Okay, so here ya go guys. Uh, almost done I think. Maybe. Possibly. Eh.

Day 9.5

"How the hell did they get in here?!" Hotch screamed, his voice silencing the chaotic room. Officers were flying everywhere, gearing up and making calls. Ramos stood at the front, surrounded by the remaining agents. He had his hand on his forehead, the other working at a pen cap guiltily.

"We don't even know who they are, Agent Hotchner."

"Yeah, we do," Derek almost shouted just as loud. "They're his fucking lackies. Ambrogino's or their head guy's. And they're after Spencer because he's the one who found out about them and all that they're doing."

"We knew this was going to happen, Morgan. He said it-"

"Said what?" JJ asked. She was directly across from Ramos, her eyes red and wet with worry. Rossi was to her left, Derek on the other side of Rossi and Hotch to her right. They were in a semi circle on Ramos, who was leaning against the file cabinets against the windows of the cop pen.

"Bordum," Hotch answered. "We were about to tell you guys while we were checking out the tools. When he asked him why he did whatever Vinny told him to he shook his head and became extremely serious."

"He told us that Vinny was only passing down orders from his younger bro," Morgan interjected. "That's why we need anything that Garcia has on Vinny's family."

JJ nodded, pulling her phone out. "I'll let Prentiss know to be extra careful. The bar could be in danger too, right?" They affirmed. "Then I'll get Garcia to dig deeper." She walked off and Rossi continued.

"In broad fucking daylight," he cursed, earning a look from Hotch. "They managed to infiltrate a police station-"

"It's my fault," Ramos cut in. He shook his head and put it in his left hand. "I should have done away with the bastards when I had a chance."

Rossi tilted his head. "What do you mean?" Derek demanded.

Ramos' voice was muffled. "The CSU guys were two of my men. They took the outfits and eased through no problem." He looked at Morgan who narrowed his eyes at him. "Dillan Davis and Jason Washington."

Derek's eye twitched and Hotch folded his arms. "Aren't those the names of the officers that were paid off by your former chief?" The unit chief asked.

Ramos nodded. "I had them take leave but I didn't think they'd come in and whisk away like they did. I didn't realize they were traitors, I just thought they went a little off track."

Derek took a calming breath under Rossi's scrutiny. He had a look on his face that clearly said 'CALM DOWN MORGAN'. "It's all good, man," he finally said. "You had no way of knowing and it's done now. We just need to focus on finding this other Ambrogino brother and getting Sp- Reid back."

Hotch opened his mouth to agree and ask where to start but his phone rang and he swiftly picked it up. "Hotch," he said.

"Boss man, it's Garcia. JJ said you needed my goddess talents."

SRSR

An entire bucket of cold water dumped over Spencer, the brunette blowing water out of his mouth as he jolted awake.

He coughed as another bucket of water was dumped over his head, his hair being yanked back like a rag doll's. His stomach hurt and his eyes burned. Behind him, his hands were tied, the rope digging into his skin mercilessly. His feet were each bound to a leg with the same type of rope, his pants rolled up exposing his ankles to the burn.

His eyes cleared, his contacts misting as they tried to readjust. A man in a wheelchair and Bordum were positioned in front of him. After blinking a few times he recognized the man who was at eye level.

"Am- Ambrogino-" he chocked out.

The man laughed deeply, moving the chair closer -and in turn himself- to Spencer. "Correct," he said in a heavy Italian accent. "But it's Lorenzo, not Vincent." He sneered at Spencer, his arms stopping the chair as he halted so that their knees were touching. "Bordum tells me that you're the one who ratted our little operation here out. Is that true?"

Spencer closed his eyes when they started to burn again, his throat surprisingly dry and his stomach flipping. How many times was this now? Four or five… maybe more? Danger magnet, more like hostage advertisement. 'Oh hey, take me! I'm free! Come on!'. He opened his eyes and cleared his throat. "Yes, it was me, he's right."

Though his legs clearly were not working, his arms were. And holy shit did they pack a punch. Literally. Spencer's head flew to the right, a tooth knocked to the floor, his eyes watered as his contacts dislodged again and his cheek split open, spurting a small amount of blood over Bordum's pants.

The strange man didn't bat an eyelid as he watched the blood spatters land over the floor and at him, but his boss-man, the other Ambrogino, seemed to bloat with fury… Not that it was hard with his almost obese frame already.

"You fuckin'-" He hit Spencer again, this time the opposite way so he wouldn't get stained by the new stream of blood that came flying out of the agent's face. The brunette whimpered in pain but tried not to let out more than that. He had to stay strong, Derek would find him soon.

PGPG

Garcia stared openly at the computer screen, disappointment radiating through her entire body. She felt guilty and horrible and wanted to stick one of her fuzzy pen's into her throat. HOW DID SHE MISS THAT?! She sent the footage to Hotch, fully expecting the man to be angry at her. Instead, he immediately shouted orders to Ramos' men to look further into the Ambrogino's background.

