Morgan and Elle met outside of the fenced enclosure of the old run down warehouse. Both of them were heavily armed with adrenaline pumping wildly through their veins and they were ready to bring their friends home. Morgan had instructed Cruz and his team to stay out of sight until he signaled them to come in. Morgan was glad that Elle was there watching his back; he trusted her and knew that she was a deadly force he could count on.

The warehouse, the former home of a once successful film school now lay dormant and unused behind a twelve-foot tall wire fence kept locked by a simple pad lock that any petty thug worth his weight in cheap wine could pick with very little effort. According to the information that Morgan had received from Mabel, Andrew Kirkwood had purchased the property lock, stock and barrel recently. The school's inventory gave him the high tech equipment needed to make the videos that he had sent Morgan. The fact that the security provided by a simple padlock was all a part of the deranged man's plan had not slipped Morgan's attention; he wanted Morgan to find him and he wanted to make it easy for his enemy to get in so that the games could really begin.

Andrew had planned his revenge down to the last detail. The twelve-hour deadline was supposed to give Morgan just enough time. Aunt Mabel was to make sure that he didn't find the school until he was ready for him and tired of terrorizing his friends; just enough time for him to arrive frantic and moments before the deadline ticked away. But, he had underestimated the agent, didn't really believe that he was smarter than the plan he had devised in his feeble, less than ordinary mind. His brother Antoine had been the smart one, not him and even though they were twins he fell short when it came to intelligence. He had become over confident when he had been able to elude the Chicago Police Department 15 years ago and for once in his life he was the smart one and so, he hid in the comfort of virtual invisibility and began plotting his revenge.

The phone call from his aunt infuriated him; she had failed but refused to admit it. She kept bragging about how smart Agent Morgan was. There was still so much more he had in store for the five remaining agents. No matter, he thought, he would still get what he wanted and that was to kill the man who had killed his brother in cold blood.

The door swung open and Andrew and his two goons stepped inside. Except for the two videos, the team had been left alone and unharmed. Besides the fact that Alex had not returned the last six hours passed uneventful. They had figured out that whoever this man was his only agenda was to draw Morgan there and he knew that taking them would definitely accomplish that.

"Where's Alex? Where's our friend?" Hotch demanded glaring at Andrew.

"I hate to tell you that your team mate is dead."

Garcia couldn't hold back the gasp that escaped from her. The others looked on in anger wondering who would be next.

"Dead? You won't get away with this, you know that right?" Rossi barked.

"I already have." He snickered. "I just got word that Agent Morgan is on his way…a lot earlier than I'd planned, impressive."

"And you're a dead man when he gets here, too." Reid added.

"Maybe, maybe not. At any rate you won't be around to witness it."

"So, you're going to kill us now right?" JJ asked.

"Well…not quite yet. What kind of host would I be if I didn't wait until the guest of honor arrived before killing you all?"

"You are a sick…" Hotch began.

"I know…I'm a sick son-of-a-bitch! You agents have such limited vocabularies." He snickered again.

"You still haven't told us why you're doing this?" Reid asked trying to stall the man.

"Your friend killed my brother; shot him point blank in the head. He didn't know I was hiding but I saw him kill him!"

"He must have deserved it!" Penelope couldn't restrain herself.

Andrew shot a glare her way and stepped toward her causing her to flinch. Rossi and Hotch moved but where stilled by the rifles immediately pressed against their heads. He grabbed her pulling her to her feet without breaking his stare.

"Let her go!" JJ yelled.

Andrew pushed Garcia roughly against the wall and pinned her their with a rough hand to her throat.

"Get your hands off of her!" Reid yelled.

Glancing with a wicked smile at Reid, then Rossi and lastly at Hotch, he reared back and swung landing a fierce slap against her face. Blood gushed from her nose spraying on Andrew's shirt. He hit her with his fist causing a red bruise to appear almost immediately under her right eye.

Garcia screamed in pain but it wasn't enough to make her regret her words. She felt the pain shoot through her face and the blood ran from her nose staining her clothes.

"No!" JJ screamed."

"Now you're ready to greet your boyfriend when he arrives."

Then he released his grip on her neck and her body fell in a heap to the ground. Andrew motioned to the men and the two grabbed her by her arms and drug her out of the room.

The sound of the lock sliding into place motivated the others to their feet. Time was running out for them and they could only pray that Morgan got there in time.

Morgan knew he was walking into a trap; all the signs were there…simple padlock on the front gate and all the doors around the buildings were basic locks. There was no sign of an active alarm system but he did see the cameras strategically placed to see anyone coming toward the building. He didn't care that Kirkwood would be waiting he'd taken down countless UnSubs that had tried to outsmart him before. Kirkwood no doubt felt quite confident in his plan but there was one thing he hadn't counted on…Morgan had back up.

