A/N: Okay quick Chapter, because I don't want to keep you all waiting! Once again I will say thank you for everything!

I do not own the characters!

Enjoy!

Mark took his time writing the time of death of his former assignment. He knew the FBI agents would be expecting him. If he never showed up, then they would automatically become even more suspicious of him. He couldn't have that. He grimaced at the grieving family. He never liked people who cry over such mundane things like death. Mark held back the urge to roll his eyes as he walked out of the room. He didn't want to comfort the family. He looked at his chart. He had to visit some old lady who was on her death-bed. More grieving families. He looked at his watch. It's only been about a good hour since the blonde lady had seen him.

He trekked down the stairs towards the hospice room. He ignored the crying granddaughter asking her mommy why was Granny so sick. The only thing he managed to do was make sure his assignments were comfortable. He preferred them over their families. They were strong.

"Hello…" His voice trailed off as he saw the old woman covered in blood. He rose an eyebrow. Did she kill herself?

"Don't move," A voice said. Mark raised his hands knowing he was behind him.

"What are you doing?" Mark questioned although he contorted his face as if he was afraid.

"He knew too much. Change of plans. I'm kidnapping you," He heard Dan whisper as he felt the barrel of the gun touch the back of his head.

"The FBI are here! Are you insane?" Mark questioned.

"No… I'm not. Your boy had enlightened me… I'm going after what I want," Dan growled. "I'm going to knock you out," he warned.

"Go for it," Mark said making his own breathing hitch to keep up the appearance of being scared. Before he knew it, pain exploded from the back of his skull. He felt Dan begin to drag him before he fell unconscious.

….

JJ and Hotch were waiting to see Morgan. The doctor didn't think it was such a good idea. He believed that Morgan needed some rest. He said that Morgan was exhausted as it appeared he had been wandering around for almost two days. He said that Morgan needed to heal up a bit and stress would not help him out.

Hotch wanted to tell the doctor to save his "wise words" for someone who actually would listen. Hotch knew the moment they woke him up, he would want to search for Reid. This is what Hotch wanted. To find Reid. Then everybody can rest.

JJ on the other hand, wanted Morgan to get better. She still felt guilty for the way she treated Morgan. She knew deep down that Morgan wouldn't have been in this condition had he not tried to protect Reid. She loved Morgan, and she hoped he truly forgave her. She did owe him for not telling Reid that she was the reason he left. But at the moment, none of it matters. She wanted Morgan to get better. They can gather the clues and find Reid without disturbing him. After all, they were professionals at this sort of thing. The only set back was Strauss and Homicide. Both believed that Morgan killed Reid, well maybe not for long given that they don't have any evidence of Spence's death.

"Let's go get some coffee," Hotch stated standing up. He wanted to distract JJ. He saw the guilt in her eyes, the slight defeat in her posture. He noticed the hope that held her head up, but whatever was going on in her mind could be self-destructive. He needed her on her top game. If they found Reid, he would need her. She would most likely be the first one he would speak too given she knew so much about the situation. So he figured the little coffee shack on the second floor would do some justice.

"Alright," JJ sighed and stood up as well. They headed down the hallway past a grieving family. JJ frowned. From behind the guy looked a little like Spence. He must have either lost a wife or some other family member. Hotch caught her line of sight, but continued walking. Obviously it wasn't Reid.

When the two FBI agents stepped into the elevator, they didn't notice how the man broke away from the sobbing group who were too distraught to realize that he didn't even belong with them. He sauntered down the hallway knowing exactly who his next victim was. Dan smiled as he saw how close Derek Morgan was to the exit. He had already brought the car around.

He slipped into the room and frowned at the sight of the unconscious man.

There was so much discomfort in the man's countenance. It sort of made him happy. However, all good things must come to an end. He stepped closer to the bed, making sure to keep his footsteps light. However, he wasn't quiet enough.

Morgan's eyes shot open as the familiar face registered in his mind. Morgan sat up quickly and Dan only smiled.

"So we meet again," Dan chuckled before launching himself towards the stronger man. Much to his surprise, Morgan wasn't too weakened from the accident or even being shot. He was able to roll out of the bed, ripping the needles out in the process.

Morgan stood still. His eyes watched for any movement. Like a lion watching a doe. Morgan was going to wait. This man was not going to win.

Dan saw it all in Morgan's eyes and slowly stalked closer. He knew Morgan was strong—stronger than him. He had to make all the right moves. No second chances.

'You wanted him to come to you,' He heard Spencer's voice. This only angered Dan. He took two quick steps towards Morgan and on the third lunging his fist, which he noticed too late was rather slow. Morgan easily blocked the lousy attempt and immediately striked the man's face, causing his head to snap back. Morgan watched as the man lost slight balance and blood trickled from his nose. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Morgan jumped behind him, putting his arm under Dan's, and locking his hands behind Dan's back. He slowly started bending the man's head forward. He knew he could kill Dan. It was so simple. He wanted to, but he had to know one thing.

"Where's Dr. Reid," Morgan said lowly to the struggling man. When the man didn't respond, Morgan pushed a bit further, causing the other man to turn red from the lack of Oxygen.

"Where is he?!" Morgan shouted.

"He-he—"

"Freeze! Let the man go!" Came a strong male voice.

Morgan looked up in surprise to see a middle-aged man and a younger man with guns in their hands aiming at him. Not Dan, but him. He immediately released the man, mainly because he knew he was in a bad position. He got a good look at their patch. Homicide detectives. Did that mean Spencer was… Dead?

A simple motion had gone unnoticed. Dan had reached into his waistband and pulled out a gun and in less than a second, before the detectives could register his motive, he shot the younger one straight in the head and the other man in the chest.

Before Morgan could move Dan took the distraction and with as much force as he could muster, slammed the butt of the gun on the side of Morgan's head causing him to fall, but not become unconscious. Dan quickly ran towards the drawer where he knew certain medications would lay. He grabbed a vial of morphine and drew it out with a syringe. Quickly back at the man's side, he injected enough to cause immobilization on Derek's part and he quickly dragged Morgan into the hall. He knew security had evacuated the rooms nearby and will be back to look for the "shooter." Dan quickly dragged Morgan out of the room and decided to place Morgan in the trunk, which was harder than he thought considering Morgan's body size.

In less than a minute, he sped away and he knew he was successful.

A/N: I just wanted to unravel Dan's plan! (On the bright side, Morgan's physically stronger than him!)

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