Chapter 4: New Information

Morgan's POV

"Get down!" I heard myself yelling out of instinct. Reid had already ducked down, pulled out his gun, and gotten back up. "Reid!"

Shot.

Shot.

"Reid!"

My vision was blurry. I had my gun in hand, looking out the window, then down at myself. I wasn't hit.

"Reid!"

Why was I so confused? What couldn't I figure out.

Shot.

Then nothing. Silence.

No, it wasn't silent. That's just unrealistic.

"Morgan! Are you okay? You weren't shot were you?" Reid came rushing to me, patting me down to make sure that no blood was spewing out of me.

I was fine.

"It was Jane and Harrison, wasn't it?" I asked rapidly.

"Yes." He replied so certainly, so calmly.

"Um, everything's in a blur right now, Reid, what happened?"

"I went into the shop, they weren't there. I came back to the car, we established that they left the Ford SUV already and are going to kill again, and soon."

"I remember that."

"Alright, well then it happened real fast after that. You saw a red laser next to my head. I saw a car speeding down the street, and then a gun hanging out the window. We all shot at them, Morgan, but they got away."

"Call Hotch," I said, nearly out of breath. How could I have passed all of this out of my head?

"Reid? Did you find them? Are you guys okay?"

"Um, they weren't in the store, and they weren't in the car. Then there was a laser pointed to the side of my head and a car speeding down the street with a gun out the window. We shot at them, we all did, but they got away."

"So it was Jane and Harrison?" he questioned.

"Yes, both of them were in the car, a different one than before"

"Who was about to shoot you, Reid?"

"We don't know," I shot out. "It's another person, Hotch. They've abandoned the car from the shooting at the park, and they're going to kill again."

"The car was a Jeep, red, license plate J000TF. The back windshield is all shot out. It was a SUV again, and an older model too."

"Thanks, Reid. Go down to the police station with Will. I want you guys to stay there for now."

Pretty boy hung up and got back in the car.

JJ's POV

"They're fine, right?" My voice quivered with fear. I was nervous. We should've had them earlier.

"Yes. They are alright. But Jane and Harrison got away," Hotch answered.

"Yeah. But the car? Was it stolen?"

"I don't know if Garcia knows yet," he replied.

"Right."

"JJ, it's not your fault," Emily said sympathetically. "They're okay. And besides, it's Morgan and Reid, they can handle themselves."

"I know, it's just, they shouldn't have been that close," I sniffed, "I'm sorry, can we get back to what we were doing?"

"Of course," Dave insured. "They said the person who was the outside shooter was not Harrison or Jane, so we can assume that they are hiring hit men."

"Hit men to take out our team," Emily finished.

"I'm calling Garcia," Rossi said. "Maybe she'll have something better by now," he continued.

I walked the length of the room a few times and then sat down in my seat. Rossi had called Garcia and was seeing if the car was stolen. To our surprise, it wasn't, just like the last one.

"So this one's not stolen either?" Emily questioned.

"Nope, but it was registered under the name Lydia Fisher. She was dishonorably discharged from the Air Force in 2009."

"Just like Marc Darell," I realized out loud.

"Mh-hm! You bet ya, JJ! So, I found that too, so I went back to the other car, the Ford Expedition," Garcia said. "I didn't find anything on the owner of the car then because he had died and the car was sold to a used car dealership. But, the car was originally owned by none other than Marc Darell."

Then Hotch blurted, "is Lydia Fisher the original owner of the Jeep?"

"Yes she is, sir."

"Okay," Rossi started, "so Harrison and Jane are stealing cars whose original owners were dishonorably discharged from the Air Force?"

Emily continued Rossi's thought by saying, "and since they used Marc, they may have used Lydia too. Is there anyway we could connect her to what happened at the coffee shop?"

