Sorry for the long wait; I kinda fell behind!

Anyway, I'm just going to post the last two chapters now, so I can focus on school and my other stories. Also, my OC, Dan... He's a last minute replacement for Sean; I wrote this before 'Lauren' aired, and by the time I got it on my computer, it was common knowledge that Sean was dead. Basically, Dan is like Garcia and Reid merged, only with more computer smarts than book smarts.

Again, I don't own Criminal Minds! :D

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Revenge is a confession of pain ~ Latin Proverb

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Fear was the wrong word to say when it all came down to this situation. Worry was also a useless word. Terror, horror, desperation… I could think of a few more.

Ian Doyle had been here. He had come up to me, sat with me, talked with me… threatened my family.

He had called each of them by name, mentioning their evening plans. Derek and Penelope, watching their movie. Aaron at home with Jack. Dave and Ashley playing video games. And Spencer… But Doyle had called him by his title, Dr. Reid.

As soon as Doyle was out of sight, I was on the phone. I called Dan first. Dan was our former technical analyst, the one member of my old team that Ian Doyle had no information on. A man about my age with apparently undiagnosed Asperger's Syndrome, he had always kept to himself, never leaving his computer room except for food and bathroom breaks; his only communication with the outside world was from chat rooms, forums and cell phones.

Dan was the only member of our Interpol team I had kept in touch with throughout the years, something Sean had never known. I had told Dan everything about my experiences with the team, and he knew them almost as well as I did. I had wanted him to meet Reid and Garcia someday; now I wondered if that would ever happen.

He answered the phone on the first ring, concern evident in his voice. Usually I texted him; calling was for emergencies only in our circles.

"Emily…What-?"

"He threatened my team," I choked out. "Doyle threatened my team!"

Dan was quick on the uptake. "I'll send you someone; they'll be there in five," he growled.

"What about my team?" I asked.

For a moment there was nothing; it was like time itself had stopped. And then Dan spoke. "I can call Clyde or Tsia and assign them to members of your team, but their top priority is you. I can't get a hold of Sean, but I could also get members from another team on them, but that would take time-"

"Something we don't have, Dan!" I cried. "He knows exactly where they are, and what they're doing…." I paused, biting my lip for a moment before continuing. "And… I think he may already have a target."

I heard Dan sigh. "Explain."

"I met with him just now," I began. "He mentioned every member of my team by their first name, save for one."

There was a pause. "Give me a name and address; I'll hack satellite surveillance systems on every government satellite and watch them tonight."

"Spencer Reid, age 29. He lives at Westcraven Apartments on Francis Key Street."

"Alright," Dan replied "And Emily? Go home."

"…Okay," I replied, hanging up. Then I called Tsia.

"Emily?"

"I need to meet you and Clyde on the Red Line sometime tomorrow morning," I ordered harshly. "Board it anytime before 9 AM; I'll text you the train number."

"We'll be there, love," Clyde's voice echoed in the background. Then I hung up on them, too before grabbing my coffee and walking briskly toward my apartment

My phone burned in my pocket as I went; it begged me to make one more call, to speak to him… But I couldn't, not when it may put him in danger. I'd seen him die once before; I wasn't willing to see him die again, and in a more permanent way….

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The room was dark, empty. The dark form of Sergio was nowhere to be seen; I remembered with a jolt that I had left him at Reid's apartment; the skeleton in the rocking chair had gained a new friend in my new cat.

He can have Sergio, I thought sadly as I made my way through the apartment I called home.

I quickly showered and dressed; there was no time to sleep as the sun was coming up soon, and I had to be on the Metro to meet with Clyde and Tsia.

Once again I glanced toward my cell phone. It'll only take a second, I reasoned. Just pick up the phone and dial the number… He'll understand.

"No, he won't," I whispered aloud; I wasn't going to allow Reid to be at the mercy of a IRA operative like Doyle. If I had my way, Doyle would never lay a hand on Reid.

I pocketed the phone; we could talk later, the two of us. Right now I had to be on the Metro, waiting for Clyde and Tsia so we could make a game plan.

I would not let Doyle get me just yet….

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By taking revenge, a man is but even with his enemy; but in passing over it, he is superior. ~ Unknown

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A/N: Thanks to my awesome reviewers vampiremuggle, lolyncut and HannahlovinCM! You are all so amazing!

I'm hoping for some more reviews; if anyone's still out there reading this story...

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