"It's not so important who starts the game, but who finishes it."

COACH John Wooden

The street in front of the dinner that specialized in German food was now empty except for two police cars and a FBI mobilization unit. Prentiss, Reid and Hotch were inside the mobile unit while Rossi was outside trying to get the un-sub to talk to him weather it was threw the doors of the Diner or over the phone while Derek Morgan stood outside the mobile command unit waiting. It had been eight hours now and no one had gotten any sleep since the night before and Garcia hadn't found anything that could help them. The man inside hadn't given any demands yet other than to keep back or a hostage would get it. He had been waiting for the plans of the building so he could see if there was another way into it other than the front.

He had asked Garcia to look for the building plans earlier but they weren't in a computer system and she couldn't find anything in a computer system that made note of where they were kept. So they had to do it the old fashion way going down to the property assessor's office and that was two hours ago and the lady that worked there said the plans would be delivered if and only if they found them because apparently the building the dinner was in had been around since the eighteen hundreds and the plans of which were not includes the updated system to computers. While the files still existed they were kept track of on the computer system which had been hacked a few months before.

"Excuse me I am looking for a Derek Morgan." He heard a timid voice call.

Derek turned around to see a young woman holding a long card board tube. He walked over leaving the team looking after him.

"That is me." He told the young girl.

"I was told to deliver these to you." She said handing Derek the tube which was shaking because of her nervous hand holding it.

"Thanks." He said.

"Just please be careful with them they are really old and haven't been updated in a while so they are fragile." She told him.

"I will." He said. "And I will bring them back when we are finished with them here."

"That will be just fine. Just take care of them." She replied to him.

The young woman had walked away after she asked Derek to take care of the plans and Derek just watched her walk away. She couldn't be that old not much younger than Reid. He saw her get into a yellow Taxi cab at the end of the block just beyond the police car barricade that he had instructed to be put in place to limit the traffic so no one got hurt. When the cab peeled away Derek took the tube of building plans to the mobile unit and laid them out so he could go over them. Hotch had followed him inside.

The plans were the familiar blue and white lines that Derek had been used to. While the building was old the plans were younger by decades but still fragile enough that extra care had to be taken. He placed a hard clear plastic sheet over them so whenever he marked something down it wouldn't be on the actual building plans but the plastic protecting them.

The un-sub passed back and forth on the generic black and white tile floor. He should see the FBI and the cops outside the dinner he had taken shelter in planning how to get to him no doubt, he would always know what they were doing. The hostages he had taken were shaking from the cold that had seeped into the building hours ago along with their fear of him. It wasn't the way he wanted to things to end but he had to end it.

He could hear one woman's faint whispers of prayers as he walked passed her his gun gripped tight in his hand just itching to shoot someone or something but he had to restrain himself to get anything done, to make the impact that he wanted to make. The woman -that was faintly praying to God wimped when she saw the light glinting of the silver barrel of his gun.

He walked toward the plate glass window and pulled down the shade making it harder for the snipers he knew were out there waiting to get the perfect shot to take him down.

"You go pull that shade down." He told a hostage.

The shade in question was over a window that had noting on it while the others had posters on them that partially blocked him from view. He was taking now chance to allow them to attack him.

He heard a phone ring off in the distance and somewhere in the building. He told one of the female hostages to find the phone and stop the stupid ringing. The woman scampered off to find the phone. She didn't come back for half an hour.

She found the phone under a pile of files in the office located at the back of the building. She handed the phone to him when she came back. He snapped at her and she moved to sit next to the woman who was praying.

"Get back to the booth you were in." He snapped.

He wanted to keep them separated. He had to keep them separated because if he allowed them to talk and sit next to each other then they would be able to plan against him and he couldn't let that happen not if he wanted to full fill his plan.

He went back to his pacing back and forth. Making sure no one was moving keeping them all in his line of sight. He was ticked off when the phone rang again. He picked it up this time.

"What do you want?" he growled into the phone.

"We want to know what we can do to get the hostages and you out of there without getting hurt." The man on the line said.

