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Sorry about the cliffy in the last chapter, all shall be revealed.
2 chapters today, because the next one is short.
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"Garcia, have you found anything on Wolf's new identity", Hotch rubbed his eyes. They'd been there for around 3 hours already and they were at a dead end.
"No sir, not yet, but there's some information about Jason Wolf that's been blocked. I'm trying to hack into it, but it's difficult and...uh...not strictly legal", she said the last part a bit quieter for only Hotch to hear.
"We have several locations that may be connected to Wolf", Stanley offered. Harper got up from his seat, bored at the lack of action, his stomach was also rolling around, hungry for a donut.
"We should all check out the different locations see what we can find. Then we'll work on his connections. Where is Mara?" He and his stomarch groaned. The others looked around, realising the young detective wasn't there yet.
"I'll text her and Ronnie. He was on a buissness trip and wasn't back till about noon", she glanced at her watch, "he should be back before too long."
"Good. She better get here soon, I'm in dire need of a donut." Huffed Harper.
"How should we split up? There are 5 locations", Hotch folded his arms and looked thoughtfully at Harper.
"Amelia and Reid, you guys go to the boat house. Morgan and Rossi, take the second location. JJ and Stanley, the third. Me and Alex will take the forth and Hotch and Emily, you guys can check out his storage unit." Harper instructed and they all split up with their partners.
"This place hadn't been used for years", mused Reid, wandering around the abandoned boats. Amelia was looking down at her phone. "What's up?" Reid asked, watching her frown deepen.
"It's just that Mara hasn't replied at all. I mean she can be slow, but I haven't seen her today either, so..." she snapped her phone shut and smiled at Spencer. "I'm sure she's fine."
"Hey, you don't have to brush it off. Shall we stop off at her place?" Spencer offered, sensing the anxiety in Amelia.
"Not right now. We have a job to do", he nodded and continued walking by the boats, leaving footprints in the dust.
"Jeez, you're right. Doesn't look like anything has gotten in here." She swiped her finger across the boat, gathering a thick dust pile. She watched as Spencer walked ahead of her. She eyed him greedily, grinning. She wanted nothing more than to sink her finger tips into his brown curls.
"He could've got out of the country for a while and came back when 'Jason Wolf' was a forgotten identity", suggested Reid, turning to his ginger partner, who had been watching him and suddenly looked away, her cheeks reddening.
She edged closer to him, not making eye contact. "There's nothing here." She whispered, drawing closer.
"Should...uh should we go?" Reid swallowed thickly as Amelia pulled herself right up to him. He inhaled quickly when he smelt her perfume.
"We don't have to go just yet", her lips teased his, as they lingered close by. She could feel his hot, nervous breath on her mouth. Spencer blinked not knowing what to do. They'd only kissed once before at Mara's wedding, but they were drunk then. This was different. Their lips were close enough to touch.
"We can't..." Reid started, feeling extremely unprofessional, when Amelia's lips latched onto his. He pulled away suddenly, holding Amelia back, looking shocked. Amelia's smile fell, but before she could turn she felt Spencer's lips back on hers, and this time they didn't hold back. She held his face lovingly in her soft palms and his fingers grabbed her waist, pulling her body close to him. They broke apart for a breath, but once again became absorbed by each other's lips.
"We..' Reid broke off, before kissing her again.
"Shouldn't..." he tried again, another kiss ensued.
This time Amelia broke it off, "oh shut up" she sighed, kissing him firmly and stopping him from speaking again. They didn't notice themselves moving as they kissed. When they finally released each other Amelia was sat on the counter, where Reid had lifted her and had been leaning down kissing Spencer.
"Oh shit", she laughed looking around.
"What?" Reid fretted, fearing that she already regretted the kiss - or the several kisses.
"Look at the trail we left", she giggled, pointing to the tracks they'd left across the dusty floor and as she jumped off the counter they saw the patterns disturbed in the dust. "We kind of made it obvious what we were doing." Reid blushed and set to work cleaning the dust to make it look like they hadn't had a kissing frenzy.
