Chapter 25

I don't own Criminal minds. A bit of bad language in this chapter.

Hotch crashed his head into the wheel. The car went out of control. She was sure she was going to die too. She only had a couple of seconds to take control of the car and to make it look like she was an F.B.I agent. The first priority would be to pull this car over. It was so difficult especially as there was a dead man's head on the wheel. She got control of the car somehow. She had done similar things in the past but never something so risky. She was sure that if she got caught she would be locked up for a very, very long time; even longer than if he was a normal F.B.I agent. She was in some very deep shit and she knew it!

She pulled over to a nearby layby. It was dark but next to a busy road. People would see her, too many people. She couldn't risk it. She took Hotch's badge and ID. She took everything which a normal person would associate with an F.B.I agent. She knew he was dead but couldn't help but tie him to the car seat with some rope she had brought and take his clothes off. It was her so called signature but to her it was more like a compulsion. Something she had to do! "Good luck, Mr Hotchner!" She whispered. Then she laughed her sick evil laugh. She called her boss "Hello, I have just killed him. Pick me up in the third layby down route 93. I have got all his stuff. Don't worry any normal or stupid police officer will not know he is a F.B.I agent. Only someone looking for him or an actually fed will know he is an agent. Pick me up as soon as possible!"

She put all of Hotchner's stuff in her black bowling bag . She got out of the car and hid her mask and the black hoody in her bag. She wanted to look like she was waiting for someone. She didn't want to look like she had just murdered someone! She sat on the kerb just waiting for her boss. Hopefully he would come soon. She didn't want any questions yet.

Morgan felt his phone vibrate. It was Rossi. "Sorry pretty boy I have to answer this." Morgan pressed the accept button on his new iPhone "Hello this is Morgan. What's up Rossi?" a panicked voice was on the other line "Please tell me Hotch is with you at the hospital…"

"No, I am sorry he isn't he left about an hour ago. He got a call from Kevin and left. Some other police officers were supposed to meet him at the address. I think he sent you to another one with some other police officers. Why?" Morgan began to get worried. Hotch was usually the one to get to the scene first. Not last! "I don't know yet. He hasn't arrived at the scene and it's been about half an hour. This is not traffic. I think something has happened to him. Can you go down the route Hotch took just to see if he stopped off or something? Please," Morgan ran out of the hospital. He had to find Hotch. No question. He turned on the red and blue lights and raced down route 93 slowing down near every layby. In the third layby he saw a black SUV and a woman sitting on the kerb. He pulled over and parked up in the layby.

"Would you like some help?" Morgan asked the ginger woman.

"No, I am just waiting for someone." The woman said.

"Is that your car?" Morgan questioned.

"Yes I suppose why?"

"You said you were waiting for someone and I know that car is a federal number plate. Do you want to know how I know?" Morgan asked. The woman shook her head she knew she had been caught. "How did you know?" She asked even though she already knew the answer .It was just to humour her. He was obviously Derek Morgan. "That is my boss's SUV. He has been missing for about half an hour now. Would you like me to arrest you now or wrestle you to the ground put you in cuffs and make sure you suffer?" She held out her hands she was ready to go. Her time was up. Her boss wasn't going to pick her up and she knew it. He probably had a new girl and thought it was time to lose some baggage. She had to be his baggage.

She looked glum as she was strapped into the car. Morgan locked the doors so that no-one could out or in. The last thing he wanted was to be shot and killed. He looked around to check no-one else was hiding somewhere ready to pounce and kill him. It was clear he opened the driver's door and saw Hotch tied to the car seat with rope and only with some boxer shorts and a vest on. It looked like he had been shot in the head. Morgan checked his neck to see if he had a pulse or not. Morgan felt a slight pulse but he knew that if Hotch survived he wouldn't be the same man, the same person. He saw a black, bowling bag on the floor so picked it up. It might have something inside that could help to find JJ, Henry and Blake. He unlocked his car and got inside. He locked the car again when he was inside it just in case a nutcase was outside hunting him down and put on his radio. "Man down, man down." He pressed his panic button and waited until an entourage of blue and red flashing lights came racing down the highway.

In the mirror he saw about ten police cars and two ambulances. He came out of his car and shouted "Here. His name is SSA Aaron Hotchner. He has been shot in the head and has a faint pulse. The woman who shot him is in my car but I don't trust her so could one of you take her please?" A man in a dark blue uniform came towards him and asked "What is your name? And why are you here? Are you F.B.I or in the police?" Morgan was flabbergasted he was the one who found his boss and the suspect and he was being asked all the questions. "I am SSA Derek Morgan and yes I am with the F.B.I. SSA Aaron Hotchner is my boss. I was called by a college who was worried because Hotchner hadn't shown up at a potential suspect's house." Morgan said angrily.

"Really so where is your ID?" The police officer asked.

"What?!" Morgan was very close to asking this waste of space all these questions just to see how he would react. Why was he asking all these questions? Why did he want to know all about me? Can't my word be enough anymore? Were all questions going through Morgan's mind. He didn't have anything with him. He must have left it at the hotel. He was going to get arrested just because he didn't have any ID to prove who he was. That wasn't fair. "Hang on sergeant. I am SSA David Rossi with the F.B.I. This man you are asking for ID is SSA Derek Morgan. He is a college and I sent him down this highway to find SSA Aaron Hotchner. Look this is my badge. SSA Derek Morgan probably left his badge at the hotel or with his girlfriend Penelope Garcia who is at the hospital. This man has done nothing wrong. Arrest the woman in his SUV and charge he with kidnap and murder of a federal agent. She is believed to have kidnaped a couple of agents and it looks like she has killed SSA Aaron Hotchner. So are you going to arrest her or not?" Rossi's eyes looked intensely at the sergeant. "I am sorry. I just don't like my state being in the news for things like this. Sorry SSA Morgan." The sergeant's eyes looked like puppy dog's eyes. He did look very apologetic so Morgan said "It's ok. Rossi did you find anyone or anything at the other house?"

Rossi looked Morgan in the eyes and his seemed sunken "I am sorry Morgan. We found Blake in a bad way so they are taking her to hospital. They think she might not make it. But we didn't find JJ or Henry. I am sorry." Morgan shook his head. "It wasn't your fault. It wasn't any of the team's fault. It was the son of a bitch who took her's fault. Did you arrest him?"

Rossi nodded "Yes. He will be going away for a long time."

"Good. Let's go and find JJ and Henry." Kevin searched through Bruce Mainsa's history. He found an address and told Rossi and Morgan. They were sure this was where he was keeping JJ and Henry. Rossi and Morgan rushed to the SUV and started to drive.