"That's not going to happen because I am not coming out." he told him and hung up.

He took the phone and threw it against the wall making it fall in to chunks of hard plastic and computer chips. It wasn't going to work anymore. He missed the young teenager that had run to the door and started banging on it trying to get out.

He pulled his gun level with the young man and shot him.

While the Unsub had shot the young teenager a woman by the name of Erica was trapped in a locked supply closet. Her dying cells phone her only link to the outside world. She was cold and tired and refused to go to sleep for fear of what might happen to her if the man who had taken every one hostage found her.

She knew she at least had the cans of vegetables that she could eat if she ever got hungry but the cans of food held no interest for her. She just wanted to go home and sleep in her own warm fluffy bed.

She nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard the gun shot with another quickly fired after that, she didn't know if it was the man who had kept them all there or if it was the man she had called earlier Derek she thinks his name was she couldn't remember know her brain was to fogged up because of the lack of sleep. Well not so much anymore because of the gun shot but it was still foggy none the less.

The only thing that worried her was that her vision and memory were starting to go blurry. The black spots in her vision weren't what she was used to when she got tired but there was probably something wrong with her.

Erica did not stay conscious for long because the blackness of the back of her mind took over seconds later.

Derek Morgan had found a way into the building. That would be out of sight of the un-sub until he went to take him down. He would be followed in by Hotch and Prentiss while Rossi and Reid stayed out front. One he opened the rusty hinged back door he moved inside methodically checking all the spaces someone could hide to make sure they were okay. They didn't find any. He couldn't find the supply closet that Erica had told him she was locked in earlier.

Passing the stainless steel tables in the kitchen Derek made his way to the door way that led to the dining room. The tables closest to the door were empty. He was blocked from the un-sub's view. He leaned out of the door way to get a better view and the un-subs back was turned to him. When one of the women in the room spotted him their eyes bugged out.

He took his pointer finger from his free hand and put it to his lips telling them to keep quiet. They nodded in acknowledgement back at him. They looked down at their hands to keep their happiness of getting out of there a secret.

"Rossi this is Morgan I need you to create a distraction out there long enough for me Hotch and Prentiss to take out the un-sub."

"Give us five minutes." Rossi replied.

They hung up and Morgan backed away from the door and waited for Rossi's distraction. The distraction indeed came five minutes later. In the form of fire crackers in a metal trash can at least Morgan hoped it was fire crackers.

He, Hotch and Prentiss rushed forward as the un-sub looked out of the windows. Morgan grabbed his arm holding the gun and ripped the gun out of his hand and handed it to Hotch. Prentiss had gone to see if the teen age boy who had been shot was doing.

"We got you." Morgan bit out cuffing the un-sub. "You won't blow anyone else up aging. You will be in solitary." He added.

Morgan didn't know if that was true but he sure hoped it was. Have someone like him on the streets would not be a good idea for anyone. He took the man out the front door and put him in a police cruiser. Paramedics had rushing in to help the teenager that was shot.

"He was lucky." Prentiss said as the brought him out.

"What do you mean?" Morgan asked.

"This." Prentiss said holding up a book. "Was the only thing that kept the bullet for killing him. It still went into his body but not far enough to kill him unless he got an infection."

"And people out there say books can't save a life." He replied. "I'm going to see if I can find that Erica woman who called me earlier."

"You should we need to take her statement." Hotch said walking up.

Morgan left them standing there. He went and looked all around the kitchen and couldn't find the storage room door. He looked in the backroom and found the door to the storage room hidden behind the open office door. He raised his gun and gripped the door handle and turned it.

Inside was a small woman with dark hair and green eyes. He put his gun in to it's the holster and rushed right to her. Something was wrong. She was pale and looked slightly blue. He put his hand to her neck it was slightly cold and didn't feel a thing; he went to her wrist and the same thing it was cold felt it there was nothing there either.

And Morgan didn't feel a thing in her neck or wrist because there was no pulse and there was no pulse because she was dead.

Second to last chapter for this story. I will do a sequal but I am taking a break before I start writing it.

Maye