I figured I needed to write, so I'm just gonna sit and down and force my muse to give me something. Hopefully, this is better than what I gave you before. From planning, I think this is my favorite chapter. C:

Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds and the characters all belong to their respective creators.

This is chapter 21.

Jason stood in his shed out back, taking a few breaths before he would continue on. He had thrown the Glock down the stairs, figuring Spencer having a weapon would make the game ultimately more interesting.

He ran a hand threw his dark red hair, his eyes scrunching up as he glanced through one of the shed windows. It was dark outside, yes, but the light flickering along the roof of the building gave him enough to make out shadows.

Through the trees along his driveway, he could make out a car sitting along the cobble-stone. Jeremy's car, to be exact.

His neighbors, a middle aged couple, had a teenage son that he guessed they left home while the both of them went on a cruise to Palm Springs. He pondered for a moment why they didn't take the boy with them, and then stopped. He didn't give a damn why they left Jeremy. He only cared why the kid had stopped his car, and why he was now sitting there, handing something out to the darkness.

Then it hit him.

A hand reached out from the black that was enveloping the rest of the world and took the thing Jeremy was passing to it.

Spencer.

Jason grabbed his shotgun, a Winchester 1912, and slipped from the shed that was containing him moments before. He moved around the building until he was able to make out Jeremy inside the car and Spencer outside of it. Spencer had his phone, that's what Jeremy had passed to him.

Spencer punched in a number and looked back at Jeremy. "Have you seen Jason?" he asked, holding the phone to his ear.

Jeremy shook his head as Jason moved slow and stealthily behind the genius. He stood tall, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

Something muttered on the other end of the phone but Spencer cut it off. "Gideon," he said, while a sickening grin caressed Jason's face, "it's Reid. I think Jason got away."

Now, Jason's mind told him and he pulled back the gage atop his gun, and when the noise startled the agent, he shot.

"AH!" blasted through Gideon's phone as he held the device to his ear. The young man called him, claiming Jason was gone. What the hell had led up to that?

"Reid, what's happened?"

When nothing came from the phone, Gideon glanced to Agent Hotchner.

For now, all they could do was wait for the response.

Jeremy's eyes shot up to Jason, who was standing over the fallen man. What the hell was going on here?

He was just gonna go to Abby's, his girlfriends, house for dinner. Her parents invited him over since his were away, but he felt like any day now she was going to dump him. Their relationship wasn't going the way either of them wanted it to. Jeremy had soccer and it was taking up most of his time, and the time that it didn't, he was either working or doing things for his church. Abby was the same way, except she was involved in ballet and she had to do show choir.

He had been waiting for her to end it, saying they didn't spend enough time together, but it never came.

He just hoped it wasn't going to be tonight, but he didn't even think he was going to make it there. With Jason standing there, firing down at the other guy, he didn't believe he was going to leave his drive way, let alone get back into his house. His life was practically flashing before his eyes.

Jason lowered his weapon and he bent over, picking up Jeremy's phone. He glanced at the latter, and he placed the phone to his ear, still watching him.

"I'm sorry, Agent Gideon. I don't think Spencer can come to the phone at the moment."

So the guy's name was Spencer, but why was Jason shooting at him? And why the hell was he here in the first place? What was an FBI Agent doing Gettysburg, Maryland? Then again, was he even FBI?

Jason cocked a laugh as the other side most likely responded to him. "I'm the son of a bitch?" His laughter only grew and he was pretty much cackling. "But anyway, I'm pretty sure you're already getting the address the phones at right now, but I'm letting you know, I'm not too sure you'll get anything when you get here."

Why wouldn't who get anything? What the hell was going on here?

Jason kept his locked on Jeremy's even still, like he was doing something wrong. A piercing stare, Jeremy noted, because if he ever needed anything again he needed to remember not to ask Jason.

"Agent Gideon, please, keep on topic. There's no time to drabble. You have an Agent's life at stake."

His grin grew and Jeremy only sunk deeper into the driver's seat.

"Not to mention a young boy's."

Shit, Jeremy thought. There was no way that 'young boy' wasn't him. Jeremy wished he was anywhere but here.

"I do have neighbors, Agent Gideon. It's not like I live in Antarctica."

Jason pulled the microphone on the phone away from his mouth and started to speak to someone besides 'Agent Gideon'.

"Open the door, Jeremy, and get out. Slowly."

