Sorry I left you at such a cliff hanger for so long, family issues. I hope you like this chapter though.
This chapter is dedicated to HorrorFanatic113, Samuel Wheeler, Batgirl116, and Tekie Scythe who made me feel so horrible for leaving you guys, that I cancelled movie night with Jer to finish this chapter. (I am totally not casting anger down on you; I'm just saying that you gave me the incentive needed to put up this chapter (Which I've been trying to do for like a week (Damn procrastination)
Sorry for the long break guys… sorry.
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"Trace, are you sure?" Young Spencer asked into the cell phone he was holding to his ear. "Kay kay, thanks. Keep me updated. Yea, love you too hun."
He hung up with a small smile on his face.
"One of your escort friends?" Rossi asked curiously, noting the smile in the midst of his cousin being missing.
"Ya know that's not the only thing to me… right? And no, that was one of my ex-boyfriends. He's a genius with illegal computer-ing. More so than I am, yet not as good as Beautiful. But she can't do what he does because she can lose her job." The teen told them, stretching his long (not compared to his cousins' obviously) limbs.
"So, what is he doing that he needs to keep you updated?" Derek asked, happy that the teen was there to keep him calmer.
"He's using a program him, his boyfriend, and his boyfriend's lover created to follow Spencer. It can track any piece of clothing or accessory bought anywhere. It is mostly illegal because it puts the power to basically stalk someone in the hands of the people that are operating it. They're following the pair of shoes that my cousin was wearing this morning. Luckily I was the one that bought those shoes for him, so I knew everything they needed to know."
"Ok, I have a question about that first sentence for later. But why doesn't their program run as fast as Garcia's?" Derek asked.
"They have to go around many servers, and they have to get into a satellite to be able to follow them. It takes a bit to dodge certain things."
"Did they give you an approximate time that they would know?"
"Uh, no. Sometimes it's harder than others. He said it shouldn't take more than an hour, but he doesn't know for sure. So I told him to keep me posted. Now, onto what all of you do for a living. Find anything?"
"No. The security footage shows Reid leaving the parking lot, but we don't know what route he took, so we have no idea when he got taken." Prentiss sighed, looking through a file in front of her.
"Let's focus on the unsub. We know he's probably around thirty to forty years old." Hotch said, looking at the board.
"Most likely has a good physique to be able to overpower them," J.J. commented.
"Or has some way of disabling them." "Puck" interjected.
"Right. And he probably also lives alone. There's no way he could live with someone and them not notice his behavior."
"Most likely extremely homophobic in his daily life." Garcia said.
"Probably would have a record of some sort for some sort of disturbance against homosexuals." The liaison said, pointing to the techie, indicating she might want to look into it.
"Probably not actually. He probably actually likes males, so he would talk about hating them but not actually do anything. Another reason to think he lives alone. Talking about something but then doing nothing to stop it will eventually raise questions." The young Reid let them know, shrugging his shoulders.
The team looked at him in curiosity, thinking over what he had said... it did make a lot of sense.
"Most likely he would be a loner, and there would be slight things at his work from his homosexual co-workers saying that he made them a dash uncomfortable."
"That's probably true, but we don't have time to look into it." Hotch responded.
"Just trying to help, Non-smiler." The prostitute shrugged.
"Thank you for the input." The team leader gave a small smile, turning around to look at the teen for just a moment.
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It took almost a complete hour for Trace to finally get back to Young Spencer.
"Are you absolutely positive about that Trace?" "Puck" didn't seem to really believe him. "No, I'm not saying you're wrong, I'm just saying your directions aren't always spot on… I'm not having this argument again! Thanks for the info, tell Jake and Kyle I say hi. Bye."
"He found Reid?" Derek asked hopefully.
"Apparently."
Everyone looked at the teen.
"I'm not trying to discredit Trace, the man is a genius, but the address he gave… it's for a warehouse. And not like an abandon one that these creepy ghost tales attached to it. The warehouse is fully functional, there's no way that they could be there without someone noticing."
"What have we got to lose?" Rossi asked with a shrug.
Everyone agreed, so they geared up to go check out the building.
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The seven of them were quickly and quietly moving through the building. Since they were all agreed that the probability of them being there was in the pint zero one percentile, no cops were with them, and the teen was allowed to come. They all had their guns out however.
They heard nothing to indicate anyone was there. The building was closed on that day, due to a workers union thing apparently. There was no evidence anyone was there. They actually would have stopped looking after the second floor… if they hadn't heard; "SHUT UP!" shouted from somewhere above them.
The group moved faster, hurrying up to the third floor. The third floor looked to be used mostly for storage, so it had a maze like quality to it. It didn't take them long to find what they were looking for.
"Way to go Trace." Younger Reid breathed.
The unsub had a knife pressed to Reid's neck, it was obvious he was taunting the doctor. Elder Spencer had duct tape over his mouth; his hands were tied behind his back, and a bit of blood dribbling down his forehead.