Realizing he was seething internally, she hurried to get the information before anyone else and get back in good graces with the unit chief. Her fingers tap-tap-tapped against her keyboard faster than she ever remembered them going. In a matter of twenty-four minutes and fifty-seven seconds, she had the information he requested. Instead of sending it to him like she planned, she called him and asked for a video conference. His voice was strangely calm and collected when he picked up and Penelope worried someone else had found the info first.

"Sure, we'll connect you now," he told her, and she beamed brighter when they appeared on the screen, than she had in the last nine days.

"I'm so sorry I missed that, guys. There's no excuse-"

Ramos shook his head as Emily relaxed in her chair, happy that news had arrived and relieved the women they found were getting treated. Derek was pacing, but he was a lot more level-headed than Garcia would have expected. Hotch was in front of the screen, his face the most prominent and he was nodding at her. JJ and Rossi were watching with attentive eyes from the right corner of the room. "It's fine, Garcia. We didn't notice until you pointed it out so it's fine."

It was then that she realized he was mad at himself and not at her. She sighed with relief before pulling a window up on their screen. "This is the video I saw the thug and wheelie dude roll out of." She circled the area, using the computer, at the top of the screen that was just barely on camera. There was not even six seconds these dudes were on screen and it annoyed the shit out of her. The only thing she could make out was that the wheelie guy was an exact copy of the picture they had of Vincent Ambrogino before his surgery.

"I went digging and I found out that Vincent had a twin brother that was given up for adoption when they were four. They found each other sixteen years ago when the younger brother, Lorenzo, decided he was going to put an inquiry in for his family. We didn't know about him because he's been going by Lorenzo Avarzzir. Two years ago, during a conflict with the Marcio gang in San Fran, he was shot in the spine and forced into a wheel chair. His surgery was done at the same hospital as Vinny's mouth surgery." She took a deep breath and smiled happily at the stunned faces of the people on the other side of the screen. Yeah, she had done some beautifully amazing research. But she wasn't done yet.

"Get this, all of the bank's assets that were wiring into Vinny's accounts were dummies. The poor fool never realized it because he was panicky about spending it. He had separate accounts, one for saving and one for spending. Everything he put into the spending was apparently his own money that he made as a boss. Well, the underling of the direct boss. All the money the 'real boss' was giving him? Fake. The account disappeared into thin air as soon as I went to look for it again." She tapped away and the screen on the other end of her computer changed to show them her findings.

"The 'real boss'? Lorenzo. For some reason, he took over and Vinny let him. He was probably a violent bugger, worse than the narcissist. He was, to my knowledge anyway. I mean, really, taking money from your older brother that he earned, I mean, it wasn't nice at all- he is a gangster after all and they're all kind of evil but maybe one is more evil than the other. Like that evil twin, eviler twin thing Reid tried to pull-"

"Garcia," Derek chuckled out, some tension leaving his tight body. "Get on with it, baby girl."

She nodded at him, a smile lighting her lips. "Gotchya handsome. Anyway, my point is, he's the big boss and the one behind the shit-storm in LV at the moment. He and his big bro have a few properties we don't know about because they were in Lorenzo's name. I already sent the addresses to your tablet, Hotch," she says, to appease the man as he opens his mouth. "So fret not. I personally think they've gone to one of the more remote ones but don't take my word for it. Now, everything you need is there? Or did you want more?"

Prentiss smirked at Garcia's arrogant grunt. "Did you have more for us?"

The bespectacled genius nods. "It's not too important though… well, it might be. So here." She opens another window, now only the top of her glasses can be seen through all of the tabs on the screen. The picture of a woman who looks addled by drugs is taking up most of the square and at once, everyone can see the resemblance between the women and the twin thugs. "The madre," she states, though it's painfully obvious.

"Ah, she's still alive?" Rossi questioned.

Garcia nodded. "She is, though she doesn't have anything to do with her sons anymore. She's in jail for the seventh time of her life, probably on the verge of death actually. She's overdosed twice and died once. She's sixty-two but still hooked on cristy."

"Does she have a property? One close?" Rossi sits forward, a grimace on his face. They need all options open.

"Uh, not around. I don't see one anyway. Her husband died when the boys were three so- oh, she probably…" She trails off and looks down so she's completely invisible between the windows.

JJ nods in comprehension. "She laid one down for adoption because she couldn't take care of them both by herself. Not with her addiction at least."

"Yeah, and I'm guessing the dad died from a drug overdose, huh?" Derek was almost snarling. Children cases, no matter who they were now, always riled him up.

Garcia pops back into view and nods morosely. "He was on hell dust. I'll never understand how a parent can do drugs."

Derek shakes his head and Emily does the same. "Agreed," she says.

"If you find anything else, let us know, Garcia," Hotch tells her, getting out of the chair already and pulling his tablet out.

I've kind of put LnM aside to concentrate on this and Derek's Misery. Seriously, they need to finish.