Beth, James, Will, Erin and Garcia gathered at the BAU conference room at one o clock in the morning, utterly exhausted but unable to sleep. Garcia gave a brief introduction of The Replicator and a few suspects she thought would fit the profile.
"We suspect Alex knows him, since the cases he replicated happened only after she joined the BAU." Erin said.
"What are you implying?" James asked, raising his voice.
"She's implying that your freaking wife is the reason why the people we love could jolly well be dead!" Will growled.
Garcia flinched. Will had always been soft-spoken and nothing less than a gentleman.
James clenched his teeth, but both men knew better than to get into a fight right now.
"Uh, the computer screen is screwing up," Beth said quietly.
Garcia flew back to her computer, her hands running quickly through the keyboard, but she had no control over her system. This guy made it impossible to override anything!
The screen blanks out, then fizzes back to life.
"Hello," John Curtis says, smirking.
"This is getting exciting isn't it? I'm getting really psyched. In your inbox, you will receive an email about right now, Garcia, with 5 plane tickets to Winnipeg, Canada. The plane leaves in two hours, so you might want to get packing. I'll contact you shortly after you arrive. See you! The BAU sends their love too."
Then the screen blanks out.
The printer whirls and 5 online-checked in plane tickets stream out. Erin hands them out one by one.
"Madam, don't we need backup? We're just going to follow him?"
Erin swallowed. "We don't have a choice, Penelope. We don't have jurisdiction in Canada. Now let's get going."
The Replicator had thrown the team into a nice apartment, furnished with a kitchen, a bedroom and a living room, just missing a door. They were left unchained. He was taunting them, of course. Unchained but still unable to escape, the perfect slap on the face.
He waited until everyone in the team was conscious before he connected the webcam.
"Hello, BAU."
Alex flinched at his face.
"Why, yes, hello to you too, Alex Blake. Anyhow, I've gotten all of you here and if I'm not wrong, Erin, Garcia, James, William and what's her name – yes, Beth, are on the way here right now. Until they arrive, have fun trying to escape!"
"WAIT!" Hotch shouts.
"Yes, Aaron?"
"Not all of us are here."
"Oh yes, how silly of me. Earlier this morning, Doctor Reid received a call from one Aaron Hotchner, requesting him to meet at the BAU headquarters to get his gun and badge back. Of course, Aaron was an angel and sent him the private jet, which is on its way here right as we speak. You underestimate me."
The computer screen blanks out.
"Spence is still alive?" JJ asked, staring at Hotch.
Her eyes were accusing, angry and hurt – they both knew why he didn't tell her what really happened. He dropped his gaze.
"You didn't trust me to keep my distance from him, did you?"
Hotch swallowed guiltily.
"I'm sorry, JJ." Hotch whispers.
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