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Hey, I was kinda hoping to write a less depressing chapter today, I mean I still have to take into consideration that the team is still morning, but let's have a bit more action. Sorry it's a little short, but I'm swamped at the moment.

Let me know what you thought in the reviews.

Enjoy!

"Garcia, I want you to find anything you can on Lance Wolf, including anyone and everyone he had contact with", ordered Hotch.

"Already on it, Sir", Garcia winked, her fingers surfing over the keyboard

"Rossi and I could go interview Wayne Lemings, he was Wolf's closest associate", Morgan suggested, deciding he was getting bored of being cooped up in the office. Hotch dashed his plans with a simple look.

"Sorry Morgan, but none of us are leaving. All 13 of us that Wolf referred to in that note must stay under police protection. We can't lose anymore of this team."

"What about all those people we were going to visit?" Stanley questioned, sticking his hands in his pockets and raising his eyebrows.

"We get other officers to bring them in for questioning. Right now, it's too dangerous for any of us to be out of this building", they all nodded digruntledly. After the Callen case, they all reaslised how dangerous it would be to leave.

"What's the point?!" Blurted Conner, slamming his fist into his keyboard. The team looked over to the computer lab as Conner stormed out.

"We are getting nowhere," he grunted in exasperation. "Our friend is dead and we have nothing!"

"Jacobs calm down", Harper ordered, sending a glare to Conner.

"We've been working for hours and we still have nothing. I can't deal with this shit anymore. I'm leaving", Conner turned on his heal before anyone could object. Unfortunately he swiveled right into a passer by.

"Watch where you're going!" Snapped Conner, pulling himself off the floor. Spencer hurried over to help the young man up.

"Are you okay?" He asked, offering his hand out to the man.

"M'fine", he muttered, struggling up. Something fell from his waistband, clattering across the floor. Reid frowned and reached out, his eyes widening when he realised what it was; A gun.

The others saw it too, and suddenly chaos reigned. The young man made for the gun, but Reid's foot got there first, kicking the gun across the room. The man turned on him, enraged, landing his steel toe boots into Reid's kneecap. Spencer fumbled for his gun, but was knocked off balance by a fist across his nose; he'd heard and felt that sickening crunch before. Another punch was aimed for his face, but Spencer ducked, tackling the man, whilst he was preoccupied with failed punches. Reid held the man down after the tackle, which landed him a knee in the face. Morgan was on him in a second, wrenching the young man's hands behind his back, and forcing his face to kiss the cold laminated floor.

"Get off!" Shouted the man, squirming beneath both Morgan and Reid as the older agent cuffed him.

"You're under arrest for assaulting a federal agent", Morgan started, but the young man just smiled as if her knew this already. "And carrying a firearm with intent", again the man didn't argue.

"You alright kid?" Rossi asked as Reid got to his feet and gently touched his nose. Rossi offered him his hanky, which Reid gratefully accepted, wiping the blood from his nose and holding it there to stem the flow.

"Yea, I'm good. Who is that?" He asked frowning, he didn't frown long, because it sent ripples of pain through his nose. They glanced at the man as Morgan yanked him to his feet. He was wearing a devilish grin, licking his lips and watching them all.

"Oh God!" Cried Garcia, her hands flying to her mouth.

"What is it Baby Girl?"

"oh she's just realised who I am, Derek", the young man hummed, his voice sickeningly high.

"It's him!" Penelope yelled through her fingers.

Harper's brow furrowed, looking at the young man, "that's not Jason", he muttered.

"No! It's not! It's Lance!"

"What the hell's he doing here?" nagged Conner, watching Lance through the one way mirror.

"Spying on us most likely", Reid mumbled, finally managing the stop his nose bleed and talk normally without sounding nasal. "Hiding in plain sight".

"They're confident, I'll give 'em that", grumbled Stanley, narrowing his eyes at the young man on the other side of the glass. Rossi was pacing around Lance, allowing the silence to ensue.

"You gonna ask me somin'?" Smirked Lance, kissing his teeth slowly. Rossi didn't reply, and continued to pace.

"In't that how it works?" He goaded, beginning to get frustrated.

"You killed one of this teams detectives." Rossi deadpanned, keeping his tone even and calm.

"Don't know what you're talking 'bout", grinned Lance. The door flew open and a blonde haired young man burst in. Rossi turned suddenly, but before he could move further Ronnie's fist was pummelling Lance's face. The young Wolf screamed in shock and pain.

"Get...'em off!" Shrieked Lance, unable to shelter his face from the oncoming knuckles. Rossi allowed Ronnie one more punch before wrenching the young man away.

"Out!" Commanded Rossi just as Harper and Hotch bustled in.

"Tha...that was illegal!" Yelled Lance, glancing at the men as if seeking their support.

"I don't know, I'm pretty sure you gained those bruises from that altercation with out agent", Hotch muttered, his face lighting up.

"You saw that!" Snarled Lance at Micheal, Rossi almost laughed aloud, wrong guy to ask help from.

"Nah, I didn't see anything. Did you Rossi?"

