Chapter Four
"Four dead families?" Emily stared at her file as they continued their briefing on the jet.
"The Roberts family was last, same as the others. Stacy and her two children shot in the back of the head." Morgan showed a picture of two children and their mother lying face down on a bed, hands still tied behind their backs.
"The Father was worked over pretty decently this time." Rossi added.
"Not to mention the execution style bullet to his brain." JJ remarked.
"Our unsub showed obvious rage while handling the male leaving him in the same place he fell, the others were placed together seemingly shot in the bedroom but according to the reports of the other two crime scenes the children would have been killed in their own beds before moved to their parents room." Reid explained as he placed his file away already having read it multiple times.
"Blood spatter patterns suggest the mother was killed before the children were moved." Hotch continued from his spot behind Emilys chair.
"If he really wanted her to suffer he would have let her see the children, taunted her with their deaths before killing her." Emily theorized.
"No he was showing remorse, saving her that image, allowing them to be together in death. Whatever his motives they'll be shown with in the fathers not the families." Rossi finished.
"Well whatever they might be I'm hopin' they show themselves soon because according to this his time line is shortening." Morgan sighed out as he continued to gaze at the crime scene photos.
"As in nearly non-existant. He went from a month between the first and second then to three weeks between that. This last one was ten days." JJ was watching as they came closer to contact with the ground, normally this kind of case would have waited until morning but with no time line to be followed they were left to help an overwhelmed police station who were currently scrambling.
Michael Denson, their unsub, had been engaged, about to be married when the bank foreclosed on his house. Talking to his fiance revealed possesive tendencies and she eventually called things off when he started treating her as property. Further research showed the victims' houses had all been bought as foreclosures within the last year and that the Roberts family had moved into the exact house Michael had lost causing him to finally snap and get rid of the people that reminded him of what had been stolen from him, what he could have had.
"We go in on the count of five." Hotch whispered as he began the count down on his fingers. They were at Michaels brothers house where he was reported to be living since his breakup, him, JJ, and Rossi on the front door. Emily, Morgan, and two locals covering the back while Spencer and a Detective were perched on the stairs of the side entry.
"MICHAEL DENSON FBI!" Hotch shouted as the echoe of two doors being kicked in settled.
"Where is he?" Rossi shouted to his brother Daniel who had jumped from the couch in surprise.
"Get him out of here." He told JJ as he continued in the direction that had been pointed out.
"Down there." Morgan had stopped infront of a door he presumed led to a basement as he continued to hear shouts of clear from above.
Nodding his agreement Rossi followed Morgans lead down a darkened staircase as he pulled out his flashlight to acompany the light the one on Dereks gun was providing. They reached the bottom just in time to see Michael running up another set.
"Reid he's heading your way." Rossi warned through the coms as he followed Morgan who was running across the basement.
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"It doesn't sound like they found him." The Detective told Reid from the new spot he had taken beneath a window.
"There.." Reid was cut off as he heard Rossi's hurried, Reid he's heading your way, but the warning didn't serve its purpose as before it was completely finished the door burst open and he was faced with their unsub. "Michael you've got no where to run man!" You heard Morgan yell closely behind but all of this was blended in Reids ears as mere seconds after the door opened Michael charged sending him down ten cemented stairs not caring as he continued to run.
Coming out of the side door just in time to see his husband fall Morgan found himself seeing red as he flew down the stairs with a speed he didn't know he posessed running past Spencer and tackling Michael to the ground just around the corner of the house before he even got the chance to exit the yard.
"You bastard!" Morgan shouted as he flipped him over sitting on his chest to pin him as he raised his fist landing a solid blow to the mans jaw. "You filthy no good.." The thought wasn't even finished as he drew his fist back again landing blow after blow.
"I'm sorry." Michaels voice was a near gurgle as he began spitting blood.
"MORGAN!" He ignored the repeated shouts as he continued his assault until the hands belonging to those voices began pulling at him.
"Morgan stop!" Hotch ordered as he barely caught a fist that was aimed in his direction.
"HE... Oh god, SPENCER!" He called as he remembered the exact reason he was so mad.
Watching as Derek ran toward the back Hotch found himself suddenly very worried as he followed, Emily close behind. They stopped when they reached the side where Spencer had been posted, it was now obvious why he had been so upset.
"Why are you just standing there?" Morgan looked at the Detective with distaste as he dropped to his knees.
