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A/N: Wow, I'm so sorry guys! I was planning on writing and finishing this chapter last night, but I got so into drawing fanart that I didn't even realize how late it was until my mom came into my room and told me to turn down my music at like one in the morning. I will try to post another chapter tonight, but for now, I hope you enjoy this one!
"You know they don't love you, right?" Reid asked. He knew that he would need this man to make skin to skin contact with him if he wanted to find Patricia. The problem was that, he couldn't legally initiate contact without jeopardizing this case.
"I have no idea what you mean." Vincent said, but Reid could tell he was getting to him.
"I know your type, Vince." He said quietly, leaning closer. "You love them, and you want them to love you back so much that you delude yourself into believing that they do. You hold on to that fantasy until you can't anymore. You have to take action, right? She got engaged. How could she do that to you?" He could feel Vincent becoming more unstable.
"She wasn't supposed to." The man said. "She loves me." Reid shook his head.
"You had to kill him just to get her to notice you. That had to sting, right?" Vincent didn't move, staring him down. "That's why you took her. But see, I just don't think you're good enough. For either of them. That's why Cheryl went away to college and Trish got engaged. Because you aren't-" He stopped when Vince grabbed his hand forcefully.
"You have no idea what you're talking about." He hissed. His thoughts echoed his statement and Reid knew this was his chance.
"Where is she?" He could see an abandoned warehouse, just outside of town. Vince let go of his hand as if burned.
"What did you do?" He growled. Reid just stood and nodded to Hotch.
"Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Shyer." Reid said as he and Hotch left the room.
Morgan, Prentiss, JJ, and Rossi stood behind the mirror, watching Reid and Hotch interrogate Vincent Shyer. They all knew that the reason Reid was in there was that of his mind reading capabilities, but the thought of him touching the genius made everyone's skin crawl. Reid was working him up, trying to make him angry enough to do something. Morgan growled to himself when Vincent grabbed Reid's hands, Prentiss clenched her fists and JJ ground her jaw. They were all relieved when he let go as if stung. They watched Reid and Hotch walked back into the observation room, Reid wiping his hands on his slacks absentmindedly.
"There is an abandoned warehouse outside of town. She's there." He said, and they were off.
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The team entered the abandoned building, wary but not expecting an Unsub to be there. This was a rescue, not an arrest. They spread out, searching for Trish. Hotch walked up a flight of precarious-looking wooden stairs. When he walked, it sounded the way the Unsub had on the phone call and he knew he was close. He saw a wooden door and approached it slowly, footsteps echoing around the abandoned space. He reached out a large hand and pushed the wooden door open. He wondered why it wasn't locked until he actually stepped in. she was there, but she was unconscious. He holstered his gun, rushing toward her despite the protest from the floor.
Kneeling beside her, he gently checked for a puls. When he found one, he spoke into his little radio.
"I've got her. I need a medic." He looked back down at her. There was blood matting her blonde hair, presumably from the fight she put up when she was taken. He searched for the source of the blood, gently turning her head until he found a sizeable gash. He winced in sympathy, lifting her head into his lap. She had been drugged on the phone call, and it was safe to say there were still drugs in her system.
He sighed, knowing that what he had to do. He lifted his hand to the gash and focused. There was a yellow, soothing light emanating from his palms, which seemed to find its way to the injury. It began to close up, slowly but surely. That is, until he heard footsteps on the stairs. He looked up to find two medics rushing into the room. He stood up and out of their way as they loaded her onto a stretcher. While he hadn't healed the head wound all the way, he did reduce the severity of her concussion. He put his hands on his hips and rolled his neck after the EMT's were gone. He looked up and found a hole in the ceiling, where the moonlight was shining through.
"She really could see the moon." He said quietly to himself. He then walked down the stairs to meet up with the team he was growing closer to every day.