~SPENCER POV~

Setting foot on Angelo Moravis' hideout was surprisingly like every other hideout we'd come across: dangerous, terrifying, and full of uncertainty. The difference this time was that it wasn't my team and I walking in. It was watching my new wife with brass knuckles and a loaded gun in her boot walking to meet the man who had destroyed her life while her father pointed a gun at her to put on the act of a false negotiation. I felt my heart beat faster with every step she took in the direction of the door.

She was so careful not to look back but even with all of the emotion wiped off of her face, I could see the smallest amount of uncertainty in her eyes. That small amount of uncertainty gave me more fear than when I'd been kidnapped all those years ago by Tobias Hankel. Morgan gave me a reassuring look from where we hid behind the trees outside of the abandoned cabin that Angelo had chosen to call his home.

I nodded before turning back to the stronghold. Trinity's father had her at gunpoint and had the look of a trained killer on his face. The plan was to let Angelo believe that Agoston would turn her in to save his own skin. It was the best plan we could come up with. I knew that Trinity had her guns on her and beneath the fingerless gloves were her brass knuckles but seeing her walk in with only her tank top and jeans on, I felt my heart sink. If a single bullet ricocheted, her life could come to an end.

"Kid." Rossi's voice echoed in my ear. I didn't take my eyes off the scene or respond but somehow he knew I was listening as he continued. "We are going to get her out of there. Your love story is just getting started and the end is nowhere in sight."

I didn't respond but instead prayed that he was right. I watched as two men walked out to where Trinity and her father were, their eyes alight with evil intent. It took all of my control to not pull the trigger as I watched them look at the love of my life like she was up for auction. Knowing what Angelo had done to her was more awful than anything I could have imagined and letting her approach him caused me to worry. Seeing the men eye her like a challenge made me understand the expression "fire in blood".

My hands shook as I watched them and I knew that I wanted nothing more than to pull the trigger as I stared them down through where I was hiding. I watched as Agoston screamed in Hungarian at the men by the door, waving his free hand for emphasis. One of the men took off inside to retrieve Angelo while the other stayed by his watch and bravely looked over Trinity. I watched as Trinity's gloved hands clenched at her sides, no fear in her eyes as she stared the man down. Making a move now would be too soon and she knew it but I could still see the cold look in her eyes.

The man walked back out that had gone to retrieve Angelo and held a smug smile on his face as he approached the other two. There were only a few words spoken before the man held up a gun to Agoston, finger already on the trigger and the sound of a gunshot rang echoed off the walls and through the trees.

~TRINITY POV~

It took me less than a second to react before I reached forward and wrapped my hands around the neck of the stunned man in front of me. He didn't have time to lift his hands before I twisted his neck, the crack it made signifying that I'd accomplished the task of breaking his neck. His lifeless eyes stared back at me for only a moment before I released his body and it fell to the ground, all the life completely gone.

"You've still got it, Nity." My father stated, both a hint of surprise and pride in his voice.

I looked back at him, shrugging off the comment he made and instead asked: "Are you alright?"

He nodded before looking back to the woods where the F.B.I. agents stepped out of the shadows, their guns drawn and their faces empty. He gave an appreciative smile as his eyes focused on Spencer. "My son-in-law just saved my life. I could be worse."

"I saved your life but I gave our cover away," Spencer growled before looking in the direction of the entrance to Angelo's hideout.

I leaned down to pull the gun out of my boot before loading it. "I prefer going in head first anyway."

Derek gave me a smirk before saying: "That's our girl."

"We need to try to limit it to as few casualties as we can. No one needs to die for no reason." Hotch reminded us as he extended his gun.

Rossi nodded in Hotch's direction before looking in mine and making sure my eyes were focused on his before he said: "If we can avoid it."

"Lead the way." Derek told me and I nodded.

While the other agents followed close, I didn't dare to glance at Spencer as I passed him. I knew my heart was going to be with him tonight and a part of me wouldn't want him out of my sight. My mind outweighed my heart this time. I knew that one slip up could cost us everything and I wasn't willing to lose anyone. I wouldn't lose anything more to this bastard than I already had.

We walked into Angelo's safe haven and I called out to no one in particular. "No one has to die. If you will all put away your weapons and come out, there doesn't need to be any bloodshed."

The sound of a familiar laugh caused me to turn my gun in the definition. A sinister smile and eyes that still haunted my nightmares were easy to spot in the crowd. "It's okay, boys. The F.B.I. are here so they won't do shit."

"I might make an exception," I growled, hardly recognizing my own voice as it was laced with hate and anger.

He laughed again before looking behind me. "I see you've taken a new lover."

I let my finger brush the trigger, not once taking my eyes off of him. A few men walked out from the shadows with their guns aimed at us and I knew then that we'd fallen right into Angelo's trap. I knew I was going to die here but I wouldn't let anyone else go with me.

