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Emily slid down into the chair and crossed her hands together. "You certainly have a lot to answer for, Theodore."
"I don't know what you think I did but you got no proof," he smirked at her. Emily wanted nothing more than to punch the smirk off his face but she didn't need to, she had everything she needed in front of her.
"Proof is actually something I've got in abundance, I always thought men like you were smarter than this but it seems I'm wrong. Men like you are usually careful and calculate three steps ahead before even taking one. You made a mistake and this one little mistake will cost you everything. You let things get personal. When you combine my resources here at Interpol and the resources of a certain brilliant BAU team in America, there is nothing we can't find out. We know about the drug you are trying to push through and we've already had the FBI pick up the few men you have already bribed. All research and development at your company has ceased. The FBI found some interesting things after being granted a warrant. We have it all, Theodore, and you are going to stay in cuffs for the rest of your life. The secret accounts, the dirty deals with drug dealers and all the bad things you didn't want us to find out. Your hands are dirtier than the devil's hands."
"I don't understand," Renner said angrily. "There is no way in hell they got a warrant."
"The moment your little subordinates and sub bosses began to squeal, we had everything we needed. Even your little hitman has started talking, my friend Hotch can be very friendly or very frightening. I'm guessing he used the latter with your man."
Renner remained silent as he stared at Emily, she continued.
"You tried to murder an FBI agent, one that means a lot to me, you also tried to murder two more members of my team by sending a shooting squad into a hospital where they opened fire. I don't take people threatening my family or trying to hurt them very well. Here is the difference between you and me. While this case is personal to me, I'm not letting it compromise me. I'm not giving you anything to use in court. That was your biggest mistake, you were so jealous of Spencer Reid in college and that hate continued into adulthood. I can end your own personal battle now. He is better than you in every way, a survivor and a man who has a family around him. All your assets have been frozen and you will stay in custody until your trial in America. We are getting you back there as soon as we can."
"My daughter needs me, she needs my money to support her life," he snapped.
"Your daughter is cared for by her mother who you divorced three years ago. She doesn't need your money and she's damn lucky you left when you did. You only wanted to get her back so she couldn't be used against you."
Emily rose up from her chair and made her way to the door, she waited at it till the red light disappeared from the recorder. She made a mental note to thank Clyde.
"Renner, I may not have let things get personal when the recording was on but I will now. I've taken down terrorists, arms dealers and men who have killed and bloodied their way through life. You're lucky my old team, my family, wants you to rot in jail. If it were up to me, I'd make you suffer till your last breath and trust me, you would suffer."
She opened the door and walked out to see Clyde turning on the recorder again.
"I do love it when you go all badass," Clyde smiled before taking the file from her hands, he looked through the one way glass. "I see a pig about to squeal any second, don't you?"
"I see someone who almost made me lose my family," she sighed. "I need to see them."
"We're getting him out of the country fast, you could go with him on his journey home and take a few days. You've earned it after bringing this scumbag down. We have all made a major dent in the illegal drug industry, he had connections everywhere."
"I didn't take him down," she said before thinking of her team. "We all did."
A few hours earlier
"Andrew Demarco," Hotch said as he walked forward. "Born in Illinois, you have a sister who you're estranged from and both your parents died in a house fire. The strange thing is that your dad was a firefighter and his house burned down due to a lit cigarette. I looked up your father, one of the best safety records in the history of his department. How did your dear old father die especially after giving up smoking months before the fire?"
"How the hell did you find out my name?"
"The FBI and Interpol have been very busy tonight. We found you through records we obtained from Renner's personal computer systems. His security was good but I have someone who cracked it, she didn't take our family being almost killed very lightly and when someone attacks our family, she's unstoppable. Once we had your name, we found other cases which we've managed to link to you. You are not as good as you think. Eighty three murders in four years."
"You can't prove anything."
