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A/N: Thanks again for all the reviews.
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Morgan and Rossi returned from the Kullman dealership. Doug Kullman had not been overly eager to cooperate but with some persuasion by Morgan and the threat of a possible obstruction of justice charge by Rossi, he had eventually given them the information they needed. They arrived in the lobby just as Hotch had finished filling Reid in on the death of Andy Reiser. "The vehicle we're looking for is…"
"A late model Dodge Caravan, red, license number DCZ 9647," Reid said before Morgan got a chance to give them the news.
"Yeah," Morgan looked surprised, "How did you know that?"
"Allie told me," He recounted the details of his examination of the security tape and Allie driving the vehicle right up to the security camera. "I've already put out an APB."
"There is GPS, I'll get Garcia on it," Morgan took out his cell and punched speed dial.
"Did Kullman say anything about where Daryl might go," Hotch asked.
"No," Rossi replied, "He wasn't really willing to cooperate on the vehicle; so he wasn't about to give us any extra information."
"Even though two women's lives are at stake," Emily interjected.
"He doesn't want to admit to himself his son's a crazed ki…" The doors to the hotel were opening, "Oh no," Reid said!
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"None of you even got to know Darcy." Daryl was pacing the music room.
"We should have tried to get to know her better, you're right," Allie responded. "Why don't you tell us about her." She said softly.
Daryl stopped pacing and looked angrily at Allie for a moment and then his expression softened a little. "She had a really good sense of humor," he smiled at a memory. "She would play practical jokes at home all the time."
"I wish I'd known that side of her," Allie looked at Chantal. Her friend's breathing was very rapid and Allie was afraid she might hyperventilate.
"Did you know she was a real expert with a yo yo? She could make that sucker dance."
If she could keep him talking, Allie thought, she could buy some time for Spencer. Chantal did not look well and Allie was afraid her friend would lose it. Her breathing was still really rapid and she would whimper now and then.
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"Spencer," Joan Graham approached Reid, her usually healthy looking complexion appeared sallow and her red eyes indicated she'd been crying. Lloyd Graham followed closely behind his wife. "Is there any word?"
"Uh, no not yet, we know the vehicle we're looking for, hopefully we'll find it soon," Reid told Allie's mother, nodding at her father.
"Joan," Lloyd touched his wife's shoulder, "Why don't we sit over here," he indicated some loveseats in the lobby, "And let the agents do their jobs?"
Joan turned on her husband, "Shut up Lloyd, just shut up." She yelled. "This is all your fault. Spencer had Daryl in custody but oh no, you had to go threatening people to get him released. Now look what's happened. If anything happens to Allie," tears that had moistened her eyes now started to trickle down her cheeks, "It's on your head Lloyd. I'll never forgive you if that psycho hurts my baby." Joan brushed past her husband and sat on one of the burgundy loveseats.
Reid looked back and forth between the Grahams. He left the others, going over to Allie's mother, who was weeping quietly. He crouched in front of her and removed the red silk handkerchief from his pocket and placed it in her hand. "Believe me, I'll do everything I can to bring Allie home safely and so will everyone on my team. Allie's strong and she'll keep her wits about her. She got that strength from you and Mr. Graham. If anyone can get through this it's her."
Joan reached out with both hands to cradle Reid's face. She leaned forward and kissed him on the forehead. "I can see why my Allie loves you so much."
Reid's voice caught, "I...I love her too. She's an amazing woman and I…" Reid's cell rang. "Reid, where, okay we're on our way." He turned to the team. "That was Garcia, the van's at Mount Pleasant High School."
The team dashed out to their vehicles, hearing sirens and seeing police cars and ambulances speeding down the street. "They aren't going to the high school, are they? We can't go in with lights and sirens. If we spook him, he might hurt the women." Hotch warned Detective Hollis.
Hollis got on his cell, spoke briefly then turned to the team. "They're not going to the high school. There's a fire in a nursing home about a mile up the road. Apparently there are a fair number of casualties."
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Daryl was becoming more agitated. Talking about Darcy had been calming at first, Allie noted but the last few minutes he'd been pacing the room feverishly, his hands shaking. He was talking, but it didn't appear to Allie that he was talking to them.
While Allie was trying to keep an eye on Daryl before he lost control completely, Chantal was becoming an equal concern. Her friend was very agitated as well. Her breathing continued to be rapid and she would moan and whimper more frequently. Allie was afraid of what Daryl might do if Chantal fell apart.
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The team sped down the street and reached the high school at the same time as another squad car and the SWAT team. They found the van parked at the side of the school. Most of the lights in the school were out but they could see light coming from one room although the curtains blocked out any view into the room.
"If they're in that room," Dennis Malcolm, the SWAT sharpshooter said, I won't be able to get a shot with the curtains closed.
The team along with Detective Hollis and some of his men donned their vests in preparation for going into the school. As they were about to head into the building two vehicles came along the street. One car carried the Grahams; Joan was driving, she got out, running over to Spencer, "Are they in there?"
"Mrs. Graham, we haven't had a chance to go in yet. You and your husband really shouldn't be here," Hotch informed the Grahams.
"I told her that." Lloyd said, "But she was coming, so I couldn't let her come alone."
"Please stay back and do not interfere with us in any way. Do I make myself clear," Hotch asked? The Grahams nodded. "If you don't, I will have you removed."
The other vehicle was a bit more of a concern. It was a van belonging to the CBS news affiliate from Columbus and it was the last thing they needed, Reid thought when he saw the van pulling to a stop across from the school.
They found a side door that was open and entered the school. With their flashlights on, they headed down the dark hallway, lined on both sides by lockers, to the room where they suspected Daryl was holding Allie and Chantal. They could hear a voice coming from the room.
"You just didn't care, none of you ever cared," Daryl yelled at the two women sitting in the room. "If anybody, even one person had cared, she might not have done it."
Hotch silently motioned the team into position. Hotch and Morgan were on either side of the door. Hotch gestured with his fingers, one, two, three and Morgan kicked in the door. "Freeze FBI."