His motor cycle was parked behind a rather large dumpster and Reid was 99 percent sure that Morgan wouldn't notice it. That didn't mean that Morgan wouldn't notice him. Reid decided his only shot was to make a break for the dumpster. Quietly sneaking out from his hidden corner, Reid slowly approached the direction Morgan had run off to. He was careful to try and conceal the sounds his footfalls were making. It was only a few yards to his motor cycle when he saw Morgan walking in his direction. His two thoughts were to dive behind the small metal garbage can which would never hide him or to face him and fight. His brain worked faster than normal people's so he thought over his two plans of action very quickly, sadly it wasn't quick enough for Morgan noticed him.

"FBI!" Morgan yelled. Reid immediately started and looked up from his muddled thoughts to see his best friend running at him with his gun cocked.

"Shit, guess I have to go with plan B." Reid muttered. As Morgan neared him, Reid ran straight at him. He knew Morgan was going to shoot so he dive rolled to the right, out of the way of the bullet that had been fired at him. Immediately he got his footing and whipped out his gun from the waist band of his pants. Morgan noticed the glint of gun metal and readied himself to fire; sadly he was too slow for Reid had already shot his gun.

Morgan grunted as his back slammed into the pavement, his right shoulder was bleeding, the bullet had made a through and through. Sadly though, the man had shot him through his right arm, the one which he is more accurate at shooting with. Even worse was the fact that his gun had skittered away when he went down. He looked up to see the man running toward him and then the man kicked his gun even further away from him.

"What the hell man?" Morgan yelled out without thinking. Thankfully the man ignored him and walked toward a large dumpster.

"You can go to prison for this! You just assaulted a federal officer!" Morgan yelled again, trying to get a reaction from the man and partially stalling him until Hotch arrived, knowing that he had probably heard the gun shots. Morgan then noticed the man pushing a sleek back motor cycle from behind the dumpster. His head turned in Morgan's direction as he was about to put on the helmet.

"Listen idiot, I know I just assaulted a Fed, I'm not stupid. But you still have to catch me." He said in an annoyed yet lazy voice. Although something seemed off to Morgan, like he should know the voice, it had sounded so familiar. Sadly before he could ponder it anymore the engine on the bike roared to life interrupting Morgan's thought process.

The man climbed on his bike and gave Morgan a two finger salute before revving the engine and driving off. Morgan swore until he heard Hotch running up and saw the older man cock his gun. He shot once and missed but his second shot was straight into the back of the man's head. The man's bike swerved and hit a metal garbage can successfully flipping the man off it. He tumbled forward and hit the ground shoulder first; Morgan could have sworn he heard a popping noise. The rest of his body hit the ground and anyone could clearly hear the crunching of bones. When the man finally stopped rolling he came to a halt in an awkward position on his stomach with one arm under and across his battered body.

"Nice shot Hotch." Morgan commented as said man pulled him off the ground.

"You okay?" He asked looking concerned over his friend's shoulder.

"This? It's just a flesh wound." Morgan answered as the two federal agents walked toward the dead body of the motor cyclist. Upon reaching it, Hotch bent down and checked for a pulse on his wrist, after a minute he found none.

"Dead." Hotch said, slightly unnerved at how he had killed the man.

"Well why don't we see who..." But Morgan was cut off by an agonized scream of 'no'. Both agents turned to see the woman on a similar bike. She immediately whipped out two guns from behind her and started shooting at the wall near them. Hotch and Morgan dove for cover.

"She seems pissed." Morgan said and Hotch nodded in agreement, what they didn't realize though, was that she was extremely fast. Before they knew it she had jumped over the dumpster they were hiding behind. She first punched Morgan quite hard in his injured shoulder, knocking him to the pavement with pain. Hotch hopped up ready to fight but she quickly twisted his wrist and disarmed him. He then tried hand to hand but she kicked him in the gut with her knee and elbowed him in the back of the head as keeled over. She then whipped he leg up and struck him in the back with it, effectively knocking him to the ground.

"Reid!" She screamed and ran toward him. Morgan, still partially conscious watched as she turned him onto his back and reached for her cell phone. She dialled someone and waited.

"I need help now!" She yelled, then scowling in annoyance she listened to the reply.

"LISTEN ASS HAT! Gray is down and I need immediate pickup, I'm in the back alley about two blocks from the club. I need you to come now!" She then covered up a cut on the man's side that Morgan hadn't noticed.

"Thank you." She finally said. It was a few minutes later that a large van arrived. Two men jumped out the back and took the bikes in. Then they carried the man into the back. Morgan being more conscious tried to get up and stop them but a foot pushing on his chest stopped him.

"I'd suggest you stay down fed." The woman said, applying more pressure to his chest. She looked quite menacing.

"Yo, Charleston hurry your bitch ass up!" One of the other men yelled. She quickly sneered at Morgan and a semi conscious Hotch and ran to the van.

About five minutes after the van had driven away with the dead man and the other dealers, Morgan had gotten off the ground as had Hotch. Morgan was holding his bleeding shoulder and Hotch was rubbing his already sore back.

"Hotch? Morgan? I heard shots! Are you guys alright?" The two heard as Emily yelled for them.

"Over here Prentiss!" Hotch yelled as he applied pressure to Morgan's wound. Emily came running around the dumpster and gasped at what she saw.

"Morgan are you okay?" He just grunted in response, "I'll call an ambulance." Emily said. Hotch nodded and noticed that there was some blood from the man he shot a little ways over. They had the DNA of the man he killed; now all they had to do was test it and they'd find his partner.

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I know it's a little short, but it's the best I could do while studying for my exams and I got a job so I've been working too! Also I cannot believe I just wrote this, my fingers have a life of their own! Anyway, please please review I love hearing what y'all have to say! R&R!

~Love SpiderKate