"An ambulance is on the way."Rossi offered as he moved out of the way.
"Spencer?" Derek patted his lovers cheek as he tried to get a reaction from the unconcious man. "Spencer can you hear me?"
"What happened?" JJ asked as word had quickly spread and she too came rushing to the scene.
"That bastard pushed him off the stairs." Derek growled as he slithered his arm under Spencers neck attempting to pull him closer.
"Don't move him." Emily warned as she kneeled next to them.
"I'm..." Derek stopped as he felt his fingers touch something slippery. Pulling his hand away from where it had been craddling Spencers head he was greeted with a gleam of sticky red liquid that had nearly covered his palm. "SHIT!" He cursed as he ignored Emilys warning and pulled Spencer nearly on top of him. He wouldn't admit the fear that had crept up as he held him close blocking out every other sound as he waited for those sirens.
"He's a bit over emotional no?" Detective Davidson watched the scene infront of him. Sure the kid had wacked his head pretty hard but it wasn't as if he'd been shot.
"That's his spouse." Rossi informed.
"And now we know why you don't have one." JJ growled at the disguisted look that had appeared on his face as she stormed to the front to wait for the ambulance. Her friend was hurt and they didn't know how badly yet that Detective was acting as if the only thing that had happened had been a scraped knee.
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"How is he?" Emily asked as she, Rossi, and Hotch came into the waiting room. They had gone to the police station to wrap things up but JJ had called to let them know Reid had woken up on the way to the hospital about an hour ago.
"I haven't heard anything since they took him back." JJ shrugged as she stood. "Morgans with him though."
"We wait then." Rossi sat casually as he picked up an old golfing magazine. They would wait to see how Spencer was and depending on the outcome after that they'd be set to go back to Quantico.
The rest of the team took his lead as they settled down to begin their wait.
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"How is he?" Morgan asked the woman who was responsible for Spencers treatmentas she continued writing something down in his chart.
"He's right here Derek." Spencer grumbled not liking how his husband was talking over him like a child.
Ignoring Spencer he continued to stare at the doctor until she answered. "He'll be fine. Though I recomend you going to your local physician in about a week to have those stitches pulled and to check on the progress of your collarbone." She talked to Spencer as she closed her file smiling at the worry still painted on Dereks face.
"You're sure he doesn't need to spend the night?" Derek wasn't convinced as he continued to stare at the man in the bed.
"Derek" It was a near squeek that made the pounding in his head even worse.
"I'm positive. Just keep a close eye on him during the flight, other than that you're good to go."
"What am I looking for on the flight?" His worry was nearly tripled.
"The pressure of altitude changes sometimes causes brain bleeds." Spencer let out before he realized he wasn't helping his case. "Though that's highly unlikely under the circumstances, I don't even have a concussion."
"We can get a hotel room for the night." Derek decided stubbornly.
"I wan't to go home." The pout wasn't lost on Derek he just ignored it.
"You sign these and I'll send a nurse with a wheelchair." She excused herself. This was a discussion that she didn't need to be part of.
"And we will, tomorrow." Derek sighed as he sat on the bed next to an obviously annoyed Spencer.
"Derek"
"No pretty boy, you scared the hell out of me and I want to make sure you're okay. You've got half a dozen stitches in that head of yours and a crack in your collarbone, that isn't something to mess with." He admonished as he ran his fingers down Spencers thigh stopping his trail as he lifted the hand that was resting on his knee and grasped it.
"You're right, I'm sorry." Leaning in closer he placed a soft kiss to Dereks worried brow. He wouldn't argue anymore even if he did want to get out of this town and back home, the throbbing in the back of his head was getting worse and he didn't want to add to it with a senseless fight between them.
"Just the thought Spence... I don't like seeing you hurt. What if it would've been worse?" He whispered pulling him closer ever mindful of his injuries.
"I'm sorry." He gave Derek the comfort he needed, knowing it was irrational to be apologizing for something he had no control over but wanting to make Dereks worry dissipate.
"I'd say your chariot awaits but it looks like you already found Prince Charming." They turned to see a middle aged woman with a wheel chair in the doorway smiling at them.
"Lets get out of here Pretty Boy."
E/N: Hope you liked this, didn't hear from anyone last chapter so I'm not sure if you like the direction this story is going. Hope that's not the case though, THANKS FOR EVERYONE WHO IS READING!