"Nope", Rossi winked, looking around, pretending to be oblivious to the situation.

Hotch and Harper led Ronnie out, when the door closed behind them the young man burst into sobs and slid to his knees out of Hotch's grasp.

"So, How's your dad?" Rossi challenged, taking a seat and eyeing Lance curiously as he dabbed the blood from his nose.

"Fuck off. He just broke my nose, man!" Lance retorted. Rossi looked thoughtfully at Lances beaten face and chortled.

"That's not broken. If you want to see broken, you take a look at the agent you attacked. But, if you want, I can get someone to finish the job", Rossi grinned at the uncomfortable shifting his words had caused. He reaslised he was bordering the line between professional and unprofessional, but he was enjoying it. "Now where's your dad?"

"I ain't telling you shit"

"Right, right. I forgot you're unwholesomely loyal to him. He's better than you isn't he? That's why he sent you in here, instead of himself. He's more important than you, I mean, we can all tell he dominates you. So tell me, what's it like to be someone's dog?"

"I'm not his dog! I could've pulled this whole thing off without him".

"But what reason do you have to pursue this vendetta?"

"Who says I gotta have a reason?"

"So what have you actually done? Because from where we're standing , it looks like your dad has orchestrated this all on his own." Lance's face contorted in rage.

"That ain't true! I helped!" Insisted Lance.

"What are you, 22? You couldn't have pulled any of this off".

"Wanna bet. That one bitch, I slit her throat, finished her off", he admitted proudly, Rossi didn't flinch.

"And your father let you?"

"Why would I need his permission?" glowered Lance indignantly.

"So he wasn't angry with you?"

"Well yea. He went on about how she was meant to die from the stab wounds. I didn't see how it mattered."

"He doesn't trust you", announced Rossi, throwing the young man off.

"Huh? Course he does, he..."

"Why do you think he sent you here?" Lance shrugged, dumbfounded. "What I think is that you were in his way. You almost screwed up his plan by finishing off his victim, and so he needed to get you out of his way." Rossi said calmly. He watched as Lance shook his head and put his hands over his ears.

"No! He needs me!"

"What for, Lance? I think he sold you off to us. You wouldn't of lasted much longer 'spying' on us, and your father knew you would be caught", Rossi continued, despite Lance's protests. "But you're his loyal pet, so you would never rat him out to us. It's the perfect plan. You're his distraction, that's all you are to him."

"Stop! STOP!" Shouted Lance, spit flying off his bared teeth.

"Lance, you don't have to do what he says anymore."

"I'm not his damn dog!" Lance hissed with disgust.

"You are, but you don't have to be. Tell us where Jason is." Lance panted with anger, yet he managed to look at Rossi with confusion.

"Jason? He ain't called Jason no more", he growled angrily. "He's Layton now."

"Layton what?" Implored Rossi.

"Club. He made me change mine too, but I don't refer to myself as Justin, I never liked the whole new identity thing, but he did", Lance shook his head, sharing his disdain for his father.

"Where is he Lance?" Rossi repeated. Lance finally looked up at him.

"He don't tell me nothin'" he shrugged.

"That's too bad. I guess we don't really need you anymore. You've already admitted to one murder, so that should put you in prison for the rest of your pitiful life", Rossi got up to go. Lance rattled his handcuffs, trying to get to his feet.

"Shit, no! Please! I don't wanna go to prison!" Rossi carried on making his way out, ignoring Lance's pleas.

"I'll tell ya! I'll tell ya anything, anything, you wanna know! We can make a deal". Rossi paused with his hand on the door handle, smiling to himself. He pushed on the handle openeing the door.

"HE'S AT OUR GARAGE!" Rossi turned, his eyebrows raised, he peered at his team through the door and watched as Garcia typed over the keys.

"I have an address linked to a Layton Club, it's a garage he works at, it's about 30 minutes away", Garcia whispered triumphantly. Rossi nodded and turned back to Lance.

"Looks like you were right."

"You'll cut me a deal now, right? That's what they do. If someone helps they give them a deal, get time off their sentence", Lance ranted, his head bobbing excitedly.

"I am quite aware of how that system works Mr Wolf, and you are correct. But I didn't make a deal with you." Rossi grinned at the flabbergasted look on Lances narrow face.

"Nah, I ain't going to prison, I ratted my dad out to you. Give me a deal!" He argued as Rossi backed out of the room further.

"You helped to kill our friend", Rossi barked. "I hope you rot behind bars!" He slammed the door and Lance began to sob hopelessly

This was supposed to be uploaded yesterday, but I was dying from a migraine (yes, I can be overly dramatic), and I really couldn't deal with finishing it at midnight. I'm so sorry! I am trying to update regularly, but it's getting super difficult, I haven't finished my college work yet and I'm going to America for 2 weeks in 1 week.

Don't worry, I'll figure it out. Please leave a review, I'll see ya soon!

And also, anyone reading my other story, I should have a new chapter for that tonight, but I haven't started it yet so don't expect it anytime soon.

Adios!