Revelations; The Big Game [Part 2]- 2:15

Harita's POV

Fortunately, we got JJ back. Unfortunately, Reid was missing. Tobias Fucking Hankel was definetly the unsub. So we decided to set up at his place, look through his stuff, and get some clues/leads.

"Welcome to our nightmare." Emily said, as Garcia entered the lodge. Garcia insisted she come to where we were to help find Reid, and here she is now. Also, in one of the rooms, it was filled with dozens of computers.

"His computer is an extension of his brain. I need you to dissect it." Gideon ordered

"I'll get you set up. Come on." Morgan grabbed Garcia's hand and dragged her away.

"So, nothing new since I left?" Hotch asked.

"That's where you're wrong. Apparently, I found some snacks here. At least the bitch has good taste." I said, holding up a bag of mini pretzels.

"The good thing is, the guy documented practically every second of his life. "The bad news is, we're still un-pilling." Emily mumbled.

"From the looks of it, he hasn't left this place in years." JJ observed

"He knew he could pretend to be looking for a motel and throw us off his trail." Emil added.

"No, no, no. It's more than that." Gideon interrupted. "Sheriff's office, 911 calls. Every time he engages the police and gets away with it… he reassures himself that God's on his side, not ours."

…

"My dudes, I have got a list of a narcotics anonymous meeting." I announced, after finding a piece of paper shoved inside of a random book. "Someone's name and number is written on it, but this looks to be about 12 years old."

"Try it. There are no bad leads."

"I'll get Emily and JJ to go and talk to them." Gideon nodded as he pulled off some decorative wallpaper to reveal a bunch of words written on the wall.

"Latin?" I asked.

"Honora patrum tuum." Gideon read. "'Honor thy father'."

…

Morgan found an underground shed outside, so we went to check it out. Secretly, I was hoping that Reid was in there, hiding, and not injured. Except...

"I think we just found Hankel's father." Hotch said. The bitch's father was all blue, and beaten up.

…

"The coroner put Charles Hankel's death at approximately 6 months ago." The sheriff said once he came inside. We were searching the motherfucker's things, looking for more clues.

"Ok, that's got to be the stressor." Morgan replied.

"Stressor?" The sheriff asked.

"His father's death probably set him off." I explained.

"What we need to do is focus on that time period, see what was going on in his life, and maybe we can get a key to where he's hiding now." Morgan added. "There's something weird going on here."

"You think?" The sheriff joked.

"No, seriously. Check this out. This journal is filled with religious ramblings. He notates hour by hour. 'November 15th, 3:17- if ye offer a sacrifice of peace offering unto the lord, ye shall offer it at your own will.' And it goes on and on. 5:04, 7:41, 10:22, 1:42. But then it goes blank for days."

"Maybe he got sick of writing." I suggested.

"I think I got it." Hotch shouted from across the room

"What is it?" Gideon questioned.

"Journal entry- 'December 6th. Father sick. Wants me to put him down. I say, thou shalt not kill. He says, honor thy father. Must pray for guidance."

"So he kills his father as an act of mercy?" Gideon asked.

"But that journal entry was written 2 months ago. Tobias Hankel's father had been dead for 4 months already." I corrected.

"Look at the floor." Morgan pointed to the ground. "These scuff marks are fresh.I mean, it's like 2 people were moving the chairs constantly, trying to fight for control."

"So?" The sheriff asked.

"This journal matches Charles Hankel's handwriting. But it was written after he died. Upstairs, Tobias' bedroom- it's got junk piled from floor to ceiling, but the other bedroom could pass a military inspection." Morgan explained.

"So are you telling me one of Tobias' personalities was his father?" The sheriff queeried.

"Well, Tobias was raised with a strict religious code- black and white, right and wrong. When his father asked Tobias to kill him, something had to give." Gideon informed.

"His brain couldn't handle the moral contradiction, so it split into 2 personalities in order to keep his father alive." I added.

"So... who is Raphael?"

"My guess- he's a mediator between the two. Angels have no human emotions. Live or die, they don't care, as long as it's God's will." Gideon stated.

"We need to start profiling Tobias' father. He may be the one who chose where to take Reid." Hotch ordered.

"I'll get Garcia on it." Morgan then left the room, while the rest of us kept on looking around. Soon Emily and JJ came back.

"Any luck with the rehab contact?" Gideon asked.

