p class="MsoNormal"strongspan style="mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; color: black; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"Alternative ending- Chapter 10 endgame/span/strong/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext 1.5pt; padding: 0cm; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm;"Hotch wasn't sure how he felt watching the video. On the one hand he was glad that the unsub wasn't currently in the same room as Reid and that their teammate wasn't restrained. On the other hand, however, it was quite easy to see that the kid had been drugged and was currently high as a kite. He was stumbling around, gripping the elbow of his left arm with the shirt sleeve rolled up, and was hunched over somewhat hugging himself. He managed to stumble his way over to a corner and drop, resting his head against the wall, his whole-body slumping in an induced calm as he quickly fell unconscious. Still watching, hotch could pinpoint the exact moment withdrawal started as Reid's body began to shake almost violently, Reid's head dropping onto his arms that were now wrapped around his knees, his right hand scratching at the inside of his left elbow. It was about hour after the video was sent that the withdrawal started showing itself. Reid managed to find his feet to get up and walk around, scratching at his left elbow the entire time. Just as it seemed that Reid was about to start throwing up, the unsub walked into the room, syringe in hand and made his way over to Reid. Hotch somehow expected Reid to move away even though the signs pointed to this not being the first time Reid had been drugged. Hotch watched helplessly as Reid was injected and lowered to the ground as he fell back into the land of unconsciousness./p
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p class="MsoNormal"Reid knew he should feel ashamed, he didn't know why but he knew he should. His arm was itching, he couldn't find his feet properly and he was oh so tired. He managed, just barely, to lower himself to the ground without injuries and prop himself up on the wall, his head leaned. His head felt like it was full of cotton and he couldn't think properly, he knew he should have been panicking, ashamed, and angry, but he couldn't remember why. All he could feel and think about was the warm feeling in his bloodstream that blissfully took the pain away as he succumbed to the darkness./p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext 1.5pt; padding: 0cm; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm;"He wasn't sure how long he was unconscious for, or when he woke up fully. He did however know what woke him up. His body started shivering violently, his stomach rolling slightly. The itch in his arm was starting to become more prominent and he couldn't stop fidgeting. He got up to pace the room, with a vague memory of why he should be feeling furious, and ashamed. All thoughts of that subsided though when his stomach started cramping and rolling more violently then before, about to start heaving. The door suddenly opened, and Reid was vaguely aware that someone came in with an object in his hand. Too busy trying not to throw up, he didn't register the needle, substance or person coming closer until he felt a slight pinch on the inside of his arm before the black started crowding the edges of his vision once more./p
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p class="MsoNormal" The water stopped just below her chin. It was freezing, like she was bathing in ice. Her thoughts drifted, focussing again when she heard the scream. How loud would it have been to penetrate the walls of her cell? The sound was faint, strangled and high pitched. Her blood froze. She knew that voice. What the hell had that bastard done to him? Reid, despite is exterior, was a hard person to crack, unless you riled him up. His will was iron clad. So, for him to give out a scream like that, something really bad had happened./p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext 1.5pt; padding: 0cm; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm;"JJ started thrashing trying to loosen the bonds and escape. It was no use though, her bonds held tight. Tears mixed with the water, her head resting on her chest, resulting in her mouth and nose being submerged. Not having the will to care, she lost consciousness again./p
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p class="MsoNormal" Watching the video made Garcia want to cry. Watching one of her babies go through something they fought so hard to conquer the first time hurt her soul. She almost did cry until her brain caught up with itself. emWait! Video/em. It screamed at her. Without the usual orders from Hotch the tech focused on another screen and started typing. This unsub was smart, which meant cocky and cocky meant mistake. Garcia just hoped that the mistake was in her area of expertise. With something to focus her mind on her work came naturally and absent minded. After about 15 minutes the results came back. She had successfully traced the video feed. With a sense of hope and urgency Garcia called Hotch./p
