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Hotch had fallen practically face first into Reid's lap when the more muscular man had shoved him into the car and Reid instantly put his fingers to his neck to check for a pulse. He sighed in relief but jumped when a gunshot rang out.
The big man joined them in the car a few moments later, calm and collected and holstered his gun as he motioned for the other man to start driving.
"I don't have to knock you out too, do I?" He asked Reid gruffly. Reid wrapped his arms around Hotch and pulled him closer, indicating that he had no willingness to fight, at least not when Hotch was defenseless.
The bigger man's eyes were running over Hotch and Reid's bodies with interest and Reid leaned over Hotch almost protectively.
"Where are you taking us?" He asked first although the question about the gunshot was really what he wanted to ask about.
The bigger man shifted, "Hey, Riley, where are we taking these two?"
The driver thought for a moment, "The hotel's out but the old man's got a warehouse he wants 'em dropped off at."
The big guy grinned, "A warehouse."
Reid frowned and squeezed Hotch's shoulder, "Why did you kidnap us?"
"Because I get paid to. I also get paid to rough you up so shut your mouth and stop asking questions." The gun was pointed at Reid as the man continued, "I hate to mess up that pretty face of yours."
Reid took the hint and went back to looking down at Hotch, running a hand through his hair until the barking laughter of the bigger man rang out.
"Man, you're such a fag."
Reid flushed red but set his gaze determinedly, "And?"
It was the driver's turn to laugh when Reid's response stunned the bigger man into a momentary silence, "He got you there, Mitch."
Mitch grumbled under his breath and the two bantered for a few minutes, their interactions telling Reid that they were probably not the two committing the murders but that they were dangerous enough to still somehow be involved.
Morgan had collected the police officers who had been at the club and debriefed them. Many were angry that a cop had been killed with no witnesses and were hungry to get out on the streets and begin a sweep of the city. Morgan had cautioned them on recklessness but knew that it had been any of his teammates that had been shot he would have been doing the same thing.
Rossi walked into the station with an angry look on his face, he marched up to Morgan who dismissed the officers back to their normal duties.
"I can't believe that kid ran off on me. I had to help clear out the entire bar and figure out how to lock that god forsaken door without him."
Morgan raised an eyebrow, "Is that why you're late?"
Rossi huffed, clearly angry about the situation and not caring for Morgan's indifference, "Anyway. I didn't see Hotch or Reid as the club was being cleared so I wasn't able to tell them anything."
Prentiss offered Rossi a cup of coffee with curious look, "You didn't see them? Did they duck out early or something?" She looked towards Morgan, "Did you see them?"
Morgan stiffened but masked it by reaching out for one of the other cups that Prentiss had brought over. He knew that Reid and Hotch had been in that alleyway but he also knew that if they had seen anything they would have reported. Morgan had a sneaking suspicion that they might have gone back to the hotel early.
"I think they might have gone back to the hotel before the murder took place." Prentiss and Rossi exchanged looks and Morgan sighed, "I'll call Reid."
Morgan pulled out his cell phone and pushed Reid's speed dial, putting the phone to his ear as he stirred cream into his coffee.
The phone rang and rang before going to voicemail.
Morgan frowned and tried again with a similar response. He tried Hotch and felt a knot in his stomach when his went to voicemail as well.
Reid always answered his phone as did Hotch, and even if they were…engaged in something they wouldn't just not answer his calls.
"Morgan? What is it?" Prentiss asked when she saw the look on his face.
"Reid's not answering. Hotch isn't either."
Rossi looked angry, "What do you mean 'not answering'? They're supposed to be on call twenty-four hours a day."
Morgan tried a new number and was thankful when Garcia answered promptly.
"You've reached the all knowing Garcia, speak and be in awe."
"Baby girl. I need you to run a trace on Reid and Hotch's phones."
He could almost feel the change in Garcia's mood, "What? Why? What happened?"
Morgan soothed her as gently and as quickly as possible, "They might've played hooky, we just need a location, Garcia I promise." Garcia muttered something about Hotch and Reid being the last two people in the world to play hooky before she got started.
Typing quickly replaced Garcia's voice before she began to narrate what she was doing, "Alright…it looks like Hotch is near Brookhurst and 5th but but it's moving and Reid…hm."
"What is it?"
"Reid must have his phone off because I'm not getting any signal from his end. OH! What? No no no no…c'mon!"
Prentiss and Rossi could see the worry flit across Morgan's features, "Baby girl what happened?"
"Hotch's signal just went off."
The sedan pulled up to a warehouse that already had a car parked in front of it. Mitch hauled Hotch out of backseat while Riley made sure Reid didn't run off anywhere.
"Pat 'em down, cell phones, wallets, the whole shebang." Mitch ordered as he pushed Hotch against the car and started to go through his pockets. Reid quietly allowed Riley to do the same to him; feeling a bit disheartened when Riley removed his cell phone and shut it off. Reid shifted slightly and felt a wave of panic when he saw that Mitch was not only checking Hotch's pockets but running his hand down his leg. He saw Hotch's phone already off and on the ground and Reid knew that the gun would be an ace in the hole if he could only keep Mitch from finding it.
"HEY!" He shoved Riley away from himself suddenly and Mitch looked over, holding Hotch up with one hand.
"What the hell!" Mitch yelled and Reid's faster than average mind was already working on an excuse.
"He grabbed…my ass!" Reid stated, flinching as his voice cracked with fake indignity.
Mitch stared and Riley scrambled up, grabbing Reid by the nape of his neck and squeezing tightly.
"Like hell I would!" Riley screamed in Reid's face but Reid didn't care, his goal had been reached.
Mitch seemed to forget about finishing up Hotch as he hauled him back over as Riley forced Reid towards the warehouse.
"Boys, please be careful." A voice called out from the side door, "I need them in one piece."
Reid forced his head up to see who was speaking and couldn't help but feel the bile rising in his throat.
"You…!"
Oh no