A/N : Alright, this is for all of you who so desperately have asked for a look into the present, I need to say that this entire story is based on basically Reid's point of view. They're his memories from the past, telling how he got to be in that place, and what happened to him previous. However, I will go ahead and put up one chapter that's from the rest of the team's point of view. Just remember and review the story for me, and tell me if it helps with your anxiety a little, okay? xD Lol. Also, quick side note, make sure to pay attention to the dates.

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February 6th, 2007.

It sounded like a damn gunshot.

Hotch glared at Morgan, but the motion was lost on the agent as he was facing away from his superior, lowering his foot from kicking the dumpster. Hotch had heard Prentiss and J.J. shriek because of the loud noise, and he couldn't blame them. He had jumped a little himself, but of course his stoic face didn't show his fear, nor did he show his anger. Hotch knew they were all on edge right now, but he still couldn't help but want to take his anger out on Morgan for the simple fact that the large man wasn't making it any easier on the rest of the team.

Gritting his teeth and counting to ten, Hotch lowered his gaze to the body that had been moved from the dumpster to the snow dusted ground. Again, another gunshot to the wound. But the UnSub had gone back to just killing one person now… It didn't make that much sense. An UnSub who escalated to three victims, and yet another victim at a separate time, but still in one day, shouldn't have stopped killing shortly thereafter, then have just one victim turn up a week later… It didn't make any sense at all…!

Sighing loudly, Hotch watched at the mist his breath made in the cold air; it was 8 degrees the last time he checked the thermometer, and that was about four hours ago; night had fallen two hours ago. Blue and red lights lit up the frosty night as the BAU members stood around the female body, semi-nude and beat to high hell. Shaking his head, Hotch looked up at the three agents who'd come with him to the scene. Morgan was still facing away from the body, talking to the cops at the end of the alleyway, his hands shoved inside his coat pockets, his head hanging slightly.

J.J. and Prentiss were huddled together just a few feet from the body, discussing different profiling strategies for the UnSub they had yet to really nail a profile to.

After all, everything was changing so fast… there were several inconsistencies with the M.O., and nothing seemed to be the same, all except for the dump sites and the bullet wound in the head… It had to be some sort of execution. But who… and why? There were no connections to the victims that they'd found yet…

"Hey, Hotch… Come here and look at this…" Rossi suddenly said, having crouched down by the body while Hotch was lost in thought.

Giving another soft sigh, Hotch moved closer to Rossi and crouched down as well, looking over the body and saying quietly,

"Did you find something…?"

In answer, Rossi lifted up the hair on the right side of the victim's face, right behind the left ear, revealing the letters 'DT' etched in the side of her skin, like a tattoo. Suddenly standing up quickly, not really caring about drawing the other's attention, Hotch said a bit louder than before,

"And we just now found this? Do we know if the other victims had this mark…?"

Rossi shook his head and shrugged his shoulders, standing up as well as he replied,

"I don't know. This is the first I've seen it, but I can call some people, get the other bodies checked out for the same mark."

"You do that, I'll call Garcia and have her run a check on-" Hotch started to say, pulling out the phone just as it started to vibrate.

Pausing for a minute, Hotch blinked, momentarily stunned at the fact it was Garcia calling him before he flipped it open and answered it.

"Hotchner."

"Um, sir, I'm worried about Reid."

"Who isn't?" Hotch answered tiredly, raising two fingers and pinching the bridge of his nose. "Look, Garcia, I'm glad you called. I need you to-"

"N-no, sir, I don't think you understand. He's acting all jumpy and-"

"Yes, Garcia, I do understand." he replied, a bit more forcefully than needed, and felt remorseful the instant the female voice didn't reply. "Sorry, I'm just a bit stressed, and I need you to hear me out. I need you to run a check on backgrounds for the victims again; this time with gangs, narcotics dealers, anything with the initials-"

"DT."

Hotch blinked, stunned again. Staring at the alley wall, Hotch swallowed and said,

"Alright, Garcia, you've got my attention. What was bugging you about Reid?"

"Sir, Reid already had me run background checks, and I found a good hit with a gang that's been flying a ways below the radar, calling themselves The Devil's Tyrants, or 'DT.' They deal mostly in smuggling illegal drugs and weapons across state lines and even the Mexico and Canada Borders. They seem to have a strict code of brotherhood, and initiation is pretty rough. And the only reason I have this knowledge is because there've been several people breaking off from the gang, calling it 'too dangerous' and 'deviating off the original missions.'

"There are some, however, who've started a new group, taking on The Devil's Tyrants members and turning them into hard core missionaries out for blood and drugs for their own needs. This spin off they supposedly call Dire Trouble, evidently the only thing they could come up with since they already have the letters DT etched onto their skin. Every Devil's Tyrants member has the letters tattooed onto their skin, but in various places. The head, behind the ear, the back of the leg, anything. But no two members have the same initials in the same place.

"But the thing that really worries me is that these Devil's Tyrants? Don't take shit from everyone. The gang once went on a murder spree all because on person accidentally stumbled onto their lair. They killed him, his family, his friends and neighbors, and everyone who witnessed or may have witnessed the murders. Sir, Reid's been restless and constantly on the look out, and before that I'd over heard him talking to you about someone stalking him." her voice became shaky. "S-sir… what if it was the gang that was stalking him?"

Right about now, Hotch wanted to do two things. Number one was to throw up, and number two was to kick himself in the ass for being so stupid and writing Reid's fears off as if they were nothing. Swallowing with some difficulty, Hotch spoke past the rapidly forming lump in his throat.

"Garcia, make sure Reid doesn't go any where alone for right now. Keep him at the office, I don't care what you tell him, just don't let him out of your sight-"

"I-I can't do that, sir… he's… already headed back home. I can call him, tell him to come back as fast as he can…"

Closing his eyes at the dizzying feeling of fear, Hotch's voice lowered to a mere whisper as he said hurriedly,

"Yes, do that right now."

Then Hotch clicked the phone shut, not wanting Garcia to spare another moment, even if it was just to answer him. Pocketing the phone, Hotch looked up at Rossi and Morgan, who were looking at him strangely. In the cold night, Hotch realized he must look pretty pale, but that didn't stop him from saying quickly,

"I think I may have made a grave error. Rossi, DT stands for Devil's Tyrants, and they're a gang. A spin off of the original gang, calling themselves Dire Trouble seem to be killing the members of the original DT because they wanted out. And I think… that DT is stalking Reid. We need to get back to the office A.S.A.P.."

With a nod from the rest of the group, the BAU agents set off quickly, heading for the BAU building.

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"Come on, come on…!" Garcia said nervously, standing up and pacing around, her nerves tightly strung as the phone kept ringing.

Nothing but the ringing filled the tech room.

"Pick up Reid…! Please…!"

Garcia was close to tears as she sat down, lifted and replaced the phone, then dialed Reid's cell number again and waited.

Again, the phone did nothing but ring.

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Extra A/N : Alright, there you go, my loyal and desperate fans. Lol, no offence. Once again, don't forget to review!! I practically LIVE on your feedback. Also, remember to tell me if you want another chapter following up the events in this one. It might be a little confusing at first, but I'll label the chapters that deviate away from Reid's point of view as BAU POV, so you can all tell the difference. Thanks for reading, and for reviewing.

- Lyon