Hotch couldn't help but laugh. "I have all the proof I need when it comes to these murders especially since they all seem to have the same cause of death and guess what, they all had some connection to Renner. Each and every one had wronged him in a way. I have multiple teams collecting evidence and we already have a few big nice case files against you. I'd like nothing more than to take out my gun and end this but I'm a good man and I'm not going to allow you to get away with this. Here is my offer, start talking about everything you know about Renner and I'll make sure you spend the rest of your life in prison. No death sentence."
"That's not a very good offer," Andrew snapped angrily.
"Here's my next offer, you'll spend the rest of your life in prison because I think allowing you to be executed is too easy way out for you but your charges won't be hidden. I know people in prison have ways of finding out things and according to our evidence and records. Six of your victims were children. What did the children ever do to you?"
Andrew remained silent, squirming in his cuffs. Hotch continued talking. "Do you know what they do to people who have killed children in prison? They certainly don't invite you to join the cool table. I can just imagine what they would to do you. I'm thinking late night visits and other things that will make your skin crawl."
Hotch stood in the center of the room. "If you tell me everything about Renner and his dealings, I'll make sure that some of your charges are hidden when you go to prison. Hidden from the prison and that's it. You'll still be convicted of their murders. You'll be convicted on all eighty-three murders. So, Andrew, what's it going to be?"
Andrew talked, he talked till his throat was sore from all the secrets that ripped through it.
Morgan moaned as he woke up, his back didn't hurt as much as it had before but he didn't understand why he was still alive. His vision blurred for a moment before it became clear.
"Hello, Morgan."
'No, it can't be,' his mind told him.
He turned his head, ignoring his body telling him to go asleep again. Laying in a hospital bed and facing him was Reid. Garcia sat on the edge of his bed with a small smile on her face. "So happy to see you awake, chocolate thunder."
"I thought you were scared of me," Morgan said as he looked into Reid's eyes. "I'm glad they didn't find you."
Garcia held Reid's hand and stroked the back of it with her thumb. "Sweetie, you need to do this. It's okay."
Reid nodded and looked back at him. "I'm sorry about how I acted before, I don't know what came over me. I know that you did this to me but the others told me you had no control over your actions. They keep telling me that we were friends before all this happened. I can't remember anything about you no matter how hard I try."
"You may not know a lot about me but I know a lot about you. I know that you put about six to seven sugars in your coffee and guzzle the stuff like it's water. You became more popular in high school when you coached the basketball team, you would write down the other team's plays. I kicked you out of a pool game after I found out you were hustling me. I know what happened to you in the football field when you were twelve with Alexa and the football team."
"How do you know about that?" Reid asked, his eyes wide, that was a moment he wanted to forget but never could.
"You trusted me enough to tell me, we didn't really keep secrets from each other," Morgan said before taking a deep breath and blinking away the Sandman's song. "I'm so sorry about what I did, I could see everything but I couldn't stop my body. We were friends and I hope that we can still be friends, even brothers again but I know we need to build up that trust again."
"I don't like having these gaps in my memories," Reid said before bringing his hand up and touching his head. "It feels like there is something there but I can't see it. Garcia wants things to go back to normal and even though I don't remember what the normal times were, I feel like we should at least try. I heard what you did. Thank you for protecting me and I'm sorry you got stabbed."
"I'd die for you, kid," Morgan smiled before his eyes closed and he finally succumbed to the sleep his body craved.
Garcia moved Reid's bed to the other side of the room as the nurses had told her. Rossi had managed to convince the hospital to keep them in same room. She pressed the call button so the nurses could attach all the monitors.
"That wasn't so bad," Garcia said.
"I must have trusted him to tell him about high school," Reid sighed before feeling sleepy himself. "Why would he die for me? I'm not worth dying for."
"You listen here, Spencer Walter Reid, he would die for you because you are the little brother he never had growing up and because you are his family. You both brought each other out of some dark places and together you are both unstoppable and mischievous. Get some sleep, honey. You both need your rest. You are worth dying for, Reid. You are our junior genius and we love you."
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