"Well, he has no idea where Hankel might be, but we did learn that he has a serious drug problem- Dilaudid." Emily responded.

"Well, that could explain the psychotic fracture." I mumbled.

"What are you talking about?" JJ questioned, confused.

"Tobias is living as at least 3 different people." Gideon started. "Himself, Raphael, and his father." The sheriff rushed into the room

"This could be some bad news. A computer store was robbed in the middle of the night. A suburb outside of atlanta. The thief got away with 4 laptops, external hard drives, and a satellite."

"If it's Tobias, it puts him right back in business." Hotch said.

"Guys! Guys! Get in here!" Morgan yelled from the room across the hall. We walked in and saw on one of the laptop screens a video feed of Reid sitting on a chair, all beaten and bruised.

"He's been beaten. Can't you track him?" JJ asked.

"Hankel's only streaming this to his home computer." Garcia replied.

"This is for us. He knows we're here." Gideon informed.

"I'm gonna put this guy's head on a stick." Morgan murmured.

"I'll join you." I added.

"Why can't you locate him?" Hotch questioned.

"He's rerouting to a different IP address every 30 seconds. I can't track him." Garcia answered. All of a sudden, the screen went black, and none of us knew what to do. Who knew that Reid was the bonding to our team.

...

"I thought you were going to try and get some rest." I asked JJ, as she approached me. It was late, even though I was drinking some coffee.

"Everybody else is working. I should be, too." JJ replied.

"Makes sense."

"It's funny. I keep thinking… the one thing we need to crack this case is, uh… well, Reid." JJ confessed, as she sat down on the couch in front of me.

"Yeah."

"Do you think Reid and I should have stayed together at the barn?" JJ asked.

"JJ, we can't dwell on the past. It already happened. Right now, we should just focus on getting Reid home." I replied.

"But… if I had his back, like I was supposed to, he'd be here now." JJ mumbled.

"JJ, I'm going to be honest with you. I would have done the same exact thing in that situation. You were chasing after that bitch, and the only way you could was if you split up. You need to stop blaming yourself. Spencer wouldn't want you to do that. He would want you to find him."

…

"How about we start with the family history and see where that gets us?" I suggested.

"Here we got happy, smiling pictures of Tobias. Report cards all A's and B's, but at 8 years old, we got nothing." Derek said.

"That's his mother leaving. 6 months later, on the other side of the board, we have a form from child services saying they paid a visit." Emily continued.

"Then Charles starts keeping journals about punishing sinners and needing to remove the devil from his son." I added.

"Which corresponds to Tobias' drug use. He's trying to escape." Emily stated.

"So wherever Spencer is, it was not his father's choice, just that bitch's alone." I concluded.

"How do you figure?" Derek asked.

"Look at these 2 lives. They're like inverse graphs. One's getting weaker while the other one's getting angrier. Tobias would run away. His father would have stood and fought." I replied.

"Ok, so Tobias uses drugs as an escape." Derek finalized.

"I'll go back through the journals and see if I can find anything connecting his drug use to a hiding place." Emily said.

"Uh... where's Gideon?" JJ asked.

"He's upstairs. Why? What's going on?" Derek questioned.

"Hankel just posted the latest murder." JJ informed.

…

You know those scenes in movies where you want to look away, but you can't. That's how I feel right now. The fucking moron just killed Reid, and now he is try to reseitate him. If it doesn't work, well, then Reid's dead. I clung onto Derek as I watched the scene unfold. I let out a sigh of relief, seeing Reid moving, giving a sign that he is alive.

"Wait. Wait a second. When was the video of the last murder posted?" Emily asked.

"9:23." Hotch informed.

"And what was the time of death?"

"The 911 call came in at 9:04, and the murder must have been moments later."

"That's only a 19-minute difference." I said.

"How long would it take to post the MPEG?" Derek asked.

"2 or 3 minutes." Garcia replied.

"Let's just say it's 2. You drive around 60 miles an hour in a residential area. That means, if you do the math, the bitch has to be within a 17-mile radius of the crime scene." I concluded.

"Garcia, can we see it on a map?" Hotch queeried. Garcia pulled up a map and there was a red circle, marking where the 17 mile radius would be.

"Call Farraday. I want that area locked down like it's martial law." Gideon ordered.

"Guys." JJ pointed to the feed with Spencer on it.

