he wanted her to do, so he sent someone to rape and kill her."

"It's not your fault Reid," Emily said.

"Emily I -" His phone buzzed in Hotch's hand, who'd picked it up from next to the bed.

"This is A-agent R-reid!" He stammered.