We had all gotten to the house and had spilt up to cover all of the exits. My heart was pounding as I followed Rossi to the back of the house, gun up. The only thing that could be heard was sticks snapping under the weight of our feet. We rounded the final corner to the back of the house and soon found ourselves on either side of the back door.
Rossi looked over to me to confirm that I was ready for what was about to happen. My reply was nothing more than a nod, simple but focused. Seconds later Rossi busted the door in, "FBI!" Rossi had warned whoever had the misfortune of being in the house. I followed after Rossi as he went inside. Rossi went down to the basement and I followed the actions of the team; that had just burst through the front door, as we all covered different areas of the house.
"Clear!" I shouted after I had burst into what looked like the master bedroom. I stepped inside and put my gun back in its holster.
On the dresser was what looked like a…shrine? There were three black candles in a row going across the dresser and the wall the dresser was against had a small portion of it covered in a collage of pictures of…his mother. It was clear that he took after her side of the family.
His mother dying was his stressor. I looked closer to one of the photos; hanging around her neck was a rosary. He makes sense to me know.
As I looked around the room the rest of the team had declared that every room in the house was empty. We were the only ones in the house.
We all met in the living room, "There is no car in the garage." Printess stated.
"We can only assume that he has an appointment with someone today." Hotch said, "Search the house for any type of clue to where that is." He finished as we all started looking throughout the house.
It killed me a little inside, how normal this house looked. If you didn't know all the information we did about this guy it would almost feel like you could trust this guy to watch your kids.
"Reid!" Printess shouted from somewhere in the house.
We all gathered in the guest bedroom of the house. Printess was kneeling at the knight stand beside the bed, the drawer was open and she was looking at what looked like business cards.
"Yeah?" Spencer asked.
"What are the businesses he already hit?" She asked looking up to him.
"Two Law firms, a trade market, and a local TV station…" He replied.
Printess picked a card from the group of cards and held it out, "That's where he's going next." She stated as Hotch took the card.
"Let's move!" He said as we all raced to the cars and over to where we were sure the unsub was.
"His mother died recently, that was his stressor. There was a shrine in his room to her. She was religious; I have no doubt in my mind that when he was young she would tell him to keep the faith when his father would get violent." I stated as we raced down the road.
It took no time at all for us to get to our destination. What were minutes flew by like seconds as we were all standing in an office, guns drawn, all aiming on Allan; who had a knife pressed to the throat of an everyday man trying to make a living for his family. Allan's eyes were locked on our guns, the slightest twitch and a family would lose their father.
"Allen, put the knife down." Hotch had spoken up.
"I-I can't. I have to keep my faith." Allen replied; his lip curled as he spoke.
"How? By taking a man away from his family?" I had spoken up.
"Do you know what happens if I don't; if I let him go home to his family?" Allan asked turning his attention to Mark Porter.
"What do you think happens?" I asked.
"Oh, I know what happens. One day, one day soon, Daddy here realizes this isn't the life he wanted and takes it upon himself to take his anger and frustration out on the reason." Allan said pointing the tip of the blade up to Mark's throat, making Mark hold his head up.
"Allan, just because he looks like your father doesn't mean he is your father. This is a completely different man." Hotch implied.
"They're all the same on the inside, waiting for their moment." Allan said looking back to us.
"The same way you waited for your moment to kill all those men? Face it Allan, you are your father's son. In fact, if anything you're worse than him." I stated as pure anger took over him and he locked his eyes on me.
This was the only way for us to go; being reasonable wasn't going to work with this man. Maybe it would have if we caught him earlier. If he wasn't lost in his own little world before…he sure as hell was now.
"She's right Allan," Rossi spoke up, "your father never killed anybody. You've managed to kill four men. Now correct me if I'm wrong, but that doesn't seem very Christian to me."
"It doesn't matter how Christian this seems to you. He will forgive anything I do if I ask him, she said he would." Allan said basically talking through his teeth.
"She? As in your mother? Do you really think she meant this?" I asked.
Allan's gaze fell to the floor. I took this as his confidence in himself getting weaker. I saw it as an opportunity and continued.
"All of this isn't going to bring her back. And even if it could, do you really think she would want you to be doing this?" I continued. One thing I didn't want to be doing was talking about the man's dead mother. But if that's what it's going to take, then so be it.
The other members of the team were nervously looking to me and back to Allan. As if they were trying to silently get me to stop, but I just couldn't seem to keep my mouth shut and we were all waiting for Allan to make a move.
Allan's gaze went from the floor up to me. A puzzled look had taken over, as if he were trying to think something over. A grin slowly took over his face as he took the knife away from Mark's throat. It happened within seconds, the knife was flying towards me and before I knew it I was on the floor holding where the knife had gotten me as a gun had shot off.
Spencer and Printess had rushed over to me as Morgan had gotten ahold of Allan, who had fallen to the floor after being shot in the shoulder, and Hotch and Rossi had helped Mark down.
"You can only pray that God will have mercy on you." Morgan seethed as he cuffed Allan and forced him out of the office.
I'm sorry for two things. 1) That this took so long to get out. 2) That it's all about the unsub...I just had to put an end to that guy. He was making me mad. By the way, how was he for an orginal unsub? Review please!
