Author's Note:

I made a similar comment on Red Rain: if you ever think I need to change the rating, please tell me.

Also, PM me with any ideas you may have. No guarantees they'll be used the way you want them to be, but I will do my best to incorporate them in some way. Thanks!

Mislav, this is how I'm going to do it. Hope this is good enough for you!

Sunday, November 18th, 2012
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Reid and Domonick raced through the maze Stan had formed as quickly as they could, knowing the path out thanks to Reid's eidetic memory and Domonick's sharp eye. By the time Reid's car was in sight, Domonick was in so much pain he could barely stand.

"Just go," he said when Reid stopped to help him over to the car. "Amy's risked enough. I don't need you to risk anything more."

"But Stan will kill you when he finds you here!" Reid protested, already helping the younger man up. "Besides, Amy wouldn't want you to give up on her. And the team will be heartbroken and pissed at me for leaving you behind. They'll already be pissed at me for leaving Amy."

"That's where I come in- yeah, alright, fine, I'm coming," Domonick said as Reid sat him in the passenger seat of the car, him taking the driver's seat.

Reid instantly turned the key (it had been left in the ignition by a preoccupied Stan), and the usually-quiet car woke. "Right, we're in a very large, empty basement of an industrial building. Of course it's going to make a loud noise."

"Hopefully Stan's too busy to hear," Domonick said as the car raced from the building. He face-palmed himself. "God, I can't believe I just said that."

Reid shrugged. "Amy probably would have wanted you to say that. That's the kind of mentality we need at the moment."

"We also need a clear head, and I'm starving and in a lot of pain," Domonick protested.

Reid raised his hand. "I'm sorry, I am too, but we need to put off that until we find the team. By now Eloïse, Aryanna, James, and Danielle should have realized we were missing since we haven't picked up our phones nor did we show up for dinner-"

Domonick's eyes widened. "Our phones!" He pressed a button and his seat fell back all the way. He quickly grabbed the screwdriver from the tool box on the floor of the car, pressed the button so his seat went back up, and jammed the screwdriver in the lock of the glove compartment, popping it open. He hunted for his phone. "Got it." After turning it back on, he realized he'd missed nearly seventeen calls from Danielle, Eloïse, Aryanna, and James.

Reid looked over and saw Domonick staring at the screen of his phone, dumbstruck. Reid raised his eyebrows. "Told ya they'd be calling."

Domonick instantly started dialling Hotch's number. The phone rang twice. "Hotch."

"Hotch? It's Domonick."

There was a pause. "Is Stan there?"

"No, we escaped."

There was a squeal from someone standing near Hotch - no doubt Eloïse or Danielle - as Hotch asked, "By 'we,' you mean...?"

Domonick sighed. "I mean Reid and myself. Amy stayed behind as a distraction. It was her idea."

Hotch sighed. "Alright. Where are you?"

Domonick looked out at the road and the side-view mirror as Reid said, "We're just leaving Keysor, West Virginia."

"Reid says we're just leaving Keysor, West Virginia, but location won't matter very soon."

"Why's that?" Reid and Hotch asked at the same time.

Domonick looked at Reid. "Okay, that was creepy and entirely coincidental, but that's not the point. The bigger problem is two cars behind us."

Hotch sounded impatient. "What does that mean?"

Reid started, "Is that-"

Domonick nodded. "I know that tan Camry anywhere."

Hotch swore into the receiver.

"I know, Hotch, but this isn't an occasion for swearing-"

Suddenly Reid's phone started ringing.

"I can't answer it; I'm driving!" Reid exclaimed.

"I betchya I know who it is," Domonick said as he answered the phone and put it on speaker. "Hello?"

"You are one clever son of a bitch, you know that Dr. Reid?" Stan shouted into the phone.

Domonick's voice changed to that of an older Hispanic woman. "Dr. Reid? Who dat? I no know no Dr. Reid."

"Very funny Domonick!" Stan shouted.

"Domonique? No, Domonique not here. Call back in five minute, you get Domonique," Domonick answered, still using that voice. Reid was trying to contain himself from laughing, and through his own phone still pressed to his ear Domonick could hear Morgan laughing.

"Listen to me, you two. I know you both are there, so cut it out!" Stan shouted.

Domonick smiled. He was getting to him. "Cut it out? You wan me to hang up? Disconnect? Disconnect?"

That was the last straw: Stan lost it. "IF YOU DON'T PULL THE FUCK OVER I WILL SHOOT THROUGH THE WINDOW!"

