I hope you enjoy this. I appreciate your patience.
Chapter Three:
The team was assembled in a waiting room not far from Reid's room. No one spoke as the air was thick with tears. They could barely look at each other. It wasn't fair. He had survived so much and now he was going to die. It just wasn't fair.
The sound of brisk footsteps could be heard and the team collectively looked up. None other than FBI director Tanner Briggs appeared. Everyone stood up in attention.
"Please sit down," he said gently. "I have news for you."
Everyone sat down and looked at him with a mixture of anxiety and faint hope.
"Spencer Reid has a half-sister. She works for us as a consultant in Denver. She is a perfect match. I have personally spoken with her and she has agreed to donate her kidney. Her name is Sloane Tavish and she'll be here in about three hours via private jet."
Garcia burst into tears and J.J. hugged her. The rest of the team merely stared.
"How?" Rossi asked.
"They're related through William Reid. We ran Sloane's DNA through the program after we formally hired her and discovered she is not related to the Shaw family and is in fact related to Spencer."
"How'd she take the news?" Lewis asked.
A hint of a smile appeared on his face.
"She figured it out on her own. Sloane was curious about a DNA link between her and only other person in the FBI as smart as her, so she hacked the system and discovered that they were related."
"What does Sloane do for the FBI?" Prentiss asked.
"She's part of a highly-classified group of agents who have been charged with tracking the whereabouts of a cult of serial killers uncovered about a year ago. They have a success rate similar yours."
"Director," Alvez said. "How old is she?"
"This group agents are naturally talented in the art of hunting the most vicious of killers. Sloane is known for her tracking, statistics and basically everything Spencer Reid can do. She is eighteen years old."
Garcia stopped crying long enough to stare at him with the rest of the team.
"I know you all must have some very valid concerns," he said. "But I promise that they are kept as far away from the action as possible."
"How many of them are a there?" Lewis asked.
"There are currently five members," he said. "And yes, they are all under the age of twenty-one. But none are minors."
No one spoke. No one dared to ask the director about this program that sounded dangerous for kids.
He nodded. "I can see none of you are thoroughly convinced my program is safe. But I think the thing to focus on is this: Reid is going to live. He has a sister who I promise is sweet, kind and equally intelligent. Everything is going to be okay."
No one looked convinced by what the director said. Too many bad things had happened and hope felt like a luxury they could not afford.
