Quality Plaza Hotel- Evening –

Amelia wanted to stay in her father's embrace forever. She felt warm and safe in his arms and just for a brief moment she allowed her mind to wonder what it would be like if her father loved her; truly loved her. It had been a fairytale she knew but still she envied every little girl who could brag that she was daddy's little princess. That had never been her life and it never would be but for just a little while she would lay against his chest and close her eyes while she fought back the tears.

Armando slowly ran his fingers through her hair. She'd tried so hard to please him and yet he had found himself disappointed in her. Even now he could feel her trembling and fighting the tears that threatened to fall from her eyes.

"My little one; so small, so tough."

"Papa?"

"Yes, my daughter?"

"Please forgive me, please."

"Of course."

Then she felt a sharp prick against her chest that took her breath away. She'd never felt pain like this before. Mercifully he released her from his grip, and she managed to look up into his eyes. Wide-eyed she could no longer hold back the tears. She saw the sorrow and the confirmation in his eyes as her hands found their way to her chest.

"Papa, why?"

He smiled slightly as she raised her bloody hand just above her heart. He didn't answer, he just watched as her knees became weak and buckled beneath her.

"Papa…"

"My little one…so precious…I had to…I had to clean up your mess."

Then like a feather Amelia's petite frame floated as if in slow motion to the floor. Her eyes remained open and still as if watching in disbelief as her father turned and left the room.

Airport –

Raphael was no fool and he knew that it would only be a matter of time before Armando would come after him. So, he made his way to the gate as his flight began to board. His business was finished here for now and his new employer knew how to find him when his services became needed again. He didn't want to think what would happen to dear Amelia, the young woman who'd became almost like a daughter to him. Armando did not accept failure, not from anyone and so their reunion would be the distraction he needed to get out of town.

Location Unknown #2 –

"Relax Morgan."

"Hotch, I can't relax; not until that Bastard is back in jail or…"

"Or what?" Reid asked.

"Or dead!"

"Morgan, you've got to calm down."

Morgan shot an annoyed glance at his friend and stopped pacing and took a seat on the couch. His safe house was nowhere near as luxurious as where Penelope had been taken and that was fine with him. He needed this nightmare to be over and most of all he needed his family to be safe from Villarreal's grasp.

"Okay, Hotch, what's the plan?"

"We need to draw him out in the open."

"Come on, Hotch he's going to expect us to try and trap him."

"But his ego is going to demand a face to face show down, Morgan." Dave interrupted.

"So, let's give him one."

"This is for all the marbles you know that, right?"

"I know, I know."

"Listen, if something goes wrong, you're Mother will kill me."

"Nothing's going to happen, Old man."

Meantime…

Armando knew that Morgan and his friends would come after him, but he hadn't managed to survive this long by accident. He wasn't about to be taken easily; not before killing the man who'd taken the one thing that meant the most to him. He wanted to look Morgan in the eyes and just before taking his life he wanted the man to admit that he had won.

Armando had taken the liberty of taking the room next to Amelia's and as he washed her blood from his hands, he watched the blood disappear down the drain. He needed a plan; while surely Morgan would try to draw him out in the open, he had to draw him out and away from his friends. Derek Morgan was a hero and heroes were fools always willing to run toward danger instead of away from it. That would be the man's undoing. Armando would force him to run to him and then he would take his life.

2 Days later…

Two days had gone by with no sighting of Armando and no attempt from the man to get Morgan's attention. The Director had called the team back to the BAU and insisted that they get back to work. No matter what Hotch said, the Director demanded their return. The best Hotch could do was convince the director to let Garcia stay in protective custody along with Derek's mother and sisters for at least another week.

Morgan was livid and so was Dave as the team returned to BAU headquarters. Just as they all stepped off of the elevator, they were met by a frantic Agent Anderson who had been called in to work with a temporary technical analyst while Penelope was away.

"We found him! We found him!"

"Who?" Hotch asked.

"Villarreal! I've been having our temp run periodic checks on Airport security footage and he just popped up!"

"Where? How did he get past the TSA; we have an alert out for him?"

"He rented a private jet under someone else's ID. If we hadn't been looking for him everywhere, we would have missed him sneaking onto the jet."

"Call the airport and have that jet grounded!"

"It's too late!"

"What?"

"His jet took off two hours ago."

"But you just said…" Dave interrupted.

"The footage we've been checking isn't real time. He's gone…I'm sorry guys…"

"That sonofabitch!" Morgan yelled. "Now what?"

"We wait; we wait." Hotch answered.

Armando poured himself a glass of champagne and relaxed against the cream-colored leather seats. He'd managed to escape under the noses of the FBI and the sorry excuse for security at the airport. Now, the games would begin again, Morgan and his friends would never see him again until he was ready.

Armando was a patient man; a very patient man and the thought of killing Derek Morgan gave him a thrill.

"I'll be back, Derek Morgan…I'll be back…"