Domonick froze. He didn't know what to do. He couldn't have Reid pull over without them getting killed, but he couldn't have Reid not pull over and possibly get them killed. He couldn't privately confer with Hotch about the situation because Stan was on speaker and no matter what he'd still hear their conversation (the beauty of an iPhone: Apple knows no privacy, Domonick claimed when he had to explain why he stuck with an Android).

Reid sighed. "What do I do?" he whispered.

Domonick closed his eyes and shook his head. "Calm down, Stan. It was a harmless joke. I thought you'd understand it. I guess not. Maybe we can talk our way through this."

Stan's shaky deep breath could be heard through the phone. "Pull over. I shouldn't be driving. And hang up with Agent Hotchner. He'll fill your head with lies."

Domonick shook his head. "No can do, Stan. If I pull over, you'll kill us, and I'm not about to leave Amy with no one."

"Eventually she will join you, then," Stan said. Somewhere next to him Amy screamed.

"Domonick don't! I can do this by myself! Go! Spencer, hit the gas and DRIVE!" Amy cried.

Reid exchanged a brief glance with Domonick as he shouted, "I'M SORRY HOTCH!" and did as Amy told him. The two skyrocketed down the road and onto a more secluded road.

Stan roared and sped after them, swerving around cars and knocking over a blue USPS mailbox as he caught up to them.

"Reid, pull over already!" Stan shouted.

"Reid we're going to crash if you go any faster!" Domonick shouted.

"Reid, slow down!" Hotch cried through the phone as if he was on speaker.

"Reid, turn!" Amy cried then screamed, the sound of someone moving quickly on Stan's end creating additional static on Domonick's end.

Domonick quickly looked in the side-view mirror in time to see Stan's Camry stop for a moment as Stan decked Amy and tossed her unconscious body into the back seat. Domonick winced, feeling his sister's pain. Stan was catching up to them again not thirty seconds later.

"AMY!" Domonick cried as he watched the event go down.

"Domonick, whatever you do, don't hang up!" Hotch shouted.

Suddenly a little girl ran out into the middle of the street, chasing after a bright blue ball. Reid foot nearly snapped the brake pedal in half as he slammed on it. The little girl looked up at him with big cow eyes and screamed as Stan failed to hit the brakes in time and collided with Reid's car, pushing it a good seven feet forward before the two cars finally came to a stop towards the right side of the road.

The sound of the little girl's scream and Hotch's last words ran though Reid's ears as he quickly undid his seatbelt and looked over at Domonick. He laid unconscious in his seat, his face nearly plastered onto the cracked window, his airbag deflating slowly. There were glass shards from the broken windshield in his lap and some dug into his arm. Reid's iPhone was at Dom's foot, the screen cracked and shattered, the call most definitely disconnected. However, he couldn't find Dom's phone, the cursed Android.

Reid's head spun to face the car behind him. Stan sat in the driver's seat, semi-conscious, a large gash on his forehead, his hands bloody and slowly releasing their death grip on the steering wheel. He pressed his hand to his head and winced in pain before removing it and turning to look in the back seat, eyes widening. He unbuckled his seatbelt and reached for Amy's body in the back seat, dragging her towards him. He kicked the door and got out, Amy in his arms.

People started rushing over. The mother of the little girl ran over and threw her arms around her crying daughter protectively, joining her tears. Reid caught a glimpse of the little blue ball she had run into the road after beneath his foot, a gaping hole in the floor beneath him. A man ran over to Stan and offered to take Amy from him, but Stan refused to let her go. Another young woman in a yellow pea coat and green jeans held a phone to her ear; she touched Stan's shoulder and told him something, but Stan shook his head.

Reid turned back over to Domonick, whose face was nearly covered in blood from an unseen head wound. He knew the young CIA agent would die soon if left there, so he quickly reached for his seatbelt buckle, but it was stuck. Reid sighed, then lifted the belt crossing Dom's chest over his head so it laid against the seat, then loosened the lap belt part and started to pull Dom from the car as sirens approached them. Soon a paramedic was standing next to Reid and pushing him out of the way. He carefully pulled Dom out of the ruined car and onto a waiting stretcher.

Reid reached inside the car and picked up the blue ball before searching for the little girl and her mother. He found them, and handed the ball to the mother, who touched his hand as she grabbed it. Her mouth moved, but Reid could hardly hear what she said. He was too busy searching for Stan.

But the old man carrying Amy's body was nowhere to be found as a dark car drove away behind him.