After a minute went by, Mr. Davenport had gone bonkers, feeling like nothing was being done to find his daughter. It had gotten to the point that Agent Shyer had to escort him out of the room with Cheryl following them.

This left Gideon, Hotch, Elle, Morgan, and Spencer alone to talk and come up with a plan.

"To know that much about us, he has to be one of us," Morgan said along with a frustrated sigh.

"I'm having Garcia go through a list of New Haven officers," Hotch informed them. "This unsub knows the family, this house…"

"There's 722 agents in New Haven and another 68 in Satellite offices," Spencer told them, sounding tired.

"Cheryl can't stay here while the list is being narrowed down," Elle said thinking about the blonde. "If he's here, he can get weapons easily and he defiantly has a strategy."

Morgan looked around the group then asked, "Who can we trust?"

"No one," Hotch answered simply. "We need to get Cheryl to a safe house."

"And limit who she comes in contact with," Morgan added.

It was within a few minutes that Morgan was bringing Cheryl to one of the two black government issued SUVs. They, along with Elle and Agent Shyer and a few other agents, were going to a safe house to settle Cheryl in for just how long they weren't sure.

Shyer and his men had set out to secure the perimeter. At the same time, Cheryl had gone into the small single bedroom, Morgan had go into the kitchen to splash some cold water on his face to deal with the rest of the night and Elle had wandered into a room to call Spencer.

"They were doing a bug sweep right when we arrived," she telling him. "Reid, do you know what a non-local interaction is?"

"Of course," he answered. "What are you getting at?"

"How can he be holding Trish but know exactly what we've been saying?"

"You're right. It's like he knows what's going on here the moment it happens."

She thought for a moment before deciding to say, "There has to be a listening device."

"But they did a sweep."

"And then they brought in their own equipment."

Spencer looked behind him at the sound boards. "I got to go," Spencer said then hung up standing from where he was seated to find Gideon. "I think I know how he's been able to figure us out."

Gideon was standing in a matter of seconds. "Do you have a knife or some kind of wedge?" Spencer asked Mr. Davenport.

He thought for a second before getting to his feet, crossing the room and rummaging through a drawer before producing a red pocket knife.

He handed it to Spencer who immediately started to disassemble parts of the soundboard. Eventually, he located a hollowed area under a layer of foam where there was hidden a listening device. Grabbing it, Gideon headed over to Davenport. "Earlier, Agent Shyer called you by your first name," he pointed out. "Do you know him?"

"He works in the New York field office, I knew his father," he sounded confused where this was going.

"Has he ever been here before?"

"A few times, yeah."

Gideon laid the device on the table answering Davenport's unasked questions. Gideon turned to face Spence. "Call Morgan and tell him Shyer is our guy." He then went to get the rest of the team.

He nodded once before pulling out his phone. It rang five times. "Yo, its Derek Morgan here, Sorry I can't come to the phone right now. Leave your name and number and I'll get back to you."

"Morgan, its Shyer," Spencer hung up then dialed a different number.

"Hello?" Elle answered.

"Where's Shyer?"

"He-," she stared.

Spencer cut her off by saying, "He's our guy." Without a word, they had both hung up.

By then Hotch, Gideon, and a few of the other officers were ready to travel to the safe house to get Shyer.

With ambulances behind them and lights flashing with sirens blaring, they were able to reach the house within ten minutes. Outside, Elle was standing with a handcuffed Shyer just in front of her and Cheryl somewhat shell-shocked on her right.

She had been rattling off his rights when the others approached them. Hotch was taking over for her and she told a paramedic that Morgan had been hit with a Taser and was currently unconscious in the kitchen. Elle turned to another to inform him that Trish was just a few houses down from where they were now. It had all made sense now- when Shyer had suggested this address- so that he would have easy access to both girls.

Gideon had lead the way to said house finding Trish laying on the floor of one of the bed rooms her eyes glazed over and moving from side to side her chest rising and falling with each breath. She was alive.

"In here!" he yelled for the medics. Two men entered the room to care for her and transfer her to the ambulance. They moved with quick deliberate movements. The men started rolling her out after just a few minutes. Spencer was walking out of the garage with Gideon, both watching as she was loaded into the ambulance.

Cheryl and her father must have followed behind the line of police cars because they were waiting outside by the time Trish was being moved. They followed her into the back to ride along with her to the hospital.

Before the back was closed, Mr. Davenport looked directly at Gideon, "Thank you," he said. Gideon returned it with a nod. The whole while Cheryl was whispering comforting words to her sister.

"Hey, how did Elle get Shyer to tell her Trish's location?" Spencer asked Gideon.

"She probably came up with something creative."

"How do you think-," he started asking.

"Sometimes," Gideon gave him a small smile. "You don't need to ask questions. Just… enjoy the moment."

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The day had turned into a long one- that was for damned sure.

The team had made it back to the bureau before the night was over. Morgan and Elle had decided to stay and finish the report before going home.

The others however were ready to get some sleep and headed straight home.

The drive back to Quantico had given Spencer a chance to think some more about what his brothers were asking. It had been enough time that he made his decision.

So it was after he had gotten in bed for the night that he pulled out his phone to dial a number he knew by heart but hadn't called in years.

There were five rings.

"We need to talk," Spencer said into the phone.

A/N: Please don't be mad. I waited until the last minute to do a project and then work got in the way. I'm so sorry and then to end with a cliffhanger about Reid's choice. AHHH. I should be able to update tomorrow and I'll finally finish Phantom Traveler and Broken Mirror and get to the topic of Reid hunting again.

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