"Nice job, Cash. You aren't worthless after all." I watched as Cash smiled and aimed his gun at Spencer while a few of the other men next to him aimed at the others.

"You son of a bitch." My father's voice matched my own earlier, his accent more noticeable with his growing anger.

Cash smirked before saying: "You and Trinity would have killed me eventually. I figured I would take care of you two and the people who would eventually cost me my job."

I took a breath before scanning the area. I could hear the sound of arguing and outraged voices but I couldn't focus on that. I saw an opening and I took it. I moved my gun away from Angelo and aimed for the gas can that was resting on its side next to one of the men. As I pulled the trigger, I prayed that it was full of gas and the moment the sound of screams and the smell of smoke filled the air, I knew it had done just what I needed it to. I watched as both Angelo's men, Cash's goons, and the agents scattered to get out of the way of the flames as the wooden cabin went up in smoke.

I watched as Angelo took off further into the flames and knew immediately that there had to be a back door. I could hear the sound of coughing and bullets flying behind me but I wouldn't hesitate and let him get away. I knew he would restart somewhere else and I refused to give him the opportunity.

I could feel the heat from the flames and the smoke enveloping me as I chased him through the fire, my vision blurring more as the smoke irritated them. He turned around and drew his gun but wasn't quick enough to pull the trigger before I crashed into him, the door coming off of its hinges as our body weight crashed into it.

I'm not sure how long the struggle lasted but I knew that once we were on solid ground, I pulled back and slammed my brass knuckles into his jaw. I punched him again and heard the sound of a crack as my fist collided with the right side of his face. I pulled back to hit him again but stopped when I heard the sound of my father calling my name.

That one second of distracting was too much. I realized I'd hesitated when I felt Angelo's fist connect with my face before I was thrown off of him and onto the ground. I tried to catch my breath as I reached for the gun that I'd knocked out of his grasp but coiled back when his boot made the connection with my ribs. I put my hands close to my stomach as another hard kick landed, this time the sound of a bone breaking and a white-hot pain accompanying the blow.

He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head up to softly whisper, "I'm glad you get to see this. It serves you right, you little bitch." He then slammed my head down and I watched as he reached for his gun.

I realized then that the bullet he was about to fire wasn't from me and placed my hands on the ground to push myself up but heard the gunfire a moment later. My world stood still as I looked in the direction it had come from, praying that I would see Angelo lying dead and that this would be all over.

I screamed when I saw that it wasn't what I prayed for, the sound full of anguish and rage as I watched my father fall to the ground, his hand covering his chest where blood poured out of the wound. I couldn't get my knees to work to stand but I somehow managed to crawl over to where my father lay, gasping for breath as his heart slowed.

"I love you. I love you, apa." I told him over and over. He reached up with his bloodstained hand and mouthed the words back, no longer able to make the words audible.

I watched as the life faded from his eyes and his hand dropped from my cheek, my heart falling with it. I could smell the blood and buried my face in his chest. I knew Angelo had his gun aimed at me and that my life was about to end but the crushing grief I felt made it hard for me to move. I heard the sound of two bodies connecting with a great force in the distance but I couldn't bring myself to move. I heard the sound of Angelo cussing and the sound of Derek struggling to keep him still but I still didn't move. My mind knew that I needed to move and to face them but I knew that the first thing I saw would be my father's lifeless eyes.

"Angelo Moravis, you are under arrest for rape, murder, and drug trafficking." Hotch's voice and the sound of cuffs brought me out of my dazed state.

Angelo snickered before moving away from Derek, who made no move to stop him because he was in handcuffs, before saying: "I did what I came here to accomplish. How does it feel to be responsible for another person's death, Trinity?"

I stood up from the ground and stared at him, his dark eyes meeting my own. He was right. I'd gotten my father killed and had endangered everyone close to me. He would serve a life sentence for everything he'd done but it wasn't enough. It wouldn't bring back anything that he'd taken from me or anyone else.

"I looked to Spencer, tears streaming down my face as I said: "I'm so sorry."

The moment realization spread across his face was a moment too late. I held up my gun and aimed it at Angelo. He looked up into my blue eyes and I know that the last thing he saw was that there was no mercy in my eyes. I didn't feel anything as I looked at him. Not the cold metal of the gun or the breaking of my heart.

There was only the sound of the bullet being fired that found its destination in the bastard's heart.

***I'm back everyone! So sorry about this long wait for the update but I lost all inspiration to write. I went through a bad break up that I didn't handle well, have had some rough days with my family, and have been starting school again in the process. The next chapter will come sooner because I already have everything wrote out this time. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter and thank you so much for the reviews on the last chapter! They mean a lot to me and I can't wait to hear what you all thought of this chapter. I hope you all have a wonderful day.