Everyone agreed with what Emily said. So, we called Reid and Morgan back to see if they found anything. Sure enough, there was a hill across the street from the shop. There were lots of trees which would have been a sufficient hiding spot for Lydia, but there were cameras nearby that showed her with a gun on that hill. Emily and Dave's theory about Harrison and Jane were right, and now that we knew that, all we had to do was catch them before they struck again.

Lydia Fisher's POV *Just after Harrison and Jane sped away in the car*

"How did I miss them!? I thought too much about taking the shot! Jane will be pissed at me for sure. I can't believe this. I've gotta get out of here before those FBI dorks come looking up here," I whispered oh so quietly to myself. I packed up and crept along the tree line on the far side of the coffee shop. I wasn't going to take any chances of Spencer Reid and Derek Morgan seeing me. I was nearly out when I received an incoming call on my phone.

Jane immediately started screaming at me. "Lydia! Dammit how did you miss that opportunity!"

"I, I-"

"No! You better have a good reason for that! A good reason for me not to just kill you myself! I have plenty of other people who I could've chosen for that job, and yet I chose you, and you blew it!"

"I'm sorry, Jane!"

"I don't want to hear it! Meet me at the warehouse."

She hung up on me and I continued to move. Pretty soon I reached the dock where I frequently got a ride on the boat across the Potomac. I walked up to the ticket booth to buy my way over the state line.

"Well hello Amy!" the man said. "Just one ticket today?"

"Yes, John," I said politely with a smile.

"You know the drill, three dollars and I need to see your ID."

"Of course." I handed him three singles from my wallet and slide him my fake ID. It said that I was Amy Fishem, 33 years old. John handed me my ticket and my ID back. I thanked him and walked over to the loading line. I got on the boat and waited for it to take me to Maryland.

Luckily the warehouse was not far from the dock in Maryland. I disembarked from the boat and walked calmly but quickly to the meeting place. When I got there, Harrison and Jane were huddled around the little radio we had sitting on the table.

"The FBI are looking for you," Harrison bellowed.

Jane started yelling too. "How could you have been so careless and had yourself seen on camera! Your face is all over the news!"

"I was careful!"

"Well it wasn't careful enough!" Harrison spat.

"Get away! Don't let us see you again! I don't want you to get us caught!"

I took Jane's words seriously and left right away. Luckily I was wearing a wig. Lydia had blonde hair, but Amy had a reddish-brown color. I went back to the apartment I was renting nearby under Amy's name. I decided to spend the night here and I would figure out what to do later.

Morgan's POV *Present time*

Reid and I gathered Will and his men around the bulletin board.

"Alright everyone! The woman on the camera is Lydia Fisher. We need her picture sent out to all the media outlets in the area and across the Virginia-Maryland border. There is also a BOLO out for a red 2011 Jeep Cherokee. It has a completely shot out back windshield. It was driven by Harrison and Jane Hanfore," I announced.

"Keep a lookout for them too," Reid added. "Try not to gather in large groups, we have reason to believe that they will kill again, and large groups are their targets. Thank you."

Reid and I walked back to the room where we had placed our stuff. He went to the board and stared at the map. I sat down at the table and looked over the files and notes that we had taken. I had asked Will to get a list of people who were dishonorably discharged in 2009 and a list of cars that those people were the original owners for. Needless to say that the list was excruciatingly long. I figured to start narrowing down the list by highlighting people who were in their thirties and owned SUV's. After many hours, I shortened the list considerably.

Rossi's POV

We took Morgan's list, the condensed version, and ran it stuck it to the board next to the map and our profiles of the known unsubs. We were just about ready to call it a day when I felt my phone vibrating on my belt.

"David Rossi," I answered.

"Um, my name is Lydia Fisher. I was hired by Harrison and Jane Hanfore to kill your agents at the coffee shop."

I quickly put the phone on speaker and motioned for Aaron to get Garcia to track it.

"Where are you?" I spoke quickly but calmly. "What's the matter?"

"I couldn't pull the trigger then. She got mad at me. I left them."

"Lydia?"

I was too late. I heard a whimper on the other line just before it went dead.