p class="MsoNormal""sir, I-I traced the video feed and I-I have an address."/p
p class="MsoNormal""Baby girl what's the address?" She must've been on loudspeaker./p
p class="MsoNormal""Uh, 505 Marconi street."/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext 1.5pt; padding: 0cm; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm;""Thanks Garcia." And with that the phone went dead./p
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p class="MsoNormal"Morgan couldn't believe it. They finally had a solid lead. After the call from Garcia, everyone was in a frenzy filled with a new sense of hope. Hotch was spouting orders that his brain didn't register until Hotch sharply said his name./p
p class="MsoNormal""Morgan, you're with me. We secure the perimeter before we go in. Understood?" With nods from everyone, the team rushed out to the black SUV's./p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-top-alt: solid windowtext 1.5pt; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext 1.5pt; padding: 0cm; mso-padding-alt: 1.0pt 0cm 1.0pt 0cm;"Hotch was starting to get frustrated. After clearing the first ten rooms with nothing to show for it, he was starting to think that this lead was a bust. They came to the eleventh door, fully expecting it to be empty just like the other ten. What they saw instead made hotch's blood run cold and burn with anger all at once. Morgan opened the door, tensing ready in case he had to fight. Water flooded out of the room instead, much to everyone's horror. It was freezing cold. The room itself was pitch black with absolutely no way for light to get in unless the door was opened. What shocked and angered the team most however was the fact that hanging from the roof, unconscious and pale with blue lip, was JJ. They quickly scrambled inside the room in a rush to get her down. Hotch was dimly aware of Morgan calling for a medic to meet them outside before storming off by himself./p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: 1.5pt solid windowtext; padding: 0cm; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm; mso-border-between: 1.5pt solid windowtext; mso-padding-between: 1.0pt; padding-bottom: 1.0pt; mso-padding-bottom-alt: 1.0pt; border-bottom: 1.5pt solid windowtext;"Morgan felt his anger rising. When they found JJ, her lips were tinged blue, her skin looked too pale and her breathing was shallow and laboured. He couldn't take it. His best friend and little brother was somewhere in this god forsaken building and the rest of the team seemed more focused on style="mso-spacerun: yes;" /spanHe went off on his own, his wet shoes and socks making slight squelching noises as he went. He opened the first door he came across, his gun drawn in front of him at the ready./p
p class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: 1.5pt solid windowtext; padding: 0cm; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm; mso-border-between: 1.5pt solid windowtext; mso-padding-between: 1.0pt; padding-top: 1.0pt; mso-padding-top-alt: 0cm; padding-bottom: 1.0pt; mso-padding-bottom-alt: 1.0pt; border-bottom: 1.5pt solid windowtext;"Reid slowly woke up, fully aware that someone was watching him as he did so. Once again, he wasn't sure how long he was out of it for. He could hear a slight squelching noise but put it down to his drugged brain making the noise up. The other person in the room was surely aware by now that reid was waking up, as footsteps made their way over to his style="mso-spacerun: yes;" /spanHe struggled to try and stand up to no avail, the man instead gripping his jaw hard enough that it would bruise. A flash back to a similar event attempted to crawl its way to the front of Reid's mind, but he was gladly able to push it back. He knew know wasn't the time to dwell on the past, even if he couldn't think straight. The squelching noises seemed to be getting closer, and the other man, grumbling in an annoyed tone under his breath, the man went to the door standing behind it ready for a fight./p
p class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: 1.5pt solid windowtext; padding: 0cm; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm; mso-border-between: 1.5pt solid windowtext; mso-padding-between: 1.0pt; padding-top: 1.0pt; mso-padding-top-alt: 0cm; padding-bottom: 1.0pt; mso-padding-bottom-alt: 1.0pt; border-bottom: 1.5pt solid windowtext;"Morgan was suspicious of the quiet. That did not mean however he wasn't prepared for an ambush. After opening the first door he came across after leaving JJ's cell, he was not expecting to be jumped, hence he was not prepared for a fight. The guy jumped him from behind the door, making him drop his gun from his hands. Morgan tried fighting him off but only accomplished kicking the gun further into the room and away from them. They tumbled around, each trying to get the upper hand when the unsub stumbled backwards into the room and next to the gun. Without Derek knowing how the unsub had the gun in hand and cocked aimed at Derek. Knowing that he didn't have a weapon or anything to defend himself with he took a step closer to the unsub in a last hope to get the weapon back. A shot rang out./p
