author's note: I am glad you are all enjoying the story. This chapter isn't as long as the others, but still a good one I think. Did anyone else laugh at the side line run Rossi did at the end of last night's episode or was that just me?

Chapter 4

Garcia watched the surveillance video for the 10th time, she wanted to make sure before she called Hotch. Now that she was, she listened to the phone ring before she heard her boss's gruff voice on the other end. "What do you have Garcia?"

"Ok, I used my all mighty powers to scrounge through any and all surveillance footage from the local PD to see if I could find anything useful. Long story short, there was a tracker trailer that passed the Police station at 2:47am. It was coming from the direction of the diner. I only got a partial plate which I am running now."

"Garcia, working with the idea that Olivia l did not take Reid; I want you to cross reference whatever you get with the family members of all the victims. See what you come up with."

"Yes, sir," and with that the line went dead.

Reid's eyes popped open; he hadn't even realized they were closed. He tried to move his head slightly, to find the source of what woke him. Every muscle in his body seemed to scream in protest as his head moved just a fraction of an inch. He could tell it was later in the day by the difference in the light coming through the windows; he just wasn't sure how much time had passed. He couldn't see much in the dim light, but he could hear something. Someone was moving towards him from the shadows.

"Hello?" He voice was barely above a whisper. He was hopeful that someone was here to save him, that his team had figured it all out and that they would be all right. He was sadly disappointed when he saw
the familiar flannel fabric of Sean's shirt.

"Don't get excited," He barked, "It's just me."

Reid's heart sank. 'Well, this is it' he thought to himself. 'He is going to kill me.' He watched as Sean walked to where Olivia was tied to the chair opposite him. Reid's eyes followed silently as Sean cut
the ropes that bound her hands and feet. He threw her limp body to the dusty ground, but no sound escape her lips. Reid's chest tightened, he was so tired, and he knew he had no strength to fight him. His eyes focused as Sean approached him. Sean raised the gun at Reid, "It's time".

"Go ahead baby girl," Morgan placed the phone on the table and leaned against the back of one of the chairs surrounding the table at the police station.

"OK, from what I could get from the partial plate and cross referencing the victim's families I came up with Sean Masterson. He is a long haul trucker and brother to victim number 5 Casey Masterson. Now Casey was a person of interest in a rape case a few counties over but the rape victim withdrew the charges a few days later and he walked away clean."

"How did Olivia Lawrence know them?" Rossi asked, crossing his arms.

"They have lived here their entire lives and were both frequent customers to the Angel's Dinner for years." Garcia supplied.

"Ok, Garcia, hold tight for a minute." Hotch ordered then turned to the team. "Ok, he somehow finds out Olivia killed Casey and he wants revenge for his brother's death. Reid gets got in the cross fire. What then?"

"Well, he might take them some place secluded." Prentiss offered. "He will want to make her pay for what she did."

"He wouldn't want to get it over with quickly?" Seaver asked. "Hide the bodies and skip town?"

"He might," Rossi replied, "But anger and revenge can make people not think straight."

"OK, Garcia, I want you to start searching for buildings in the area, ones that have been abandoned or condemned. Limit your search to the town and surrounding areas only. We are operating under the assumption that he wouldn't have gone far. Seaver I want you to talk with the sheriff and find out if there is any place secluded where Sean Masters might take them."

The sheriff looked up when he heard the knock on the open door frame. The young blond FBI agent was peering in at him. He held up his finger as he spoke into the phone, "Ok, well, just get as many of our guys out as you can, I don't want them spread too thin. Thanks Hank." He hung up the phone and stood. "We are trying to set up road blocks, but we have too many back roads that lead out of town to cover them all. I'm afraid we don't have the man power for a search and rescue like this."

Seaver smiled, "We appreciate all your help."

"What can I do for you?" He asked, pointed to the empty seat across from his desk and he resumed his.

"We believe that a man by the name of Sean Masterson might have taken them."

"Sean?" The sheriff's eyebrows shot up.

"You seem surprised," Seaver watched his face.

"Well, Sean has always been a good boy. He was going to go to school on a football scholarship but he busted up his knee in senior year. He started driving trucks with his brother, are you sure?" He asked.

"We're pretty sure. Is there any place nearby that is secluded, away from the road where Sean might take them? A place he would feel comfortable with?"

"Well," he sighed, "There are a few places he might go."

"What was the first one that came to your mind?" Seaver prompted.

"There is an old factory out on the edge of town. He might have gone there, I have to run the young kids out of there every once in a while."

"Ok," Seaver rose, "Thank you, we'll start there."

The black SUV bounced hard on the rough gravel as it tore down the country road. Emily eyed Morgan from the passenger seat. His hands were gripping the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles were
white.

"We're going to get to him," She said softly.

"I know," He barked. Emily bit her lip. "Listen," he replied a little softer. "I can't let the last thing that kid heard from me be the words that came out of my mouth last night." Seaver watched silently
from the back seat.

"Morgan," She began, "We don't even know if he's hurt…"

"Emily," Morgan looked at her. "This is Reid we're talking about, trouble always finds him." They didn't say another word until they approached the building. They climbed out of the vehicle and met
Rossi and Hotch as their SUV approached.

"There's Masterson's Ridge," Hotch pointed to the left side of the building. "Prentiss and Morgan you go together at this end. Proceed with caution." They bolted towards the building. "Dave, you
and Seaver take the second level, with the open floor plan you should be able to get a good view from up there. I'm going to take some uniforms and cover the front."

Rossi and Seaver entered the building with guns drawn making their way quickly up the flight of stairs. The only light that aided their search was what was streaming through the dirty windows above and their flash lights. Seaver tried to focus as her eyes adjusted to the dim light. She and Rossi scanned the area below, but they couldn't see much. Broken equipment and boxes block most of their view. As they moved farther down the building Seaver spotted a crosswalk. She motioned to Rossi who quickly followed her lead. The crosswalk presented them with a better view. They could see Hotch and the uniforms approaching from the front of the building, and they could see Morgan and Emily making their way through the stacks of boxes and scattered furniture.

Seaver took and instinctive look down and a small gasp escaped her lips. Rossi followed her eyes and he quickly radioed the others. There were 3 prone figures on the ground beneath them. In the dim light she could see a pool of blood surrounding one.