"How many members are on your team?" The bitch asked.

"7." Reid answered. There were eight of us, so either he left himself out, or someone else.

"The 7 angels who had the 7 trumpets prepared themselves to sound. The first sounding followed hail and fire mixed with blood, and they were thrown to earth."

"He thinks it's revelations- the 7 archangels versus the 7 angels of death." Hotch announced.

"Tell me who you serve." The bitch demanded.

"I serve you." Reid answered, looking straight at his face.

"Then choose one to die."

"What?"

"Your team members, choose one to die.

"Kill me."

"Your team has other members. Tell me who dies."

"No."

"Choose, and prove you'll do god's will."

"No." Reid stubbornly answered.

"Reid, just choose." I prayed.

"Choose."

"I won't do it."

"Life is a choice."

"No."

"Choose." Tobias took a gun, Reid's gun and pointed it at Spencer's forehead.

"I… I choose... Aaron Hotch. He's a classic narcissist. He thinks he's better than everyone else on the team. Genesis 23:4. 'Let him not deceive himself and trust in emptiness, vanity, falseness, and futility, for these shall be his recompense.'"

…

"I'm not a narcissist." Hotch said, as he started looking through the bible.

"Come on. Look. You can't think anything from that. He's not in his right mind, Hotch." Gideon stated.

"No. Stop. Stop." I froze in my spot. "All right, everybody right now- what's my worst quality? Ok. I'll start. I have no sense of humor."

"You're a bully." JJ answered.

"I'm a bully." Hotch repeated.

"You can be a drill sergeant sometimes." Morgan announced.

"Right."

"You act more like a father to us than a chief." I said.

"No I don't" Hotch denied.

"Bitch" I mumbled.

"Harita, no cursing." Hotch immediately said. His face went into shock as he just realized what he did. I just smirked.

"You don't trust women as much as men." Emily said with no hesitation. I gotta say, the girl's got guts to say that, and I respect that.

"Ok, good. I'm all these things, but none of you said that I ever put myself above the team, because I don't, ever. Reid and I argued about the definition of classic narcissism, and he knew that I would remember that, and he also quoted genesis, chapter 23, verse 4. Read it." Hotch handed the bible to JJ.

"'I am a stranger and a sojourner with you. Give me property, forbear a place among you that I may bury my dead out of my sight.'" JJ read.

"He wouldn't get it wrong unless it was on purpose." Hotch justified.

"So he's in a cemetery." I concluded.

"I don't see a cemetery." Garcia said, as she scanned the map.

"Wait, didn't Spencer say something about a poacher when we first saw the live feed?" JJ asked.

"Check to see if there are any reports of poaching in the last couple of days." Hotch demanded.

"Ok. Uh… a farmer reported 2 sheep being slaughtered on his property." Garcia read.

"Where are we talking?" Morgan asked. Garcia zoomed in on the map

"What's that patch of green there?" JJ pointed.

"Marshall Parish." Garcia said.

"I think it's an old plantation." Hotch suggested

"Wait, the bitch wrote in his journals something about staying clean and keeping away from marshall." I recalled.

"Guys, there's a cemetery on the grounds." Garcia announced.

...

"Clear!" I yelled, after checking the area of the shed I was in.

"Oh! What's that smell?" Emily gagged. I took a whiff, which I regret, and smelled a nasty smell. It was worse than rotten eggs and stinky socks.

"Let's spread out. They have to be on foot. Let's go!" Hotch shouted. I followed through the back, with Morgan, JJ and a few other cops. We went slow, just so nothing bad could happen. Then, we heard a shot. We all ran towards the sound and met up with the others. I saw Reid, crouched down over Tobais, dead.

"Reid. You all right?" Hotch asked, lifting him up. Reid wrapped his arms around Hotch, pulling him into a hug.

"I knew you'd understand." Spencer mumbled. He let go and went to hug JJ

I'm so sorry." JJ said, crying.

"It's all right. It wasn't your fault." Spencer replied, a genuine reply. I went to hug him next.

"Glad you're okay." I mumbled. "Let's get you out of here."

"Can I have a second alone?" Spencer asked. I nodded, shooing the others. I looked back just for a second to see Spencer crouched down in front of Tobais, taking something small from his pocket and putting it into his own. I didn't pay attention to it at the time. I wished I had.