Reid's phone beeped and interrupted their content silence.
Get back now.- Hotch.
Reid frowned at his phone and shut it quickly.
"Hotch wants us back. It looks urgent." Amelia nodded, taking Spencer's hand in hers.
"We'll check on Mara after, that's if she's not already there. She better be; I need a donut." They walked to the SUV, smiling slyly after each other and what they'd just done.
"Calm down Ron. Amelia's on her way", Stanley patted the man's shoulder.
"Calm down! She's missing! Did none of you notice?!" He spat harshly, tears falling from his gray eyes. "If I had b...been h...home", he sniffed, looking down at the table. The team exchanged sympathetic looks.
Harper and Stanley sat by the younger man, trying to comfort him, though inside they were struggling to keep their cool. Alex was stood next to Garcia trying to comfort her. She had broken down into sobs upon hearing that the youngest detective was missing and had been for god knows how long. JJ, Emily and Hotch were stood by the board, looking on sadly. They were all full of worry for their missing friend.
"Rossi and Morgan are on their way back too", Hotch informed them, his mask of seiousness was securely in place, but behind it was fear and anxiety.
"Ronnie, I need to know a few things, okay? I'm just gonna ask a few questions", Harper said kindly, keeping his voice soft as to calm and console the crying man. Ronnie wiped the tears from his eyes and nodded weakly.
"Were their signs of a struggle, or any blood?" Ronnie shook his head, and the room filled with sighs of relief.
"B..but I..I found her gun o..on the floor in the middle of the h..hallway. O..other than t..that everything was n..normal", he took in a deep breath to control his hiccups.
"Did the bed look like it had been slept in?" Ronnie shook his head again.
"w..we always make it in the m..morning and it was made."
"She could've slept in it if she was taken this morning," JJ muttered. Ronnie shook his head sadly at the blonde (his heart ached when he saw the agent as she reminded him of his wife.)
"H..Her clothes weren't in the wash bin and her pyjamas w..were where she'd left them yesterday morning." He stuttered.
"He took her last night", hissed Stanley, looking away at the opposite wall.
"W...was it that Wolf guy? She t..told me, she...she..." he broke off into another sob.
"Ronnie, listen to me. We are going to find her", Harper took the man's face firmly looking into his watery eyes.
"I can't...I..I don't know what I would do without her", he whispered. Micheal wrapped his arms around the shivering man and held him tight.
"What's going on Hotch? We were on our way back when you text", Morgan walked in and saw Mara's husband embracing Micheal. Last time he'd seen Ronnie was at a Christmas party 3 months before. The guy had been incredibly happy at the party and he wasn't even drunk. Now he was a sobbing wreck. Morgan exchanged a look with Rossi.
"Mara's missing", Hotch was straight to the point and left his agents gaping.
"When?" Morgan asked, "how?" Rossi jibbed as if it was a quick fire round of questions.
"Some time last night. There were no signs of a fight, so the attacker must have subdued her quickly."
"It was that mother-f..fucker", spat Ronnie, pulling himself from Micheal. "W..Wolf.
"Are we sure about that?" Rossi asked, knowing the probability was working in Wolf's favour.
"Who else!?" Snapped Ronnie. He suddenly looked ashamed of himself, and sunk down into his chair. "Sorry..." he muttered.
"Don't apologise. You have every right to be pissed right now", Morgan placed a hand on Ronnie's shoulder.
"Does Amelia know?" Rossi looked around and everyone seemed to avoid his eye.
"No. She and Reid are on their way now." Just then Conner and Matthew walked in with some paperwork. Conner strode in with a casual swagger as if he owned the place.
"I thought you came here to work", he smirked, giving the agents a smug smile. "I guess it's just me and Matt actually doing our job." Ronnie stood up then and shoved Conner into the opposing wall. Conner smacked into it, glaring at Ronnie. Hotch pulled Ronnie back and he seemed to go limp in his arms.