p class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: 1.5pt solid windowtext; padding: 0cm; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm; mso-border-between: 1.5pt solid windowtext; mso-padding-between: 1.0pt; padding-top: 1.0pt; mso-padding-top-alt: 0cm; padding-bottom: 1.0pt; mso-padding-bottom-alt: 1.0pt; border-bottom: 1.5pt solid windowtext;"Reid didn't know how he was able to move that fast in his drug addled brain, but he saw the situation unfold seconds before it did and managed to get to the unsub and grab the gun. What he was unable to account for was the bullet that ended up aiming down, shooting Reid in the stomach. As Reid fell he was able to wrench the gun out of the unsub's hands with the last bit of strength the adrenaline provided and flung it somewhere near Derek before he hit the ground. The last thing he was aware of before the darkness enveloped him once again was the sound of another shot ringing out and a glimpse at his friend's face./p
p class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext 1.5pt; padding: 0cm; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm; mso-border-between: 1.5pt solid windowtext; mso-padding-between: 1.0pt; padding-top: 1.0pt; mso-padding-top-alt: 0cm;""Reid you idiot." Morgan was scared. He was scared and lashing out at his friend who had jumped in front of him while a man had a gun. Now he was laying on his back, a puddle of blood pooling underneath him and on top of him Morgan's hands covered in his best friends' blood. "I NEED A MEDIC NOW!" Morgan hysteria coloured his voice as he shouted into the comms and out into the hallway. He wasn't sure how long he sat there trying to stem the bleeding before help came, but he couldn't help thinking it was too long. As the medics frantically rushed Reid onto a stretcher, then into and ambulance, and then off to the hospital, Morgan felt numb. He hadn't realised that he was crying until Emily came up to him and offered him a tissue, leading him to one of the SUV's/p
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p class="MsoNormal"JJ came to again with shouting around her. She was wrapped in a blanket and on a gurney. After her eyes stopped blurring, she caught sight of Hotch, Emily and Rossi but there was no sign of Reid or Morgan. That couldn't be good. She tried calling out to get answers, but when she went to open her mouth, she felt a tube down her throat and was aware of the pain in her chest. Her eyes were becoming heavy again, but before they closed by themselves the profiler caught sight of two gurneys coming out of the building. One covered, and one with several paramedics around it rushing to an ambulance with a mop of brown hair easily seen from the top. Then her vision went dark./p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext 1.5pt; padding: 0cm; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm;"Hotch wasn't sure how he felt watching the video. On the one hand he was glad that the unsub wasn't currently in the same room as Reid and that their teammate wasn't restrained. On the other hand, however, it was quite easy to see that the kid had been drugged and was currently high as a kite. He was stumbling around, gripping the elbow of his left arm with the shirt sleeve rolled up, and was hunched over somewhat hugging himself. He managed to stumble his way over to a corner and drop, resting his head against the wall, his whole-body slumping in an induced calm as he quickly fell unconscious. Still watching, hotch could pinpoint the exact moment withdrawal started as Reid's body began to shake almost violently, Reid's head dropping onto his arms that were now wrapped around his knees, his right hand scratching at the inside of his left elbow. It was about hour after the video was sent that the withdrawal started showing itself. Reid managed to find his feet to get up and walk around, scratching at his left elbow the entire time. Just as it seemed that Reid was about to start throwing up, the unsub walked into the room, syringe in hand and made his way over to Reid. Hotch somehow expected Reid to move away even though the signs pointed to this not being the first time Reid had been drugged. Hotch watched helplessly as Reid was injected and lowered to the ground as he fell back into the land of unconsciousness./p
