A.N.: Hi again, since I promised you I will hurry with this chapter, I really did so here it is... Hope you'll like it:) Btw thanks for the feedback on the previous chapters, there was a lot and I was really happy... keep on reviewing guys:) Oh and I almost forgot... thanks to REIDFANATIC for beta-reading!

Chapter Fourteen

Reid watched in horror as Phoebe's grin disappeared behind the closing door. So this was the girl's plan, to blow him up with some empty house? The young agent wondered for a moment if Phoebe really wanted shoot him three days ago in the forest. She probably did; the bomb appeared to be her plan B after he got away.

Reid paced the room like a caged animal. He tried to knock the door open with his shoulder several times, even tried to kick it out like Morgan would probably have done, but he didn't succeed. It was made of a strong material and the lock was holding up pretty well too. Phoebe must have taken care of this as well.

Another round in the room, and Reid found himself staring at the window. Since he couldn't manage with the door, it was the only chance left for him to escape.

There was only one problem. The window was relative small, and though Reid estimated that he could climb out through it, it was built to be an aerator window and it only opened from the top and about two inches.

Think, think, the young agent urged himself. He looked around desperately in the empty room, trying to find something he could use, and his gaze suddenly fell upon the blindfold Phoebe left on the floor after taking it off of him. He quickly grabbed it and wrapped it around his right hand, in order to protect himself from the consequences of what he was about to do. Taking a deep breath, he walked up to the window and punched the glass with all his strength. It broke only in a relatively small area but Reid didn't care about that; he quickly pushed out the rest of the glass and started climbing out, ignoring the little shards that were left in the window frame and now cut into his hands ruthlessly. The room he was kept in was fortunately on ground level so he didn't fall too much, but as he reached the ground he felt like dying right on the spot; pain flared up in his side from the rough movement and stars were dancing before his eyes, making him lose his balance. It took a couple of seconds for him to regain the ability to breathe.

Knowing he probably didn't have much time left; he winced and got to his feet with an effort, trying to ignore the pain. As he looked around, he noticed that he was in what appeared to be a backyard of a modest family house. It was surrounded by high fences and since climbing again wasn't an option for him right now, Reid decided to head towards the front entrance. He turned around one corner, then another, heart kept on beating impossibly fast in his chest as he waited for the house to explode any second, and then finally he reached the gate of the front yard.

Phoebe and her men were nowhere to be seen. They probably jumped in a car and got the hell out of here right after locking him up in the room. The fact that they had left in a hurry just confirmed Reid's fear that the bomb they had activated must have mere minutes, if not seconds, left to explode.

Just as he reached the gate, he suddenly saw the police cars at the end of the street. He realized he hadn't even noticed the sounds of sirens getting louder while he was busy getting out of his prison. Beside the police cars there were two black SUVs as well; they were blocking the street in front of another car, and people were getting out of every vehicle.

Could it really be that the team had found out this fast where he was taken? Even Reid himself didn't know what exact part of town he was in. But after all, he must have underestimated his team's abilities, he thought with a slight embarrassment.

Hesitating only one second by the gate at the sight of the police cars, he quickly set off towards them, clutching his throbbing side with one arm. He was tired and afraid but the thought that soon he would reunite with the team kept him going.

He had advanced about five or six steps down the street when a deafening thunder erupted behind his back, stifling every other sound including the sirens of the police cars. The force of the explosion lifted him off the ground and threw him forward into the air, only to bring him down again to an unceremonious collision with the asphalt.

Prentiss glanced nervously at Hotch as the SUV was speeding down the streets of Quantico. She had never actually seen the team leader driving so fast before; they were way beyond the speed limit and looking in the rearview window, she saw that the other car containing Rossi and Morgan was keeping up with them. Ever since Garcia had given them the address where Phoebe Dowd could possibly be staying, a silent tension had lingered between them and Hotch and the other driver, Rossi, were driving like devils; as if they were suspecting that Reid would need their help as soon as possible.

"Turn left here," she guided Hotch softly. Behind them, the other SUV also turned in.

The police cars arrived about the same time as the agents; three or four cars were crowding in the rather narrow, peaceful looking suburban street. They were surrounding another car, a dark green Opel; some of the officers had already gotten out and approached it.

"What's going on here?" Prentiss asked confusedly. "Who called the police?"

