A/N: Alright fans, sorry again for the long wait, but here's another installation. Also, special thanks to RavenParadox, who, despite my being five days late in posting to such an awesome review, inspired me to try and get back into this story with a passion. I hope I'm not dragging things out or being to quick with anything. And I hope all you other fans are enjoying this story still despite the wait you've had to endure. Thanks for everything!

February 16th, 2007.

Hotch was nearing his own breaking point, and had a nagging fear that it was not only he who was ready to simply grab a gun and start shooting. Of course, his training prevented him from taking such a course of action, but that didn't stop his want one bit, nor the fear that Morgan would shoot the next thing that moved. They'd just hit another one of the houses that Garcia had traced back to one of the newer members of Dire Trouble, but it was empty when Hotch, Rossi, Morgan and Prentiss got there. Not surprising, considering how stealthy and informed these guys seemed to be. Maybe they were going about this the wrong way.. Hotch just couldn't think straight. He was running on coffee and adrenaline, and neither were getting him very far on this life or death case. His own team member was in trouble and he couldn't do anything to save him..!

... No. He had to focus. Hotch gave himself a mental shake for allowing his feelings to get the better of him. He'd have time for pity later.

After he saved Reid.

2:29 PM

Rossi flipped open the cell that had just started vibrating in his pocket. Hotch sat beside him in the driver's seat of one of their black SUV's, and Prentis and Morgan sat solemnly in the backseat, probably wracking their brains for anything they were missing; just as he was. His voice was exasperated as he answered a quick,

"Rossi. "

But that exasperation quickly became hope as Garcia's chirping tone filled his ears. He didn't even think to put her on speakerphone; what she was saying was such salvation to his heart.

" I figured it out! Mallory Hedrickson, that owner of the bar I told you all about before? Turns out I finally got a lead on him. He moved into a two bedroom, one bathroom house that - get this - is just five streets down from the BAU office! But that's not all, check this out! The city's records show that this particular house had an underground passage cut out from the basement, deeper and longer, and the fines were so big that the person who lived there first, a James Tarman, was literally sued out of said home because the fines for such an action were too big. Mallory moved in just two weeks later.

" It's also been reported a few times of screams coming from the vacinity of this house, though police have failed to verify such claims. "

Rossi couldn't hold in his comment any longer, which simply got the attention of all three people in the van.

" Garcia, you're a genius! "

To this, the woman on the other end of the phone chuckled, and replied quickly,

" No, Reid is the genius. Now go save him this time, already. I've already sent the coordinates for the house to your cell. "

The line clicked and went dead, but Rossi didn't care. He had what he wanted and needed and hopefully, he'd have Reid too. He turned to relay such information to Hotch, who soon had the gas pedal down as far as it would go.

6:46 PM

Voices could be heard down the right corridor. Hotch, Morgan, Rossi and Prentiss had infultrated the seemingly silent house, found a hidden doorway in the basement that led down to this tunnel, only to come to a V in the passage. Hotch had to make a decision fast; Morgan's finger looked like it would push down on the trigger of his gun at any time, and every second he wasted could mean Reid's death. Finally, his command was whispered.

" Prentiss, you're with me. Rossi, Morgan, take the right path. Prentiss and I'll take the left. "

With a nod from his teammates, the group was in motion.

He just hoped they weren't too late.