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p class="MsoNormal"Reid knew he should feel ashamed, he didn't know why but he knew he should. His arm was itching, he couldn't find his feet properly and he was oh so tired. He managed, just barely, to lower himself to the ground without injuries and prop himself up on the wall, his head leaned. His head felt like it was full of cotton and he couldn't think properly, he knew he should have been panicking, ashamed, and angry, but he couldn't remember why. All he could feel and think about was the warm feeling in his bloodstream that blissfully took the pain away as he succumbed to the darkness./p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext 1.5pt; padding: 0cm; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm;"He wasn't sure how long he was unconscious for, or when he woke up fully. He did however know what woke him up. His body started shivering violently, his stomach rolling slightly. The itch in his arm was starting to become more prominent and he couldn't stop fidgeting. He got up to pace the room, with a vague memory of why he should be feeling furious, and ashamed. All thoughts of that subsided though when his stomach started cramping and rolling more violently then before, about to start heaving. The door suddenly opened, and Reid was vaguely aware that someone came in with an object in his hand. Too busy trying not to throw up, he didn't register the needle, substance or person coming closer until he felt a slight pinch on the inside of his arm before the black started crowding the edges of his vision once more./p
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p class="MsoNormal" The water stopped just below her chin. It was freezing, like she was bathing in ice. Her thoughts drifted, focussing again when she heard the scream. How loud would it have been to penetrate the walls of her cell? The sound was faint, strangled and high pitched. Her blood froze. She knew that voice. What the hell had that bastard done to him? Reid, despite is exterior, was a hard person to crack, unless you riled him up. His will was iron clad. So, for him to give out a scream like that, something really bad had happened./p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext 1.5pt; padding: 0cm; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm;"JJ started thrashing trying to loosen the bonds and escape. It was no use though, her bonds held tight. Tears mixed with the water, her head resting on her chest, resulting in her mouth and nose being submerged. Not having the will to care, she lost consciousness again./p
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p class="MsoNormal" Watching the video made Garcia want to cry. Watching one of her babies go through something they fought so hard to conquer the first time hurt her soul. She almost did cry until her brain caught up with itself. emWait! Video/em. It screamed at her. Without the usual orders from Hotch the tech focused on another screen and started typing. This unsub was smart, which meant cocky and cocky meant mistake. Garcia just hoped that the mistake was in her area of expertise. With something to focus her mind on her work came naturally and absent minded. After about 15 minutes the results came back. She had successfully traced the video feed. With a sense of hope and urgency Garcia called Hotch./p
p class="MsoNormal""sir, I-I traced the video feed and I-I have an address."/p
p class="MsoNormal""Baby girl what's the address?" She must've been on loudspeaker./p
p class="MsoNormal""Uh, 505 Marconi street."/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext 1.5pt; padding: 0cm; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm;""Thanks Garcia." And with that the phone went dead./p
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p class="MsoNormal"Morgan couldn't believe it. They finally had a solid lead. After the call from Garcia, everyone was in a frenzy filled with a new sense of hope. Hotch was spouting orders that his brain didn't register until Hotch sharply said his name./p
p class="MsoNormal""Morgan, you're with me. We secure the perimeter before we go in. Understood?" With nods from everyone, the team rushed out to the black SUV's./p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-top-alt: solid windowtext 1.5pt; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext 1.5pt; padding: 0cm; mso-padding-alt: 1.0pt 0cm 1.0pt 0cm;"Hotch was starting to get frustrated. After clearing the first ten rooms with nothing to show for it, he was starting to think that this lead was a bust. They came to the eleventh door, fully expecting it to be empty just like the other ten. What they saw instead made hotch's blood run cold and burn with anger all at once. Morgan opened the door, tensing ready in case he had to fight. Water flooded out of the room instead, much to everyone's horror. It was freezing cold. The room itself was pitch black with absolutely no way for light to get in unless the door was opened. What shocked and angered the team most however was the fact that hanging from the roof, unconscious and pale with blue lip, was JJ. They quickly scrambled inside