Chapter 11
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I awoke to the sound of gun shots coming from downstairs.
My instincts told me to go in there but my brain told me to get changed and hide somewhere.
I could guess either Garcia or Morgan either shot someone or most likely got shot.
The coward inside of me got changed into a pair of brown chinos and quickly draped a shirt over my shoulders and hid in the wardrobe.
I knew I was being cowardly but if the killer killed one of them I might be next.
I waited till I heard sirens coming from outside to escape from the wardrobe.
For all I knew the killer could be waiting outside but I assumed he or she would have escaped before the cops and the medics arrived.
I had buttoned the shirt up in the wardrobe and put on a pair of shoes.
I grabbed my gun and F.B.I badge and slowly walked out of the wardrobe.
I heard a knock on the door.
I looked through the eyehole and saw it was Morgan.
I answered the door slightly bemused because I thought he was still mad at me.
It looked like he had been crying, I welcomed him in.
He sobbed as I asked "What happened?"
He continued to sob as he answered "Someone shot Garcia and dragged her round the back of the building…"
I interrupted "How did you see it?"
He continued to sob as he continued to speak "I heard the gunshots and went downstairs to investigate. I saw a man drag a human body away. I only saw the shoes but I knew it was Garcia. Anyway I followed him but got to the back of the hotel. The guy was stuffing her in the boot of a car and was about to drive off. He saw me and started to shoot at me. I hid behind a wall because I wasn't wearing a bulletproof vest. I dialled the phone and told the police what happened. By the time the shooting had stopped, the car had driven away. This was all my fault I should have stayed with her."
I shook my head.
It wasn't Morgan's fault, if it was anyone's fault it was mine.
If I didn't come here, if I didn't get Morgan so angry, if I hadn't been such an asshole we wouldn't be in this situation.
Garcia was too good for her own good.
I said rather shakingly "It wasn't your fault. If it was anyone's fault it was mine. I am so sorry." Morgan was not angry like I would expect him to be.
He was really sad.
Then he said "I have to look for her, but I don't know where to start. I need some help looking. I need to look for her." I nodded. I understood what he was going on about.
He loved her but couldn't do anything.
"Let's start by asking people in the bars nearby…" I said.
I was just as shaken by what we had just found out.
We walked to the bar Morgan and Garcia had found me in last night.
We knew that someone must have known.
Maybe someone saw and then went to a nearby bar.
Maybe someone knew the car and the person behind it.
Maybe we could find Garcia without the rest of the team.
That was probably a long shot anyway.
"Shall we call Hotch? Just to tell him Garcia has been shot and kidnaped" I asked.
Morgan shook his head "No, He will find out, either from the Las Vegas PD or from the news. I know the local PD will get the team involved because an FBI agent was kidnapped. We need to hunt for her now before the unsub hurts her anymore."
"Shouldn't we just tell them we are alright?" I asked.
Morgan shook his head again
"No, if they want to find us they will call me. Let's just hunt for this unsub" I nodded this visit to Las Vegas was a painful one.
This trip seemed to be getting worse as the trip went on.