A/N: I edited the last chapter and added some things because I felt like it was rushed and not my best work. You might want to go back and read it so this chapter makes sense. Thanks again for all the reviews, favorites, follows etc.

Chp. 23

Some days, Garcia loved her job. Those days when she was able to find that one obscure clue that would help her team find the psycho/killer/sadist/badguy. Of course, that usually meant wading through whatever disgusting, twisted scenario the bastard got off on. That part, Garcia most definitely hated. William Reid and his sick friends were no different. She squeezed her eyes shut in an effort to purge both the images and the information she'd seen and read from her mind. Then she dialed the number Mark had called her from.

"Tell me good news, Garcia."

Penelope swallowed the lump that was forming her throat. "I...I wish I had better news. But…"

"He lied?" Mark asked, his tone angry.

"No, he told the truth. The Taylor's are very sick people. I've never asked anyone this, but promise me when you find them and Spencer…that you'll kill them, and William Reid."

"Goes without saying. Penny, I'm sorry you had to do this, but thanks for your help. Do you have any location?"

"You're welcome. No location yet, but I'll keep pounding away on it, you keep pounding on him."

"You got it, Penny."

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James and Will looked at Mark as he disconnected the call. "So? What's the word?" Will asked.

"No location yet, but Garcia confirmed everything he told us." Mark said, jerking his head in the direction of the cell door.

"We're half way there. Want me to take a shot at him?" Will asked.

"Might as well. Maybe we can get there faster."

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Emily lay in one of the guestrooms in Rossi's mansion, clutching a small pillow and biting the inside of her cheek in an effort to stave off the tears that threaten to flow every time she thought of Spencer and what he must be going through, and how it was all her fault. Even though Mark had been the one to suggest moving to a safe house, and that led to Spencer being retaken by his father, Mark was working to make it right. But she wasn't doing anything. It didn't sit right with her, but like Derek had said, they wouldn't let a victim interrogate a suspect, no matter what. But she could've done something. Derek was downstairs waiting for news. She thought about joining him. A knock on the door made Emily jump, a testament to how rattled she was. A knot formed in her stomach, but Emily forced herself to remain calm. "Come…Come in."

The door opened and Derek walked in, coming to the bed and sitting down. Emily couldn't read anything on his face and that worried her. Before she could speak to attempt to interpret this, he held up a hand. "We've got a positive I.D., on the people who helped William take Spencer. Mark and Will are working to get a location and Garcia's standing by to confirm what he tells us."

"He?" Emily asked, intrigued.

"Mark and Garcia went to get stuff for Spencer. The people who helped William Reid tried to take them down, but Mark got the drop on one of them. He and Will are interrogating him now."

"I want to be there." Emily said forcefully.

"No." Derek said this with equal conviction and he was prepared when Emily broke down and began hitting him in the chest and calling him a bastard. "You bastard! That animal has my little boy and you want to just…" she ran out of steam and just lay against his chest. Derek waited a moment, then put his arms around her.

"I know this is hard, believe me. But Spencer is going to need us when he gets back. He's going to need a mom and dad, and aunts and uncles who are there for him one percent so that he can grow into that smart kid we both know he is."

"Thanks, Derek."

"Anytime, Emily."

They sat like for a few minutes, Emily drawing strength from Derek, and Morgan gathering his courage to finally do something that he'd wanted to for a long time. He didn't have the ring with him, but that didn't matter. The words were what mattered. But he choked on them, not because he was afraid Emily would say no, but because the time and circumstances weren't right. His wanting to marry Emily did help though. It just made for one more reason Morgan wanted to get Spencer back.

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Alvin watched the door open and he knew it would be the final time. Another man entered his cell and Alvin could see that he wasn't good or bad cop. "Which one are you?" Alvin asked.

"Depends on how you answer my question."

"Which is?"

"Where's Spencer?"

"539 FM 517, ten miles outside Guthrie, Virginia." Alvin answered quickly.

"I got it," Garcia said into the earwhig Will was wearing, "The properties listed as being part of the estate of George Smith, who is…" she typed some more. "Angela Taylor's paternal grandfather."

"Thanks, Garcia." Will said, before removing the earwhig and looking at their prisoner. "Why are you doing this?"

"Redemption." The man said. Will nodded. He could respect that. Will pulled a radio off his belt and raised it to his mouth. "Mark, you want to do the honors?" Will asked.

"Up to you."

Will didn't hesitate. He meant what he told Mark when they drove to Karen's office. If someone had hurt Henry the way William had hurt Spencer, they would be dead. Their prisoner may not have participated, but he had been complicit in the abuse. Will calmly stepped back, pulled his Glock 17 9mm pistol from the holster on his belt and shot Alvin three times, twice in the chest and ounce in the forehead, before just as calmly turning and walking out the door.

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