Elle waited patiently for Morgan to enter the building. The two of them knew that once he entered Kirkwood's attention would no longer be on the cameras because he assumed Morgan would be too afraid to bring the Calvary with him. So, she slipped in through the back of the building hidden in the darkness and quiet of the old dusty building.

Kirkwood had only recently become acquainted with bombs and as he set the charges outside of his captives room he silently prayed that he'd given himself enough time to kill Morgan and his Baby Girl and get out of the building before the fireworks began. He was almost giddy at being so close to getting his revenge and watching the horror in Morgan's eyes as he took the cute blonde's life.

Elle slowly eased her way through the building checking around every corner for Kirkwood and his team. She had to find a way to even the playing field because she knew they'd be waiting for Morgan. As she turned a corner near the back of the building she nearly ran into one of the men. He saw her but not soon enough to stop her from shooting him dead; the silencer on her gun keeping the noise to a minimum. One down, she thought as she continued down the hallway.

The building was quiet, he hoped that Kirkwood had not decided to kill them all and leave their dead bodies for him to find hoping to use his grief against him and then take him by surprise and end his life too.

Something up ahead in the large open space of the room caught his attention. Was this the bait, he thought to himself as he continued toward what looked like…

His breath caught in his throat and anger and terror filled his mind making it hard for him to focus. A single light above illuminated the scene. Seeing her limp body dangling from a beam above her nearly knocked him off of his feet. He rushed over to her; the sight of her bloody face stopped him momentarily in his tracks.

"Penelope! No, no, no…Baby Girl!" He whispered.

Holstering his gun Morgan grabbed a nearby chair and ran over to her. He quickly jumped on it and untied her. Carefully he held her body and lowered her to the floor. Then he heard footsteps and clapping in the background.

"Well, the hero has arrived. Just in time to save the day, right Agent Morgan?"

Kirkwood appeared from the shadows as Morgan slowly turned to face him. This was it, this was what the day had come to; a showdown and Morgan wanted nothing more than to end this man's life. Morgan saw the gun in Kirkwood's hand, his was still holstered and he was at a disadvantage.

"Do you know how long I have waited for this day?"

"Where's my team, you son-of-a-…"

"Please! You really need to find another name to call me!" He interrupted.

Morgan slowly stood watching the man in front of him. He'd hurt Garcia and there was no telling what he'd done to the others. Andrew stepped closer to Morgan with his gun steadied on him.

Elle stood outside the last room; she could hear voices and knew it was the team. She also saw the homemade bundle of C4, wires and a small clock taped to the door. Not good she wasn't the bomb expert, Morgan was and he was busy. The bright neon lights on the clock displayed the numbers second by second the time slowly vanishing away.

The sight of the bomb had distracted Elle; she didn't see the tall burly man come around the corner gun drawn. She looked up and heard footsteps running toward her. She heard the whizzing sound before she saw the dust from the wall explode in the air; the bullet had missed her and out of reflex she returned the gunfire. Her bullet had found its mark as the man fell to the ground.

The team heard the commotion outside the door and jumped just as a second bullet rang out and then the sound of a heavy thud on the ground, then silence. Reid and JJ ran to the door beating and yelling for help.

"We're here! Let us out!"

Elle saw the bomb time ticking she had to stop the commotion before the bomb went off prematurely.

"Stop! Back away from the door!"

The familiar voice stopped them; it had been years since they'd heard the voice of a long lost friend and family member. Her name had not even been uttered almost as if she had never served with them in the fight against evil.

"There's a bomb strapped to the door! We'll get you out!"

Then there was silence again as they heard light footsteps running away into the distance.

Elle ran as fast as she could down the hall toward the main room of the warehouse. She could hear voices. One she knew and the other she assumed was that of Andrew Kirkwood. The stranger's voice was soaked in anger and hate finding it necessary to explain in detail how Morgan's death at his hands would be justified. Neither man saw her enter the room hidden in the darkness.

Kirkwood was exhausted, done with talking and ready to end it all. He was content that he'd said everything that he needed to say to this man before him standing defenseless and waiting for the inevitable. Morgan watched the man as his finger wrapped itself around the trigger. It was then that he saw her slowly stepping from the darkness into the dim light. Then with no further introduction a loud bang cracked the tension in the room and Kirkwood shocked dead body fell with an anticlimactic thud to the floor.

MEANWHILE…

The clock wrapped around C4 and wires strapped to the door continued to countdown as the rest of the team waited desperately for rescue.

…59…58…57…