"Strauss has informed them about Reid, as far as I know," Hotch answered as he stopped the SUV behind the police cars. "It seems the information of his whereabouts must have somehow seeped out."

"Great," Prentiss murmured.

Morgan had got out of the other car behind them and was already hurrying towards the policemen.

"FBI, what's going on here?" He asked the nearest officer, but before the man could have answered, Morgan glanced at the passengers of the Opel and frowned immediately. Behind the wheel there was the same woman they had seen three days ago in the forest with Reid. It was Phoebe!

Three of the officers were already holding her at gunpoint as Morgan approached her.

"FBI! Anne Phoebe Dowd, you're under arrest! Get out of the car, hands where I can see them!" He shouted victoriously.

But the smile on the girl's face just didn't feel right. She got out of the car, slowly, with her hands up and stood silently while Morgan handcuffed her. Then she glanced backwards towards a house at the far end of the street and spoke softly, in a humming tone. "You're too late, agents, I'm sorry…"

Morgan followed his gaze; for a brief moment he didn't see anything, but then a figure appeared in the distance, a slim figure, far too familiar to his eyes…

"Reid?" The dark-skinned agent asked himself in disbelief.

Before he had time to do anything, a huge explosion shook the ground beneath their feet; almost throwing them to the ground. After Morgan regained his balance, he saw that one of the distant houses had burst out in orange flames and a cloud of black smoke was ascending rapidly towards the sky. He was searching the street with his eyes for the slim figure, but it was nowhere to be seen; he spotted it only a few seconds later, lying on the ground motionless.

"Reid!" He shouted in terror, but he didn't leave his spot. He was still holding Phoebe's hands and he didn't want to let her go; besides, Hotch and Prentiss were already running towards their young teammate.

When Reid opened his eyes again, it seemed to him as if he had only been unconscious for a second. He was lying on the rough asphalt, alone, and though his hearing was dulled by the explosion, he could distantly hear the sirens in the background. He tried to gather himself up but his head felt heavy, so heavy that he just wanted to stay there lying and sleep.

Suddenly sounds of running footsteps were heard, and someone shouted at him.

"Don't move! You're under arrest!"

Were they addressing him? His mind worked all too sluggishly as he tried to size up the situation, trying to roll over to see what's going on.

"I said don't move!" The shout came from closer this time, and a moment later a knee was pressed heavily into his back. Someone grabbed his left arm and pulled it backwards, obviously with the intention of handcuffing him. But when his other arm was pulled back too, a sudden, sharp pain exploded in his shoulder, and he couldn't help but cry out.

"Shut up! You're under arrest!"

The handcuffs closed around his wrists, but the pain didn't go away, it remained there as his arm was constantly being pulled by the man kneeling on his back, and it was so bad he felt like he was dying.

"No, please, let go of me! It hurts!"

He tried to writhe away from the hands holding him but he could barely move. It felt like his arm was about to break. The pain was blinding. "Please! My shoulder… is hurt!"

Suddenly another voice had joined in.

"Let him go!"

Reid could barely believe it. It was Hotch.

"Sorry Agent, but I can't do that," came the answer. "I have orders from Chief Erin Strauss to arrest Dr. Spencer Reid and not to let him out of my sight."

Hotch swallowed the indignation the oblivious tone had awakened in him; simply knelt down beside the young agent and looked in the wet eyes that were looking back at him full of suffering and pleading for help.

"Please, officer, at least get the handcuffs off. Can't you see he's hurt?"

"He may only be pretending," the policeman answered, but his voice wasn't so self-confident this time. "I've seen a lot of cases like this…"

Reid cried out again and closed his eyes in agony. He was starting to lose the feeling in his fingers and hand.

"But if not, you'll have to face the consequences of doing additional damage to an injured federal agent," Hotch said in a very serious tone that seemed to make its effect finally. The handcuffs opened and Reid's right arm fell back to the ground next to him. The pain was reduced by a significant amount; it was almost nothing to the one he'd felt before, although his shoulder still hurt like hell, and he could feel a heavy knot somewhere in the joint. The young agent drew in ragged breaths and looked at Hotch thankfully as the team leader leaned closer to him and put a hand on his good arm.

"Reid, you okay?"

It was just an automatic question; he didn't expect an answer to that. "It'll be okay, Reid," he told his young subordinate instead.

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