"What the hell..." Conner seethed, straightening his glasses and heading over to retaliate. Micheal stopped him.
"Mara's missing", he recited, which swiped all anger from Conner's face. Matthew stood up straighter and looked around for confirmation.
"Are you serious?", panted Matthew, his voice quavering. He was answered by several solemn nods. "Oh God", he stumbled back, dropping the paper work on the floor and sliding down the wall.
Conner stood for a minute, swaying at the news, not knowing what to say. He was extremely fond of Mara, her and Matthew would put up with him, even when he was cruel to them. He swallowed thickly, processing that his friend was missing. He stepped back from the group. He breath hitched and he fumbled his way out of the room.
"I've never seen him shut up so fast", Ronnie half-heartedly laughed, looking out of the room sadly. It was as if he was waiting for Mara to walk in.
As if to answer his prayers she walked in. His face lit up.
His eyes found her face and his smile faltered. Mara doesn't have ginger hair, he thought.
Amelia walked in the conference room and Ronnie smiled up at her as if she were an angel. His smile soon vanished.
"Hey, Ronald! What brings you here?" She asked, smiling teasingly at her brother in law. He didn't answer, instead a quiet sob lept from his throat.
"Ronnie?" She asked. Wait, where's Mara? Her brain started to piece it together. She gazed around. "Where's Mara?" She stammered.
"H..he took her", whimpered Ronnie, not looking up. Amelia reminded him too much of his wife.
"Who!? What's going on?!" She demanded, feeling tears fill her eyes. Spencer came up behind her and looked around confused.
"WOLF!" Shouted Ronnie. "He has her! He has Mara!"
It had taken a good 2 hours for Amelia to calm down. She had sobbed and shouted at everyone in the room. She was sat with her knees up to her chin, just staring at the board with her sisters picture on.
I was having fun. I should have been looking for her. She could be dead and I was kissing Spencer. Her head was punishing her; blaming her.
She flinched when a hand fell on her shoulder. She looked up and found Spencer's hazel eyes watching her nervously.
"Sorry..." she muttered, recalling how she had blamed Spencer for her sister being missing.
"Amelia we are doing our best." Micheal said quietly.
"I don't care! She's been missing since last night and what have we been doing? Nothing! Fuck!" She screamed, smacking her fist on the table. Spencer touched arm, but she shrugged him off. "Get off me! This is your fault!" She pushed him away, and Spencer stumbled back and didn't come close again. He backed himself into the corner, sunk to the floor and covered his face, whilst Amelia stormed around.
Spencer hadn't spoken to anyone since and they all seemed confused as to why Amelia blamed him. He knew. You were kissing her and her sister was missing the whole time. He knew, logically, that it wasnt his fault Mara was gone, but he felt guilty for not even realising.
The rest of the team were working on finding Mara, but they were coming up empty.
"I understand", Spencer said, taking a seat next to Amelia. She frowned at him, not angry though, all that rage had left her.
"How?"
"Before the Callen case, I...I had a girlfriend, who was kidnapped", he mumbled. Amelia suddenly felt extremely guilty.
"Did you find her? Is...is she okay?" Croaked Amelia. Spencer looked at her sadly. He was about to open his mouth and answer when Micheal walked in, looking grave
"Another body has been found." Everyone's attention was on him now.
"Who is it, Micheal?" Amelia said calmly, staring him dead in the eyes. He didn't answer, closing his eyes.
"Who is it!?" She shouted, the calmness ebbing away, anger taking its place. She stood up. "Micheal! IS IT HER?!" She screamed, Micheal opened his eyes to see Amelia collapse to the floor in a sobbing heap.
"Please..." she whimpered, "please tell me it's not her, Micheal, please..."
Like I said this is a double parter, I shall upload the next chapter an hour after this one.
I will see you in an hour.