the room in a rush to get her down. Hotch was dimly aware of Morgan calling for a medic to meet them outside before storming off by himself./p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: 1.5pt solid windowtext; padding: 0cm; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm; mso-border-between: 1.5pt solid windowtext; mso-padding-between: 1.0pt; padding-bottom: 1.0pt; mso-padding-bottom-alt: 1.0pt; border-bottom: 1.5pt solid windowtext;"Morgan felt his anger rising. When they found JJ, her lips were tinged blue, her skin looked too pale and her breathing was shallow and laboured. He couldn't take it. His best friend and little brother was somewhere in this god forsaken building and the rest of the team seemed more focused on style="mso-spacerun: yes;" /spanHe went off on his own, his wet shoes and socks making slight squelching noises as he went. He opened the first door he came across, his gun drawn in front of him at the ready./p
p class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: 1.5pt solid windowtext; padding: 0cm; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm; mso-border-between: 1.5pt solid windowtext; mso-padding-between: 1.0pt; padding-top: 1.0pt; mso-padding-top-alt: 0cm; padding-bottom: 1.0pt; mso-padding-bottom-alt: 1.0pt; border-bottom: 1.5pt solid windowtext;"Reid slowly woke up, fully aware that someone was watching him as he did so. Once again, he wasn't sure how long he was out of it for. He could hear a slight squelching noise but put it down to his drugged brain making the noise up. The other person in the room was surely aware by now that reid was waking up, as footsteps made their way over to his style="mso-spacerun: yes;" /spanHe struggled to try and stand up to no avail, the man instead gripping his jaw hard enough that it would bruise. A flash back to a similar event attempted to crawl its way to the front of Reid's mind, but he was gladly able to push it back. He knew know wasn't the time to dwell on the past, even if he couldn't think straight. The squelching noises seemed to be getting closer, and the other man, grumbling in an annoyed tone under his breath, the man went to the door standing behind it ready for a fight./p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: 1.5pt solid windowtext; padding: 0cm; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm; mso-border-between: 1.5pt solid windowtext; mso-padding-between: 1.0pt; padding-top: 1.0pt; mso-padding-top-alt: 0cm; padding-bottom: 1.0pt; mso-padding-bottom-alt: 1.0pt; border-bottom: 1.5pt solid windowtext;"Reid didn't know how he was able to move that fast in his drug addled brain, but he saw the situation unfold seconds before it did and managed to get to the unsub and grab the gun. What he was unable to account for was the bullet that ended up aiming down, shooting Reid in the stomach. As Reid fell he was able to wrench the gun out of the unsub's hands with the last bit of strength the adrenaline provided and flung it somewhere near Derek before he hit the ground. The last thing he was aware of before the darkness enveloped him once again was the sound of another shot ringing out and a glimpse at his friend's face./p
p class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext 1.5pt; padding: 0cm; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm; mso-border-between: 1.5pt solid windowtext; mso-padding-between: 1.0pt; padding-top: 1.0pt; mso-padding-top-alt: 0cm;""Reid you idiot." Morgan was scared. He was scared and lashing out at his friend who had jumped in front of him while a man had a gun. Now he was laying on his back, a puddle of blood pooling underneath him and on top of him Morgan's hands covered in his best friends' blood. "I NEED A MEDIC NOW!" Morgan hysteria coloured his voice as he shouted into the comms and out into the hallway. He wasn't sure how long he sat there trying to stem the bleeding before help came, but he couldn't help thinking it was too long. As the medics frantically rushed Reid onto a stretcher, then into and ambulance, and then off to the hospital, Morgan felt numb. He hadn't realised that he was crying until Emily came up to him and offered him a tissue, leading him to one of the SUV's/p
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p class="MsoNormal"JJ came to again with shouting around her. She was wrapped in a blanket and on a gurney. After her eyes stopped blurring, she caught sight of Hotch, Emily and Rossi but there was no sign of Reid or Morgan. That couldn't be good. She tried calling out to get answers, but when she went to open her mouth, she felt a tube down her throat and was aware of the pain in her chest. Her eyes were becoming heavy again, but before they closed by themselves the profiler caught sight of two gurneys coming out of the building. One covered, and one with several paramedics around it rushing to an ambulance with a mop of brown hair easily seen from the top. Then her vision went dark./p