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Reid watched the screen that showed him Garcia's room. She sat in the corner of the bed, huddled under the covers. "Tom, is there enough heat going into that room?"
"You want me to turn up the heat?" Tom asked.
"Yeah, just in case she is cold. I'll go in and talk to her later. Tell Jake and Dante to keep a low profile. I don't think the team know about them. They will have to scope out the building. You sure you can handle the transfer of the money?"
Tom let out a small laugh before lifting up a small USB ghost drive. "You put this in his main system, his money will just walk into our straight account. Once the transfer is complete, my virus will burn every trace of where the money could have gone. You'll be a rich man by the end of this. We all will. You going to come with us to a sunny beach where there is no extradition. You still haven't told us if you are going to come with us. You're family, Spencer. You have to come. What is holding you back?"
"The last two years, we've done plenty of jobs. We are the best at what we do. We have money at our disposable and this last job will give us enough to retire on. I guess, I just feel like I'm still floating around sometimes. You know what? I'm in. I'll come with the rest of you."
Tom quickly gave Reid a manly hug before patting him on the back. "That is my man. What are you going to do with your share?"
"Find a house and make it a home," Reid said. "I know it isn't much but before, when I was talking with Maeve, I dreamed of having a family and a home. My old team made promises back then which they couldn't keep. It got her killed. I felt weak back then and I felt weak after Jason. Luckily, I had you all to get me back on my feet."
"What is family for?" Tom smirked before he continued to fix the sensor that had smashed on the last job.
"I'll be back in a few," Reid said. "I'm going to go and speak with her. I'll get her something to eat first."
Morgan threw his chair into the wall. "I'm gonna kill him!"
"Morgan, calm down," JJ pleaded. Morgan had flown into a rage after he had discovered that Reid had taken Garcia.
"No! I will not calm down, JJ. He shot me, he's working with a group of professional criminals and he kidnapped Garcia. In what world, would you think I would want to calm down?!"
"Reid would never hurt her," Hotch said. "He still cares about her. He left her an envelope two years ago, just for her. She is the one person he isn't angry at."
"Morgan has a right to be worried," Rossi spoke up.
"What are you talking about?" Blake demanded. "Reid isn't capable of hurting Garcia."
"Are you sure about that?" Rossi challenged. "He put two bullets into Morgan's vest without hesitation and then threatened to kill him. He went through a traumatic experience with Jason and he never recovered after he watched Jason walk away with being punished. He ran away from us all and he never looked back. We have no idea what he has done over the last two years. All we know is that Jason Mordo and his two partners are dead. Possibly, even by Reid's hand."
"What could have happened for him to become like this?" JJ said before brushing her hand through his hair. "He's still good, I know that. He has sent Henry a present every year since he was gone."
"Call Kevin Lynch, we need someone him to help us find Garcia," Morgan said.
"Reid took Garcia for that reason," Hotch sighed. "She is a skilled hacker, Kevin isn't even a match to her. She got taken because she is the one person capable of finding them."
Reid walked into the room with a tray. A plate of hot pasta, a cupcake and a bottle of water on it. He placed it on the table. He looked over to see Garcia sat on the bed, staying to the corner. "Garcia, please don't be scared."
"You kidnapped me," she said quietly. "You took me away from my family, the same family that you once called your own. How can I not be scared?"
"No harm will come to you while you are here. Anything you ask for, I'll get for you. I just can't have you screwing up this job for me. After this job, you'll go back to team, safe and sound and you will never see me again. I promise."
"Reid, you used to catch people who hurt other people. You're going down a dark road. One that you won't come back from. Please, sweetie. Just let me go and turn yourself in. I can help you."
Reid knew he wasn't going to get through to her. He knew that he would have to try again later. "I'm not going to stay here and defend my actions. I don't need to. I brought you some food. Please, eat something."
"Let me go!" she screamed at him.
"Not till this is over," he shook his head. He closed the metal door behind him and locked it.
Reid let his mind wander back to earlier in the year. Back to a time where he had protected his new family at all costs.
"Jake, where the hell are you?!" Reid screamed down the radio as he raced along the bridge towards the gunfire. Tom was on his way with the getaway car but Dante and Jake had sent out an emergency call for help. They had gotten pinned down by their competition. A group that called themselves Devil. Reid picked up a clear view-point of the small factory. He brought the sniper rifle out from his shoulder and checked the ammo. He looked through the scope and saw Dante pinned on the upper floor behind a forklift and Jake behind a stack of wooden boxes.
"Spencer, we can't get out," Jake's voice whispered through the radio. Reid clicked a button and responded.
"Dante, Jake," he whispered down the radio. "Don't move. I got you covered."
Reid pulled the trigger repeatedly and at an even pace. It only took him a few moments to take down the four men that had once been the Devil team. He brought the scope to look at Jake. "Jake, you owe me. Big time. You too, Dante."
Reid snapped out the memory when he saw Tom typing frantically on the computer. He knew that behaviour too well. "What's wrong?"
"Spencer, you need to take the car and get downtown. We got trouble."
Reid weaved quickly through traffic, he couldn't go too fast. He couldn't afford to catch the cops attention before he got to Jake and Dante. His cellphone began to ring. He pressed the bluetooth on his ear. He could hear pained and heavy breathing.
"Spencer, ah shit! How close are you?" Jake asked, pain in his voice.
"Two minutes. Don't worry, I'm coming. What the hell happened?"
"We got ambushed. We aren't sure by who. They got a lot of training. I think they got hired by someone we screwed over. Before you joined us," Dante said. "Jake got shot."
"I'm almost there."
Reid reached them within the next minute. He jumped out of the car and helped Dante get Jake into the car. Grabbing a medical kit from the back, he grabbed a large pad of gauze and pressed it on the wound. He took off his belt and tightened it around Jake's leg.
"Spencer, you fucker," Jake hissed.
"Dante, keep pressure on the wound and keep an eye on the bleeding," Reid ordered before he got back in the front seat of the car. The police radio came to life. His car had attracted some attention. He turned on the engine and revved the engine. He slammed his foot on the accelerator and raced down the highway. A flash of blue and red lights came up behind him. It wasn't a squad car. It was an SUV.
"Spence, it's your old team," Dante called as he looked back.
"I know," he said, gripping the steering wheel tighter. Other units were not far away from the highway. Reid brought up the dial screen on his phone and dialled a number he could never forget. His hunch was right, the cellphone still worked. His bluetooth headset connected.
"This is Agent Hotchner."
"Hello, Hotch. You sound as bossy as ever?"
"Reid!" Hotch said in surprise. "I know it is you in the car. Pull over and I can try to help you. Is Garcia safe?"
Reid gritted his teeth. "She won't get harmed while in my care. I would never harm her. She is the one person that I don't hate. This is the deal I'm offering you, Hotch. Don't get in my way, let me do what I have to do and Garcia will return to you, not a single hair missing from her head. I disappear and you won't ever see me again. If you choose to get in my way, everything that follows is your fault."
"I'm not making any deal with you, Reid."
"That was always your problem, Hotch. You never made deals when you should have."
Reid jolted forward and the SUV rammed the car. Morgan was obviously driving.
"Tell whoever is driving to pull over! Now!" Morgan yelled down the phone. "I'll ram you off this road if you don't pull over."
"I've grown since you last saw me, Derek. You want to play? I'll play."
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