Hotch called their attention over to him. He motioned that him, Prentiss, and Rossi were going to go to the left, Garcia and J.J. were to go to the left, and Derek was supposed to go forward with "Puck". They all nodded, knowing they were going to have to be careful if they wanted to get the unsub before he harmed Reid.
Everyone got into position and observed. Morgan and younger Reid began moving forward slightly, trying to get a better vantage point. "Puck" went to the side slightly, then, without warning, shoved Derek to the other side. The agent knocked into a box, then turned to look at the teen like he was insane. All the prostitute did was point angrily to the floor, showing the adult that there was a small metal thing that actually looked a bit like a bear trap on the floor where Derek was about to step.
Unfortunately, shoving Morgan caused noise.
"Who's there?!" The male with a knife shouted, looking around suspiciously.
"Dammit." Young Spencer breathed. "Don't be stupid. Wait for the right moment." He said to Derek.
"What?" Morgan asked confused.
Without any further words, the teen stepped forward, making himself fully viewed by the murderer. The male with duct tape on his mouth made an angry sound and tried frantically to get untied. The serial killer's eyes went wide.
"You know what my profession is… don't you cutie?" "Puck" asked with a smile.
Both Hotch and Garcia tried going forward to protect the teen. They both got held back.
"Going now will just get them both harmed. We have to wait. He's not an idiot, trust him." Both of them got commanded by the people they were with.
"Yes, I know what filth you are." The unsub spat angrily.
"Oh, I'm filth? Well, just remember that I'm the one that's giving you a boner, so what exactly does that say about YOU?" The male escort asked, taking carefully casual steps forward.
He made sure his tone was a challenge. The unsub basically growled and stopped pressing the knife so harshly into the doctor, his attention being divided.
"Ya see, I can tell. I can tell that in that pervert little head of yours; you're imagining what you wish you could do to me." The teen continued.
"Shut the fuck up, freak." The killer said angrily, knife going even farther away from the doctor's neck.
"I'm really not that much of a freak… not compared to you anyway. Let me guess, you grew up thinking that liking boys was wrong, but, then you fucked one. And you didn't want to go try girls. So your parents kicked you out. You wandered around sad and alone, until you met a really cute boy. You had sex, which you had to pay for. You fell in love with him, but it was just a job for him. So you got pissed and beat him up. From there, you were the most homophobic person you could think to be, rivaling Sara Palin. Yet, that wasn't enough, so you had to turn to getting rid of them. How much of that did I get wrong Honey?"
"Don't call me honey." The adult shouted, throwing his knife to the ground as he shoved the genius to the ground.
Too bad he didn't realize that he let them both go to the ground right next to each other. Reid quickly grabbed the knife and began cutting through the rope tying his hands together.
"First you go after my job family, then you go after my biological family." "Puck" growled, finally showing how pissed he was.
The rest of the team thought that maybe that was the time to go in… too bad they really didn't get a chance.
The unsub pulled out a gun and came towards the young male. Young Spencer grabbed his arms and turned it behind his back, momentarily shocking pretty much everyone in the room. The unsub collected himself and used his left hand to deck the teen. "Puck" let go of the arm with a gun due to the intense pain in his cheek. The youngest Reid backhanded the adult, letting his anger fuel his strength.
Finally the doctor got himself untied and jumped up so he could help.
Young Spencer grabbed the gun, put his foot in front of the unsub's feet and yanked the adult forward, causing him to fall and let go of his gun. The killer turned so he landed on his back.
"Starbucks!" "Puck" yelled the first thing he thought of.
His cousin immediately looked at him. The teen threw the gun to the genius. The unsub grabbed the teens ankle and yanked, hoping to get him onto the ground so they were on a fair playing field.
The little otaku spun and he fell, making sure to land on the unsub in just the right way. He had the adult pinned to the concrete floor.
"I was a flamboyant gay boy in a small town, you're gunna have to try harder than that." The prostitute growled, looking down into the man's eyes with a glare.
That was when everyone finally came forward, finally having time enough to do so. The teen stood up and Derek grabbed the unsub.
"Good job Spencer." The dark male breathed, still a little shocked by what had just happened.
The teen smiled as he nodded. Morgan lead the killer away, everyone that weren't the Reid's followed, looking at the kid in slight amazement.
Once they were alone, Reid turned to look at his younger cousin.
"Hotch is gunna put you through Hell for doing that." The doctor let him know.
"Kinda figured. But I knew that I was the only one other than you who would have been able to pull it off. Plus, I couldn't let the only family who has ever cared about me die… Bad juju." The prostitute gave a wry smile.
"Thanks Spencer." Elder Spencer smiled.
"Any time, Starbucks." Young Spencer smiled back.
"Ya know what… I like it. That's the winner."
They both laughed and hugged, wondering what the hell was going to happen next.
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I'll try to work on my updating. Promise. =) Hope you liked it.