The team was all split up. Rossi and Reid were cleaning up and packing up all the team's supplies. JJ was preparing herself to brief the press as soon as Rollins was taken in. Em, Morgan, and Hotch headed to Rollins' apartment, Hotch at the wheel. Detective Brown tailgated them in his Crown Vic.
"What the hell is he doin' all over my bumper," Hotch asked, resisting the urge to put the pedal down a little harder. Lucky I didn't let Morgan drive, he thought, knowing that the short-fused agent would have stomped on the gas by now.
"Cool it, Hotch, he is giving us a good two centimeters," Em said sarcastically.
Hotch's glare came from the corner of his eye and only lasted a second, but it silenced Em immediately. Morgan snickered silently from the back seat.
"How much longer to the apartment," Morgan asked, jumping out of his skin in anticipation to take Rollins down.
"Two minutes," Em said after a glance at the map.
Sure enough, two minutes later, they had arrived. Morgan swung the side door open before the SUV had even stopped, and leapt out as soon as it halted. He was at a full sprint as soon as his feet touched the ground, visions of scrambling at Northwestern flashing before his eyes. Em and Hotch took out their Glocks, carefully surveying the area as they let the bull run. Morgan found the apartment, kicked open the door, and nailed the guy inside. The man, who was down to a T-shirt, boxers, and calf-high socks, was sent sprawling ten feet from Morgan's vicious impact.
"Woooooo," Morgan yelled, the adrenaline pumping through his veins. He flipped the stunned Rollins over on his back, handcuffing him and dragging him to his feet. He read him his rights as he shoved him out the door. "Lucas Rollins, you are under arrest for murder. Any stupid thing you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you are broke, then a damn lawyer will be provided to you..."
Em grinned at her friend as he pushed Rollins towards Brown, who took it from there. "Nice goin'," she said.
"Thanks," Morgan said, full of pride.
Hotch nodded. Normally he would allow a small smile, but not today. Instead, he just said, "Let's get home."
"Yes, sir," Morgan yelled with a grin.