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JJ walked into Garcia's makeshift lair.

"Anything more on Reid?" She asked.

"No, but he posted the latest murder online. It got over 17,000 hits in the first 20 minutes." She said, disgusted.

"Let me see it." JJ requested. Garcia frowned.

"You don't want to see it," JJ scoffed.

"Don't tell me what I want or don't want." Garcia didn't even try to hide her shock.

"JJ… when you stop being affected by the thing you see here you lose pieces of yourself."

"Just put it on," JJ snapped. She needed to watch the video.

"I won't watch it with you," Garcia said as she set it up before she left.

…

"Tobias would have run and hidden, but Charles would have stood and fought," Morgan said.

"So Tobias would be the one who chose where to go," Prentiss agreed.

"So, look for anywhere Tobias might have mentioned related to his drug use in the journals," Rossi said. "Let's dive back into the crazy." He muttered.

…

"I don't understand, why can't we shut it down," Gideon demanded, and Garcia was reminded of why she hated working with him.

"Because I can't pinpoint the I.P. address." She explained for the millionth time.

"Just remove it once he sends it."

"It's the internet, sir. Once something's out there you can never take it back."

"History made. You can't undo anything." He said sarcastically. "Can you please do something, anything, I don't want him thinking he has a pulpit."

"I have a list of everyone from the file-sharing chain, I can send out a message that the video is a virus." She suggested "I'll do it." she said at his enthusiastic nod.

…

"No," Charles growled. "No!" Reid looked up to see red flashing on most of his screens. "They're trying to silence my message!" He yelled angrily.

"I can't control what they do, I'm not with them I'm with you." He said quickly at the accusation in his tone.

"Really?" He said lowly and pulled up the video of Gideon's speech for Reid. "Do you think you can defy me?"

"I don't know what he's talking about."

"You're a liar!" He roared and Reid flinched. Charles turned on the camera. "This ends now. Confess your sins." Reid shook his head and was backhanded.

"I haven't done anything." He sobbed, and Charles punched him.

"Tobias, help me," He begged.

"He can't help you! He's weak. Confess!" He shouted and hit the genius again. Reid sobbed and Charles pulled his head up by the hair. "Confess your sins."

"No." Reid whimpered. He knew that confessing would get him killed.

"No?" He pushed the chair back, sending Reid to the ground with it. Reid gasped as the air was knocked out of him, and suddenly Charles was there, wrapping his hands around his neck. Reid, whose hands were strapped uselessly to the chair, flailed and bucked in an attempt to get away. Darkness encroached, and he didn't fight it.

"Oh God, He's killing him," Garcia whispered. Suddenly, he laid still.

.

Tobias paced outside.

"He was a sinner," Charles said.

"You haven't proven that," Tobias defended desperately.

"They're all sinners, in the end," Raphael interjected in that ever-present calm tone.

.

"You did the right thing," Gideon told himself a desperate lie. "The video had to be taken down."

.

"God gave him to me for a reason," Tobias insisted and marched back into the cabin.

.

"Jason," Rossi said, gesturing back to the computer room. They came back just in time to see Reid's eyes fly open as he coughed. He looked to the side, eyes widening, then to his captor.

"Wait, when was the video of the last murder posted?" Prentiss asked, something having dawned on her.

"9:23." Garcia said.

"A-and when was the time of death?" She was on a role here.

"The call came in at 9:04, and the killings must have been moments later." Hotch told her.

"That's only a nineteen minute difference." JJ said.

"How long would it take to post the video?" Morgan asked.

"Two, maybe three minutes." Garcia

"Let's say two. You figure a maximum of 60 mph in a residential area, that means hankel would have to be in a seventeen mile radius of the scene." Morgan calculated.

"Garcia, can you pull that up on a map?"

"I want that area locked down like marshal law." Gideon growled and JJ went to make the call.

.

"You came back to life," Tobias said but it wasn't Tobias.

"Raphael." His voice was hoarse.

"There can be only one of two reasons." He said, and Reid blinked at him.

"I was given C.P.R." Was his response.

"There are no accidents. How many members are on your team?" He wanted to mention that giving someone CPR successfully really couldn't have been an accident, but refrained.

"Seven."

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

.

"He thinks it's revelations- the seven archangels versus the seven angels of death." Rossi said.

"Tell me who you serve."

"I serve you," Reid insisted.

"Then choose one to die."

"What?"

"Your team members. Choose one to die."

"Kill me." He said boldly.

"You said you weren't one of them."

"I lied." He hissed. There was no way he was going to choose.

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

"No." Raphael pulled out a revolver and spun the chamber. He pointed it at Reid's head.

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

"No." The trigger was pulled and Reid was the only member of the team who didn't flinch.

"Choose."

"I won't do it." another click.

"Life is a choice."

"No." click.

"Choose."

"I choose… Aaron Hotchner. He's a classic narcissist. He thinks he 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.'" He raised the revolver and a gunshot rang out above Reid's head.