He complied. What else was he supposed to do? Man his car and get shot in the process? Yeah, no thanks.

Jason shut the door and glanced down at the man, Spencer, who was still withering in pain. He was shot in the side, not enough to kill him, but enough to create unbearable pain for the next few moments to come.

"We'll leave him there. Now, start towards my shed."

The barell of the gun made contact with Jeremy's back and the only thing he could think of was 'Please, oh please, don't shoot. I have too much to live for." Hell, he was only seventeen. He had so much life in him still! He couldn't die right here!

But still, he walked back to the shed, not stopping, with the gun still pressed into his back and Jason still talking on the phone. "Nothing's happened yet, Agent Gideon. Nothing to worry about. The boy is fine." He paused, the other end talking. "Oh, Spencer, he's just a little busy at the moment."

"Open the door and go inside," Jason told him, jarring the gun harder into his back.

"I'm sorry, Agent Gideon. I have to finish up some things first. I believe we'll be seeing each other quite soon."

Jason snapped the phone shut and followed Jeremy inside, and shut the door behind him.

The teen turned around after Jason lowered his gun, his eyes wide and helpless. "Don't hurt me, Jason. I didn't do anything wrong," he pleaded, but Jason returned his words with an odd look in his eye.

"I wasn't going to hurt you, Jeremy. I had to make him feel out of control. He's already freaked out because he's been missing an Agent for days, and now that unsub has another captive, a young teenager." He shrugged, blowing the idea off.

"Why is that guy here anyway?" Jeremy asked, his brown eyes narrowing slightly as his eyebrows knitted together. "Is there a reason FBI's involved in all this?"

Jason didn't say anything and he turned around, no longer facing Jeremy. He began to mess with something on one of the counters, and Jeremy took the moment to his advantage. He glanced around the room, looking for things that he'd be able to hit Jason with. He wanted the hell out of here and nothing was better than hitting the opponent in a weak spot. Like the groin, or the head.

He spotted a baseball bat and told himself that he needed to get that, that he was going to get that, because his life, along with that other guy's life, depended on it.

Gideon slammed the phone down on the table in frustration. He was always the calm one but this was pissing him off beyond belief. The guy was completely playing them, and there was nothing he could do about it. Yeah, he could call Jason back but it's not like the guy would answer.

He leaned on the table, his palms leaving marks as he pressed them down.

"Sir?"

Gideon leaned back, seeing Garcia in the doorway.

"I've triangulated the area. The phone was in Gettysburg, Maryland. It'll take around an hour to get there by road."

"Call and get the jet ready. Wheels up when we're cleared to fly."

"You're awfully quite, Jeremy," Jason said, not looking back at the teenager.

When the boy said nothing, Jason turned around, to find that his only welcome was a baseball bat right in the chest. He bent over, heaving in air, as another whack hit him hard in the groin. "That's what you get, bastard," Jeremy spat, slamming the bat hard into Jason's head as he neared the floor.

Jason hit the concrete hard, and Jeremy chucked the bat one more time into his chest before slamming it down on the man for the last time. He grabbed the phone off the counter and darted from the shed to his car, making the quick journey in seconds. He shoved his phone in his pocket and through open the door behind his driver's side seat.

Spencer was still laying on the ground, looking better than he did before, and Jeremy picked up his torso from the ground. "C'mon, Spencer, you gotta help me here. I'm not that strong, mind you."

"Right," Spencer grumbled and Jeremy almost held back a smile. He helped Spencer into the back of the car and the latter buckled himself in. He ran back to the spot where the agent was and picked up the Glock, clicking on the safety. He jumped in the car, and handed the gun back to Spencer and threw the car into drive.

"Hang onto that, we might need it again," Jeremy said, pulling from the long drive way and turning a sharp right.

"Thank you," Spencer said. Jeremy shrugged and pulled out his phone, handing it back to Spencer.

"It's not a problem. Now, I vowed not to make phone calls while I'm driving, so call back that Gideon guy and tell him you're out of there. I'm gonna get us out of here, hopefully to somewhere Jason doesn't even know of."

Jeremy saw Spencer smile from the review mirror. "What's your name?"

"Jeremy," he said, switching gears. "Jeremy Shepherd."

Man, I loved writing this. Thank God my muse shut up her whining and gave me what I wanted. xD

And now Jason's down. With aching balls.

xD

Aw, I love Jeremy. C:

He's actually based on one of my friends. :3

Thanks for reading! Review, please? C: