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Rossi closed his eyes as the paramedics stopped CPR on Kelly Norris. There had been no pulse since a few minutes before the paramedics had arrived. The beating she had received from William had been too severe for her survive. He looked down at his hands and found them covered with her blood. He had tried to resuscitate her himself but he had failed. He brought out his phone and dialled Hotch.

"What have you got, Rossi?"

"Hotch, William Reid knows where his son is. He tortured the social worker. She's dead," Rossi explained quickly. "I tried to save her and so did the paramedics but it was too late. I don't think he's working alone either. The fists bruises are different shapes. He's coming for Spencer. She had been gone for hours from work. I don't know how much of a head start he's had."

"I'll call Morgan and let him know. We'll get him, Rossi. Are you okay?"

"No," Rossi shook his head even though Hotch couldn't see him. "I need you to call Emily and tell her. I need to wash this blood off my hands. Just call Emily and make sure you get this son of a bitch."

Morgan watched as his mother played a board game with Spencer while listening to Hotch on the phone. "Hotch, I should bring Spencer to the BAU. He'll be safe there."

"We're sending a protective detail over to your house now. Another team has a high level suspect and the directors won't allow Spencer to come here due to safety concerns. Morgan, I don't know how he is travelling or how much of a head start he's had. The paramedics think she had been there for a few hours. She left for lunch and then never came back to work."

"I'll send Spencer and my mother to his room. I don't want them in sight of the son of a bitch if he's managed to get here. Diana said he had connections and he may have used one of them to travel here under the radar."

"Local police are also on the lookout for him," Hotch said down the phone. "I'll be there as soon as I can."

Morgan disconnected the call as Hotch did and looked over to see Spencer giggling happily. He walked into the room with the phone still in his hand. "Mom, how about going with Spencer to his room and watching a movie?"

"We're in the middle of a game," Spencer grinned before finally seeing the look in Morgan's eyes. The grin turned into a frown. Fran stood up and looked at her son.

"What's wrong?" she asked. Spencer walked over to them and looked at both their faces. He recognised the look of fear and worry all too well. He knew something bad had happened.

"Is it about my daddy?" Spencer questioned. "Is my mommy okay?"

Before Morgan could answer, something slammed into his front door followed by a man shouting. "Give us, Spencer!"

"Get Spencer upstairs!" Morgan ordered.

Fran brought Spencer into her arms and ran up the stairs. Fear came into her heart as she heard her a crash followed by the sounds of her son fighting someone. She went to hide Spencer in her room but knew he might be found. Her eyes quickly spotted the cable to the attic. She put Spencer down and jumped to grab the cable. With a strong pull, she opened it and slid the wooden stairs down. She guided Spencer up the stairs and made sure he was in there securely.

"Spencer, you stay here and you don't come out till Derek or myself comes to get you. Don't make a sound."

Spencer tried to reach for her. She squeezed his hand and pushed him back into the attic. "Don't make a sound. I'll be right back."

Fran heard more crashes as she pushed the stairs back up and jumped again to close the hatch to the attic. A rush of feet came up the stairs. Fran grabbed a vase and smashed it down onto the man's head as he came up the stairs. It only stunned him as he managed to stay on his feet. He rushed at her and tackled her to the floor.

"Where is he? Where is my son?" William yelled as grabbed her jaw and squeezed it. Fran managed to bring her knee up with force into his crotch causing him to groan. Taking her chance, she brought her fist into his nose and heard a satisfying crunch. William howled with pain and fell away from her. Fran scrambled to her feet and rushed into her son's room. She wrapped her hand around the baseball bat her son kept in his closet and turned around to find William staring at her with fury in his eyes and blood pouring down his nose. "You little bitch."

"My husband was a cop and my son is an FBI agent. If you think I don't know how to fight then you're wrong. You'll never touch Spencer again."

"He's my property!"

"He's a little boy and you're a monster!" Fran yelled. William stormed at her but she dodged his attack by rolling over the bed. As he tried to attack her again, she brought the bat up and smashed it across his head. He stumbled before falling to the floor and quickly lost consciousness.

She heard the sound of police shouting downstairs before the sound of her son yelling as he ran up the stairs. "MOM!"

Fran dropped the bat and gasped at the sight of her son. Blood was leaking from his swollen lips and he had cuts and bruises developing on his face. There was a large gash to his arm and it was clear he was in pain. She rushed to him. "Derek, oh my god, what happened?"

Two police officers rushed up the stairs. Fran pointed to the bedroom. "He's unconscious. He attacked me."

"William's friend managed to get in and rush me before I could get to my gun in the kitchen. He was big. Are you okay? Where's Spencer?"

"William surprised me but I fought him off and then hit him in the head with the bat. You and your father taught me well. I'm fine. I need to get to Spencer."

Fran jumped again and managed to grab the cable to the hatch. She opened it, slid the wooden stairs out and climbed into the attic to find Spencer crying in the corner. "Spencer, come here."

Spencer ran over to her and into her arms. He cried into her shoulder as she held him with one arm and used the other to climb down safely. Morgan helped her down the last two steps. Spencer looked up at Morgan and cried harder. "Morgan!"

"I'm okay, buddy," Morgan said even though he was out of breath. "It's just a few bruises. You're safe now. Grammy is fine too."

"Sir, you need to go to the hospital," one of the officer's said as he walked over. "We've secured the scene."

"I think that's a good idea," Morgan nodded as he began to feel woozy.

A few hours later

Fran sat by Morgan's hospital bed as his arm was being stitched up. The doctors had found three fractured ribs, deep bruising all over his chest and over his shoulder. He had a mild concussion which he had tried to brush off as nothing. He had a swollen black eye along with cuts to his face and a cut that required stitches on his lip. She had seen the man whom had attacked her son and he was nearly bigger than Derek. Spencer sat on her lap and leaned back against her with her arms around him protectively. Spencer hugged Einstein close to his chest as he watched the doctor finish the stitches. Garcia and JJ were outside waiting to come in. Hotch had called them and explained how William had managed to get to Virginia so quickly. One of his old clients was extremely wealthy and had arranged for William to use a private plane that he owned. The client had some dark secrets and was being blackmailed by William. Morgan wondered how far William's connections went.

"All done," the doctor smiled as he snipped away at the thread and wrapped a bandage over the stitches. "I'll be back soon. You're staying overnight though for observation. Would you like me to send your friends in?"

"Please," Morgan said before looking over to Spencer. "You okay, Spencer?"

"I'm sorry," Spencer said before hugging Einstein to his chest. "You got hurt protecting me. Daddy hurt Grammy."

"I'm fine," Fran assured him before kissing the top of his head.

"Kiddo, you have nothing to be sorry for. None of this was your fault. Your daddy is a very bad man but he's going to be put in jail for a very long time. He can't hurt you any more. Come over here."

Fran brought Spencer over to the bed and carefully put him on the bed before pressing a button to raise the back of the it up slightly. "Keeping you safe is the most important thing in the world to me. The most important thing is that we're safe now."

Spencer bit his lip as his eyes began to tear up again. "My mommy is hurt, isn't she?"

Morgan was lost for words for a moment before composing himself. "Why would you ask that?"

"You haven't said anything about her and I can feel it inside. I always know when something is wrong with her. What happened to my mommy?"

Morgan sighed and held Spencer's hand. "Something has happened to your mommy. She's going to be asleep for a while but she'll be better soon."

Spencer laid carefully under Morgan's uninjured arm and leaned his head on his chest. Morgan held him close as he began to cry gently into his bear. JJ and Garcia walked into the room to see the scene and both stayed silent as they felt sadness at hearing Spencer's cries. Garcia walked over to the bed and stroked her hand soothingly through the little boy's hair.

Morgan knew that a tough time was ahead but he knew he had to keep Spencer on a good path. He would die before letting anything happen to Spencer.

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