A/N: I just want to take a minute and thank all of you who've read, reviewed, followed, and/or favorited "The Dragon Slayer's" Also, thanks to those of you who've liked the pairing of Derek and Emily. I was going to do Emily and Hotch, but I think Morgan fits better. I'm going to include most of the other regular characters as the story progresses, but they might be in different roles from what they do on the show. I was going back through my reviews for this story and I counted no less than six reviews per chapter, a couple chapters had ten or more reviews! Thanks so much! I don't normally ask for reviews, but if y'all could help me break 100 reviews by chapter 10, I would appreciate it.

Chp. 7

William knew he couldn't go to the hospital and get Spencer. Well, that wasn't entirely accurate. He could outsmart a bunch of idiot government feds any day of the week. But they had numbers, resources and a hundred other things that he didn't. He sat up suddenly as a thought struck him like lightning. He'd seen a report on the news about Diana's body being found and knew he could use that. She'd had no family other than Spencer and himself. She would most likely have a graveside service and be buried here. Spencer would be there. William leaned back in his chair and smiled. It was perfect. He would get Spencer back for sure.

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"I'm surprised he hasn't slipped up yet." Will said, as he and Mark rode the elevator to the pediatric ward floor of Desert Palms Hospital.

"How do you mean?" Mark asked.

"Most of our targets would've screwed up by now. I figured he would've come after Spencer before now." Will answered.

"It's only been a couple days." Mark countered. "Besides, hospital's guarded; too much surveillance. He wouldn't be able to get close enough."

Both men were silent for a moment as they considered possible options William could use to snatch his son. "The cemetery," Will said quietly. They were almost to Spencer's room and saw Gideon and Hotch standing outside it.

"You think he'll try to get him back, or kill him?" Mark asked, stopping his friend so the agents wouldn't hear.

"Both are equally likely." Will said.

"Something you want to tell us, gentlemen?" Max Ryan asked as he came up behind them.

The three men shook hands and continued down the hall to Spencer's room. "This might not be a good idea." Mark said after greeting the other two agents.

"I know what you're thinking. But do you really want to tell that to a traumatized little boy?" Gideon asked.

"Well, no, agent Gideon. I'm not saying not to give Spencer closure, just to be cautious."

"Why would you think we wouldn't be, Deputy?" Max asked.

Mark rolled his eyes. "I'll secure the elevator."

Will followed him and when they were out of earshot of the FBI agents, Will whispered. "I see the Rossi charm is alive and well."

Mark shot him a glare. "Waj ab zibik."

Now Will gave his partner a glare. "You know I don't speak Arabic."

"Try this. Screw you."

"No thanks. You ain't my type." Will said with a grin.

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"Nice suit, Spencer." Morgan complemented. The boy was wearing a small black suit, dress shoes and a black clip on tie that Prentiss had bought him the day before. Spencer hadn't been too excited about Emily leaving him for any length of time, but when Derek offered to stay with him, the boy agreed. The two agents were surprised that he'd agree to stay with a man alone and Spencer told them it was because Emily trusted Derek, so he knew he could as well.

"Tanks, Morgan."

Emily came out of the bathroom dressed in a black pants suits Derek had seen her wear a thousand times, but for some reason this time was different. Watching Prentiss with Spencer, Morgan finally understood why his mama was always after him to give her grandbabies. Spencer smiled when he saw her. "You wook (look) pwetty, Emwy."

"Aww, thank you, sweetie. Did Derek take you to charm school?"

Spencer blushed, and Morgan spoke up. "Kid doesn't need any help from me. He'll be a heartbreaker when he's older."

Spencer hung his head. Both agents looked concerned at this sudden change and Emily sat down next to him. "Hey, you ok?" A head shake was Spencer's only response. A moment later, he looked up and both adults could see tears in his eyes. "I don't wanna bweak no hearts, Morgan."

Emily gently pulled Spencer into her lap and rocked him, while glaring at Morgan. The black man felt like a jerk and the glare from Prentiss wasn't helping. Her look also made it clear she expected him to fix his mistake, now. "Spencer, I didn't mean you'd hurt anyone. Heartbreak just means lots of girls like you, but you can only pick one."

"Morgan's right, baby." Emily said, but Spencer was still crying. "What is it, Spencer?"

"I…I miss my mom." The child said.

Emily tightened her hold on him and continued rocking the little boy while Morgan rubbed his back. A few minutes passed in relative silence, the only sound Spencer's tiny hiccupping sobs. The door opened and Morgan automatically reached for the Glock 17 on his belt. Seeing Hotch framed in the doorway, he moved his hand. The elder man ignored the reflexive gesture and instead said, "We're ready when you are."

Emily pulled back and Spencer looked at her. "You ready, hon?"

"Carry me?"

She smiled at this. "Sure, kiddo."

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William watched as the three black SUVs pulled into the cemetery parked parallel to the tent that was set up next to his wife's grave. He watched as two men got first SUV. Two men, a women and Spencer got out of the middle SUV and three men exited the last the vehicle. He raised the bolt action rifle he'd purchased and placed the crosshairs of his scope on the woman's back who was carrying Spencer.

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Mark took point as the group moved to the tent next to Diana Reid's grave. Halfway there he reacted instinctively, diving behind a tombstone as he heard a gunshot behind him. He peeked around the side quickly to see that all the agents had made it to cover but one. From his quick glance he could tell it was either Gideon or Ryan who'd been hit. He pulled his Glock from its holster and waited for the next shot. His phone vibrated and he briefly considered ignoring it until a possibility struck him. He pulled it off his belt and glanced at the screen which read, unknown. "Hello?"

"I'm sorry about your friend, Tim, Deputy. His death was unfortunate." William said. Mark didn't take the bait though.

"What? No threats?"

"Why don't you do the world a favor, William and shove a gun in your mouth."

"Why, deputy, where would the fun in that be?"

Mark snorted derisively. "Fun? You want fun, Willy? Why don't you turn yourself in and we'll have some 'fun'."

"You mean a fine, upstanding lawman such as yourself would stoop to using torture."

"Intense interrogation," Mark said.

"Tomato, tomoto."

Suddenly Mark heard a new voice over the phone. "LVPD, FREEZE!"

Despite the fact they'd lost an agent and a deputy, Mark had to smile. William Reid had been captured. He might not have been able to kill the bastard, but he would take what he could get. But if he'd known the roller coaster ride they were in for, Mark would've put a bullet in William Reid's head right there in the cemetery.

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