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Hotch found himself speechless for the first time in a long time. He looked into Kyle's cold eyes.

"Look at that!" Kyle laughed. "You are speechless! You see, Aaron, since Spencer destroyed my chance at getting revenge on Morgan, I thought I would have some fun. You fail to realise the resources that I have at my disposal. The many people I have helped who now owe me. The worst they can do to me in here is keep me for life. I secured my life when I gave them information on a few other little interesting things. Bennington should really be better at hiring the nurses. A few high doses of a mix solution and she succumbed to a stroke. A perfectly undetectable one. Is Spencer still sad?"

Hotch got to his feet slowly, anger inside of him so strong he struggled to keep it under control. He hit his finger against the glass as he spoke into the phone. "This isn't over, you son of a bitch. I will make sure you die."

"You are right, Agent. This isn't over, far from it. Keep an eye on your precious genius. Wouldn't want anything to happen to his pretty little throat. Morgan needs to feel the pain I feel. "

Hotch slammed down the phone and left the room. He went through all the security checkpoints and made his way out of the prison to his car. He put his hand against the door before he bent over and vomited.


Walking back into the BAU, Hotch felt sick to his stomach. He felt more exposed than ever before. Moments before he walked into his office, he caught Rossi's eyes. He didn't bother closing the door. He knew that Rossi was going to walk. He just made it to his chair when Rossi came into the room.

"Hotch, what's wrong?"

"Close the door," Hotch ordered. Rossi closed the door and stepped forward.

"Did something happen at the prison?"

"Kyle told me something," Hotch said gently. "He knew about Diana's stroke. Rossi, he killed her."

"What on earth are you talking about?!"

"He induced the stroke. He told me that a nurse gave Diana high doses of a solution that caused the stroke. He wasn't lying. I looked into his eyes and knew he wasn't lying. We can't prove anything. Her body got cremated. We can't convict him unless we find the nurse that delivered the doses."

"Oh God," Rossi said as he felt a sick feeling run through him. He looked out of Hotch's window, through the blinds. Reid was in the kitchen area eating lunch with Garcia and Morgan. He was smiling happily and laughing. He turned back to Hotch.

"He can't find out about this," Rossi said. "This would destroy Reid. He thinks his mother died naturally. If he found out that Kyle murdered his mother, I don't know what he would do. We don't tell the others. We deal with this ourselves."

"Agreed," Hotch nodded. "We can't use Garcia. She'll tell Reid. You know she will."

"We can go to Kevin. He is less likely to tell her and he is the only person we can trust outside of the team. We need to look into recent hires at Bennington Sanitarium."

"This son of a bitch is going to pay," Hotch said angrily before hitting items off his table. Rossi quickly stepped forward and closed the blinds.

"Hotch, calm down."

"I'm not going to calm down," Hotch growled through gritted teeth. "You saw what he went through after her death! He didn't eat for two days and even after that he barely ate anything. He attacked his father. He completely lost himself. He's still recovering."

"He won't find out, Hotch. The best thing we can do now is trying to find the bastard who delivered the deadly doses to Diana."


Reid sat on his bedroom floor, sorting through some of his mother's belongings. He opened one of her books and smiled as he saw small notes written inside them. He closed the book and put it aside. He got to his feet when a knock came at this door. He looked through the peephole and opened the door for the delivery man. He took his take out from him and gave him a tip on top of the order.

"Thank you," the man nodded before turning and making his way down the stairs. Reid closed the door, locking it before making his way back to his things. He opened the chinese food and took a bite. It filled the gap in his stomach, he let out a happy moan as he tasted the food. Placing the food down, he picked up another box of his mother's jewellery. He didn't know what to do with it. He didn't have children or a wife to give them to. He put the jewellery back in the box. He took a few more bites of his food and continued sorting through the stuff. He closed his eyes when he began to feel sick. He dropped the chopsticks. He couldn't feel his hands or legs. They were completely numb. He slumped to the ground and let out a small gasp as his eyes closed.


Ten minutes later

"Not much of your mother in you," the man smiled as he cradled Reid's jaw in his hand, turning the young man's head side to side.


Morgan felt wonderful as he kissed Garcia. He ran his hand down her hip and to her thigh. He was about to make his move when his cellphone buzzed. They both looked to the phone. He grabbed his phone and frowned when he opened the message.

"Come to the docks. Einstein is waiting for you," Morgan read aloud. He realised what the message meant.

Morgan rushed off the sofa and quickly pulled on his shoes. Garcia did the same and grabbed her phone. "He's in trouble, Morgan."

"I know, we need to hurry."


They arrived at the docks. Morgan ordered Garcia to stay in the car with the doors locked. He brought his gun out and began to look around the storage containers. His phone beeped again. He pulled it out with his free hand.

'Look for the flag.'

He rushed through the shipping yard on the dock. He stopped dead when he found the flag. Rushing forward, he grabbed the storage container door and yanked it open.

"Reid!" Morgan yelled as he rushed forward. Reid's wrists were bound with rope together and attached to the hook he was hanging from. Gagged with duct tape while his legs were also bound with rope.

Wrapping his arms around Reid's hips, Morgan lifted him and brought him down from the hook. He laid him down on the floor.

He untied Reid's hands and legs and slowly took the tape of his lips.

"Reid," Morgan called as he tapped his cheek. "Spencer, it's Morgan. Wake up."

There was no response. He checked his pulse, relieved his little brother was still alive. No injuries were visible. Startled, he jumped at the sound of his cellphone going off. He picked it up.

"Hello."

"Hello, Agent Morgan," a deep voice came through, changed by a voice changer. "I applaud you on your quick response. I have dealt no harm to Spencer. This will be my first and only message to you all. I can get to you all. Kyle has done so much for me and I am simply carrying out his work. So sad to hear of Diana Reid's passing. Guess I gave her too many injections. See you soon, Agent Morgan. Tell them all, I'll see them real soon."

The phone disconnected. Morgan slammed the phone down and cradled Reid again.

"C'mon kiddo," Morgan said as he shook Reid. "Wake up!"

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