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Chapter V

The image on the TV screen crowded his heart with satisfaction. It was a work of art. His piece was working out marvelously making him proud of it. A loud guffaw left his lips and filled the air of the dark room.

The three bodies on the floor of the elevator looked like rag dolls. He wished he had a camera where the FBI agents were to see their faces and laugh at their desperation for being unable to help these three miserable creatures. It felt so good. He wanted to do it again. He wanted to send them down again. He needed it like a junkie needs a vein, like a heart needs a beat, but he had to control himself. He had improvised after he heard those insignificant beings calling him a coward. But he had a plan and he had to stick to it.

Suddenly, his phone started ringing. The UNSUB checked the screen to see who the caller was.

"Yeah." He listened to what the other person had to say.

"OK, yes. Don't worry. I'll be ready for them." Then, he hung up.

With a smile on his face, he stated: "I'll show them, they can't beat Delapsus Sum," his evil laugh ringed out in every corner of the poorly lighted room, silencing the humming of the computers and TV screens.

SSA Dr. Spencer Reid heard sobs around him. He tried to focus his eyes to regain control of his body and the situation. "What had happened? We still had more minutes before the next dropping, didn't we? Why is he changing his MO?" All those questions crawled around his mind, while he tried to sit with his back resting against the wall of the elevator. A familiar copper taste of blood on his mouth caught his attention. He lifted one hand and placed it on his lower lip. "Yeah, I bit it till I draw blood. Great" he thought. Then he felt warm liquid rolling down a side of his head. Once again, he raised his hand and confirmed his guess. He had a small cut on his scalp on the right side of the head.

While doing the assessment of his body, he heard worried voices calling out his name.

"Reid?" came Hotch's voice through the intercom.

He saw his phone inches away and, grimacing, he stretched his arm to grab it. Then he heard: "Kid, are you OK? Talk to me!" He knew his friends were surely troubled at seeing him in such a state.

"I'm fine." He answered to Morgan before pressing a button to end the call. After that, he looked up at the camera and repeated: "I'm fine."

Spencer took a look at the two young civilians sharing the nightmare with him. The blonde girl was curled up near the elevator's doors, crying.

"Linda, are you OK?" The FBI agent asked.

"It hurts." She answered in a strangled voice.

Reid got close to her and put a timid hand on her shoulder. "Where does it hurt?"

"My wrist." She paused and looked at him with tears in her eyes. "I think… it's broken."

"Let me take a look at it" said Spencer, taking Linda's wrist in his hands with utter gentleness, careful not to move it too much.

From the corner of the enclosed capsule they were in, he heard a snort. Sebastian Malucci laboriously got to his feet.

"What? You're an FBI agent and a doctor now?"

The FBI agent, owner of several PHDs, was about to say yes, but he chose to ignore him, taking a good look at the girl's wrist. "Yes, you're right. It's broken." Then, he took his tie and the girl's scarf and tried to immobilize her wrist as best as he could. Sighing deeply, he looked at the other man. "Are you OK?"

"Fuck no!" We've been trapped in here for the last two hours and we've free fallen two times! And your friends out there are doing nothing about it!" The smelly guy was yelling and moving around his arms unleashing his anger.

"Mr. Malucci." They heard Hotch say with a stern voice.

"What? You'll ask me if I'm OK too?" Sebastian screamed at the camera. "Like I said to your boy here, no, I'm not! And you're not doing shit to take us out!"

"I'd so like to kick this guy's ass into next week!" thought Morgan, closing his eyes and letting out a deep tense breath.

"Mr. Malucci, I know you feel discouraged, but you have to remain calm and let us do our job." Hotch paused and in a quieter voice, he added, "We'll take you out."

That was said to comfort the three frustrated, stranded, elevator riders, but to one in particular. The unit chief could not afford to lose his younger team member, someone he considered a friend, a son.

After ending the communication through the intercom, he heard the smelly guy said, mockingly: "Yeah, right." Hotch knew Sebastian Malucci would soon spell trouble.

JJ, sitting at the BAU round table, stared at the image of her son's godfather with fear in her eyes. He looked so small trapped in there and she felt the urge to hug him. A tender hand squeezed her shoulder. She looked up and saw Rossi's kind eyes. "He'll be fine." The media liaison smiled and nodded, but deep inside, she found it hard to believe.

"He's bleeding" said Garcia in a painful voice. Her junior G-man was bleeding and she could do nothing about it. That thought tugged at her heartstrings.

"This guy is changing his MO. If he keeps changing, it's going to be more difficult to find him" said Morgan, trying hard not to let the others see how concerned he was about his friend, even though they all shared his worries. "Why the hell did he do it?"

"Garcia, show us the image of the last minutes before the fall" ordered Rossi.

The technical analyst entered the command in the computer and they listened to Linda and Reid's conversation.

"So he's a coward. He doesn't have the guts to kill someone in person and chooses to hide himself behind an elevator." Now, they knew what set this guy off.

"He could become reckless. If he pulls something like this again, it could have a more tragic outcome" added Prentiss solemnly.

"Yes, but if he keeps changing, he could make a mistake and that's what we'll use to nail him" stated Rossi.

"Yes, but at what cost?" asked Hotch, still watching at the screen.

They knew that the best thing to do right then was to keep their heads away from their worries, away from their emotions. They had to think like the UNSUB to get a step ahead of him, but if this man kept changing his MO, they would be running blind.

"JJ, prepare a press conference. We need to assure the public this is not a terrorist attack. Check if the media has access to any information we don't have" said Hotch in his all-business voice.

"On it." JJ got up following her boss' orders.

"And JJ," Hotch added, drawing the blonde woman's attention, "try to leave Reid out of this. This is about the UNSUB, we don't need it to be a story about an FBI agent."

"If they make this a 'hero' story with Reid as a star, this man can feel displaced and his rage will make him more dangerous" explained Morgan. "He needs to feel he's smarter than us and wants to brag about it. Let him believe he's right."

After that, the media liaison nodded in understanding and left the room, glad to have something to do to take her mind away from her dear friend's circumstances.

Suddenly, a red light flickered on the computer's screen catching Garcia's attention.

"Sir, I think I have something."

Morgan, Prentiss, Rossi and Hotch stopped moving around the room and got close to the table, waiting for the information which they hoped would help them solve the case and, most importantly, save their friend's life.

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