"What do you mean he's not there?" Garcia screamed through the phone.

"I mean we've searched the entire house and he's not here!" Yelled JJ.

"What about the basement, garage…"

"This house doesn't have a basement and the garage is empty. I'm sorry Gar-"

"Sorry? I don't need sorry! I need Derek…back…alive, JJ!"

She knew it wasn't JJ's fault. It wasn't anyone's fault even though she wanted to blame Hotch she knew better. For that matter she could easily blame herself; after all she was the one who sent them to this address. How could he not be there?

Home of Mabel Henry –

Just like the old wretch said, the numbness in his lower body was quickly being replaced by what felt like a heavy blanket of pain. He closed his eyes tight trying in vain to ward off the waves of what felt like sharp daggers being drug through his body. He didn't want to accept that he'd die on this cold basement floor bested by an old woman who had managed to come out of nowhere and trick him and steal his life in a twisted act of revenge. He braced himself for another rush of pain as he wondered when or if anyone would ever find him. He wondered how Penelope would take the news and then his mother and sister's faces flashed before him almost as if they were in the room. They all had already lost so much it didn't seem fair for them to suffer any more.

She took a last look around the small house as she closed the door behind her. She'd packed her teas just before insisting that Morgan join her in a cup. Victory had such a sweet taste and she loved how it felt as it slid warmly and thickly down her throat. No one could say she didn't love her boys now she'd proved her love for them and now it was time to begin a new life in a new place.

The taxi's horn pulled her from her thoughts as she stepped of the small porch and headed toward the curb. With her teas packed securely in one bag and the rest of her belongings in another, she slid in the back seat of the yellow and black sedan and closed her eyes. She noticed his team, his family as the cab past by the black SUV's, and police cars.

It was funny really how just the slight change in the arrangement of things, numbers and such could make all the difference. It had been an easy task especially having access to the best computer system in the country. Eventually the cute blonde techie would figure it out, for that Mabel was sure. It didn't matter she'd be long gone by then and the dashing agent would be stone cold dead in the basement of her home.

"Garcia we need another address! Now, Garcia!" Hotch barked.

"There isn't another address! I've searched and searched…damn! She's good!"

"What is it Garcia?"

"She's a hacker! How else would she have been able to get herself hired by the FBI under a fake name and keep track of Morgan and help her crazy nephew pull off our kidnapping…"

"Come on Garcia we're running out of time!" Rossi interjected interrupting her rambling.

"I know, I know! The only way to beat a hacker is with a better hacker! I'm a better hacker! I'll hit you back in a second!"

The team stood around baffled not sure what to do next except wait. Meanwhile, Mabel settled comfortably in first class sipping on her second cocktail as the plane sailed over the blue skies headed toward her new life located in parts unknown to everyone who felt an urgent need to contact her.

"I got it!"

"You're on speaker."

"She's good but I found her! She used a combination of her nephews' birthdays and socials to setup yet another fake identity and rented another house and you won't believe where it is!"

"Come on Garcia, no time for guessing games!" Shouted Hotch.

"I just sent the address to your tablets. It looks like she's just around the corner from your present location."

"Good work!" Rossi added.

"Hotch…"

"Yeah…I'll bring him home."

Home of Mabel Henry –

His mind was foggy and he had no idea of how long it had been since she'd left. He remembered hearing a car pull away but since that time there had been nothing but silence…and pain. It was getting harder to breathe now and he struggled to remain hopeful. Where was his team? He wondered if they'd even realized that he was in danger. Hotch was one of the smartest men he knew but he had been so angry with him for not caving in and giving Elle up. Still, he refused to believe even as it got harder to hold on, that Hotch, Rossi, JJ and Reid wouldn't come bursting through the door at any moment. That thought was all he had to hold onto as each breath became a bigger and bigger effort.

"There's his car!" Reid called out anxiously.

Rossi quickly pulled the SUV up to the front of the house followed by the other local responders. Hotch ran up to the door casting aside all manner of protocol and kicked the door in. It wasn't until they were all inside that he introduced himself…for the record.

"Morgan!" JJ yelled as she pressed toward the back of the house.

"Clear!" Called Reid as he found the upstairs bedroom empty.

"Clear!" Rossi yelled when the kitchen and den were also empty.

"Here! He's in here!" Yelled Hotch as he descended down the basement stairs.

Not waiting for the others to catch up, he ran down into the dark room. The first thing he noticed was the blood under his foot; so much blood. Despite the commotion they had caused getting to him, he didn't move. Hotch checked for a pulse and was relieved when after a few seconds he felt the faint irregular beat as he pressed his finger against Morgan's cold skin.

Potomac General Hospital –

This room had become too familiar in the past few years. Time and time again, their jobs had gotten way too close and they'd found themselves spending time sitting, waiting, pacing…each time more scary than the last. Morgan was barely breathing when the ambulance brought him in and there was enough guilt in the room to smother them all.

Hotch stood in the far corner staring out of the window; exiled by his own choosing feeling as if this was all his fault and sure that his team would agree with him. Penelope, still bruised from her encounter with Andrew Kirkwood, sat wrapped in JJ's arms eyes puffy and red from crying. Reid paced back and forth around the room and Rossi watched his younger teammates worriedly. This could very well break them. Even in the early days of the BAU, there was nothing like this group of people. There were no teams, just individual agents tackling cases in the field alone. They were efficient and good at what they did. The idea of analyzing behavior to solve crimes was met with skepticism at best but throughout the years they had become a vital part of solving crime. This group was a family and that was what made them work and when they were on top of their game nothing and no one could stop them. Now, here they sat, shell-shocked, angry and shattered waiting for news that could very well push them all over the edge.

"Derek Morgan?"

The high-pitched voice of the older woman caught their attention as they stood together and waited for her to continue speaking.

"Hello. I'm Angela Asbill, the attending treating Agent Morgan."

"How is he?" Garcia asked anxiously.

"He's gone through quite a bit. We've removed the bullet from his right foot. He lost a lot of blood and right now we're watching closely for infection. I'm certain that he has at least a concussion but since he hasn't regained consciousness, it's hard to tell for certain."

She paused for a moment watching their faces as they tried to take in what she was saying.

"He has a lots of bruises from being hit repeatedly with something, not sure what but that's not what has me concerned."

"What is it, doctor?" Hotch asked.

"I don't know how to say this to you all."

"Oh my God…" Garcia gasped.

"We found a rare poison in his system and we don't know how to treat it without knowing where it came from."

"What are you saying?" Rossi asked.

"I'm sorry, but Agent Morgan is dying."