A/N : Alright, I'm getting really tired of searching for the quotes so you'll have to deal with one to none for each story now, alright? Sorry about it, but yeah. I'm lazy. Lol. Thanks for the great reviews and here's another chapter. Also, sorry if this is a bit short as well, but I seem to have a lot more to do recently, and I'm having a hard time concentrating.

And yes, I'll be merciful and start with Prentiss and Hotch for all you worriers out there.

His heart was pounding in his ears, second only to the gunshots ringing out around the both of them. Hotch had ducked behind a couch, and had glanced behind him to make sure Prentiss was alright only to see she'd over turned a large, thick table and was using it as a shield. Smart girl. Another bullet whistled over his head and Hotch turned his attention back to the threat at hand. Nothing in the report had mentioned James being licensed to carry a fire arm, or even having one for that matter. Taking a small breath and steeling his nerves, Hotch leaped up from his crouching position, his head poking over the couch, his eyes instantly seeking out his target.

James was standing behind a doorway, his gun aimed between Prentiss and Hotch, and when James saw Hotch over the rim of the couch, a bullet zoomed over his head, barely missing as Hotch ducked back behind the couch. Another few bullets flashed overhead before Hotch sprung up again, this time his gun over the top of the couch and aimed perfectly. Squeezing the trigger, Hotch's bullet flew right into his mark; James' right hand. With a yelp, the large man let go of the gun, the metal object hitting the floor loudly. And as Prentiss and Hotch sprung up from their position to give chase again, James turned tail and started running again.

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"Oh god…"

"What? What is it Garcia, what did you find?" Reid said, his tone concerned.

"J-James Hankery purchased a two types of guns in the last week; a .22 rimfire, semi-automatic target pistol, and an M249 sub-machine gun. Wallace Tanner bought several things from a wal-mart that I can trace back and find as active ingredients for Sarin…" A pause, then she whispered shakily, "They could be walking into a death trap…!"

Reid could hear her shaking, as even he was shaking, too. Pushing himself off the table then, he spoke in a rush as he practically flung his brown bag over his shoulder and half ran out the door.

"Garcia, I need you to tell me where Wallace is. Hotch can handle a few guns, it's the Sarin I'm afraid of right now."

"R-right, gimme a sec here…"

But Reid had already put the phone on speaker, having reached J.J., who was staring at him as if he'd suddenly grown a second head. Taking a few seconds to try and catch his breath as quickly as he could, he looked up with impossibly large eyes, saying as fast as possible,

"Gideon and Morgan could be in danger; we need to go after them now. Sarin…"

Reid didn't say anymore than that; he didn't have to. Not only did most of the officers around him hear what he had said, but Garcia was suddenly rambling off the location of Wallace's two story home.

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Gideon and Morgan had just gained entrance to Wallace's place, the rather skinny man dressed in bright pinks and light purples stepping back to let them survey the living room without hindrance. In fact, the man before them was decidedly gay, Morgan thought to himself, but continued to speak as if that thought had never crossed his mind.

"We're sorry to come barging in on you like this, but we just want to ask you a few questions. Judge Carlos recently presided over a case of yours, didn't he?"

The man's gaze turned instantly sad as he replied,

"Yes, he did. And though I was very, very angry at the time when he turned down my case, I still felt for the old man when I heard he'd died. Have you caught who did it yet, agent?"

Morgan had just opened his mouth to reply when Gideon said from behind him, his gaze being distracted from the room and turning to Wallace,

"We're looking into it somewhat. Could you tell me a little more about what your case had been about, Mr. Tanner?"

While Wallace nodded and started into a lengthy speech about what lead up to the case, and several details that would put some of Garcia's ramblings to shame, Morgan turned around and dug out the now vibrating cell from his pocket and flipped it open. Placing it to his ear, he answered,

"Morgan."

"Where are you?" came an almost excited reply from a voice that was undeniably Reid.

"We're in Tanner's house now. Why, what's up?"

"Tanner might have enough Sarin in that house to kill three thousand people with the ingredients Garcia traced his credit card back to!"

Morgan stiffened, hesitantly drawing another breath. The air didn't taste any different. Morgan knew from experience Sarin could either be broken down into small particles to be ingested, or it could be formed into a gas and released into the air for massive results. But did Sarin even have a taste to it…? Suddenly flipping the cell closed, Reid's voice trying to quickly relay information that Morgan didn't think was that important right then, Morgan turned swiftly around and took a few large steps toward Wallace. His sudden swing in moods must have scared the smaller man, for he shrunk back even as Morgan's hand shot out and grabbed hold of Wallace's collar, lifting him up off the ground slightly.

"You son-of-a-bitch! Where is it?!"

"Wh-where is what?!" Wallace squeaked out, his voice having gone up a few octaves.

"The Sarin you made! Our tech analyst traced back those credit card purchases you made, and all the ones made in the last week are known as active ingredients in the poison Sarin! So where is it, you bastard?! Have you already set it loose?!"

"I-I-I didn't do it, I s-s-swear! I bought them in return for more money than I paid out…!"

Morgan gave Wallace a hard shake.

"Don't lie to me!"

"I'm not! I sold them for three thousand dollars in cash to this odd woman with a limp and glasses! She came to me last week and said that if I bought those things for her, she'd make it worth my while and she did!"

It was then that Gideon moved to Morgan's side, laying a hand on his shoulder, but Morgan refused to let Tanner go, instead giving him yet another shake.

"What all did she look like?"

"K-Kind of short, s-she walked with a limp, and I remember that she kept saying, 'You'll get what you deserve.' Every time she asked me to do something, I'd get in return 'what I deserved.' Th-that's all I remember! I promise!"

"Did she give you her name, Wallace?" Gideon asked softly, and the young man stuttered out a,

"Y-yeah, said her n-name was Leram…"

Morgan, still breathing lightly just in case, kept his narrowed eyes on the cowering Wallace even as he finally let the man go and watched him back up several steps, putting a lot of distance between them. In the distance, Morgan could hear the distant cry of sirens.

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"Remember that all through history, there have been tyrants and murderers, and for a time, they seem invincible. But in the end, they always fall. Always."

- Mahatma Ghandi

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