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Now for this chapter…THE…EPIC…showdown between Müller and Reid. Sorry this chapter took longer than usual; I wanted it to be just right.

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Chapter 15:

- I cannot think of any need in childhood as strong as the need for a father's protection.

- Sigmund Freud

"Well, well, well…," Müller said as he collected himself, still pointing his gun at Reid. "If it isn't Dr. Spencer Reid. Who knew we would actually meet for the first time?"

Reid glared at Müller like the filthy monster he is and will forever be. "Unfortunately for you and fortunately for me, it'll be our only meet."

Chuckling, "I guess it is, no?"

"Where's my daughter, Müller?"

"Your daughter," Müller said, trying not to laugh. "Your daughter? Your…daughter? See, that's where you're wrong, Doctor. Madison Jean…she's my daughter. She has half of my genetics, which makes me her real father, not you; you're just the simple bastard who took from me when you adopted her."

"Is this coming from the same simple bastard who killed her entire family—including three of his children—in gruesome ways?"

Before Müller or Reid can say anything or get into a heated argument, a quiet yet timid voice can out of nowhere,

"What's going on here?"

As they both kept their guns aimed at each other, Müller turns around and Reid looked up, with worry in his eyes;

"Maddie."

Hotch shook his head, feeling mentally drained with his hand over his eyes, still trying about the conversation he had with Reid. Even though Rossi was driving, he asked him,

"You alright there, Hotch?"

"What do you think?" Hotch answered, rubbing his temples.

"You sure it isn't something else?"

"Yeah…I think I'm sure, Rossi." Hotch said, getting more annoyed.

"Hotch…"

"David," Hotch finally snaps at him, "Look. It's been a long past few days. I just want to find Maddie and Reid safe and take down Müller once and for all. Is that so much?! I mean, since when is that a problem, damn it?!" Trying a deep breath, "Just…keep on driving, alright? Before you hit something. Or someone."

Rossi opened his mouth to say something else, hoping to comfort Hotch, but he could tell from the tone of Hotch's voice that he was most definitely not in the mood for talking. He just decided not to and just continued focusing on his driving. He knew in his heart something was bothering him.

Reid started to get teary-eye when he first saw Maddie after her abduction. Her hair was a short wispy pixie cut, her clothes barley suited her and she looked skinner than usual. She had cuts and bruises, especially on her face, bit down on her lip and nails and she had her arms folded.

"Maddie…get out of here…please."

"What's going on…?"

"Maddie…please…" Reid slowly tries to walk towards Maddie, who was leisurely backing away while keeping his gun aimed at Müller. "Listen to me, okay? Listen to daddy…."

"No, Maddie." Müller shouted. "You listen to me. Listen to your real daddy."

"Maddie, no! Don't listen to him, okay. I'm your daddy."

"No, Maddie! Listen to me!"

"No! Listen to me, Maddie!"

"No, Maddie! Me!"

"Me!"

"Me!"

"Me!"

"ME!"

"Daddy?"

"Yes?!" Reid and Müller simultaneously said before looking at each other.

Maddie looked absolutely confused as she kept on looking at Reid and Müller back and forth; like it was some kind of battle of wills.

"Well…I know the perfect situation on how we can deal with this…"

All of a sudden, Müller quickly turns around and tries to take a shot at Maddie—he missed—before Reid fires from his revolver, causing Maddie to scream and sprint out of the room.

"Maddie, hide somewhere!" Again, Müller fires his gun at Reid—even though he missed—before dashing out of the room.

"Not my daughter, bastard!" Reid said in his head, believing he's going to go after Maddie.

Just as Reid runs out of the kitchen and passed into the formal dining room, another gunfire shot came at him, but misses him again. "Close one!" He said to himself. Going into the grand foyer seeing Müller running up the double staircase, Reid fires two rounds from his revolver, but misses him,

"Come back here and face me like a man, you cowering piece of SHIT!" He shouted, causing an echo throughout the house.

"You're history, Dr. Reid! HISTORY!"

Cocking his revolver as he walked up the staircase, he could feel his adrenaline flying into an impossible level passed overdrive. He could see and saw the amount of dust on the paintings on the wall and the priceless antiques. This house had been abandoned for a long time. He could sense Müller was close by. He could also sense that Maddie was hiding somewhere safe and hoped she stayed there until all of this was over.

BANG!

Hearing a gun fire close by to him, fearing the worst, believing Maddie was in that room, he kicked the door, enters the room and almost pulled the trigger when he saw a figure by the curtain windows, but it was just nothing but a shadow in the empty room. Backing out of the door and back into the hall,

FWHAM!

A punch glimpsed Reid's chin and another one to his face. It was quite a couple of punches, but it didn't knock him down or made him feel some kind of uneasiness; he'd been hit in the face a few times. While he did drop his gun, landing in the room he was previously in, he stood against Müller: his eyes expanding with a mixture of temper and unstable, his clothes hanging off him, his hair unruly. He had Reid right where he wanted him.

"Come on, Dr. Reid," Müller said, in a fighting stance. "Show me what you got."

"Okay, I will." Reid thought.

Hopefully, the fighting moves Morgan taught him in those FBI self-defense classes would give him an edge against Müller.

In return, he gives him two hits to the sides of his face and a hit to the stomach. Müller ducked as Reid tried to take another wing at him. He brought a powerful blow into Müller's nose and a crunch noise filled the blood scented air. As Müller noticed his nose was bleeding, he kicks Reid in the chest—falling on the mahogany floor, knocking on a side table and breaking a white porcelain vase with flowers.

"Hey!" Müller yelled. "That was my mother's, you idiot!"

"Wow, Müller," Reid sarcastically said as he picked himself up. "Did you think about her, your father or your wife's parents before, during or after you gunned them down like a vicious poacher?"

Clenching his jawline and fists, he charges himself at Reid, but before he could try and tackle him, Reid managed to elbow him and take a forearm strike to his chin. As Reid tries to grapple him, Müller grabs him by his shirt, throwing Reid against the wall and socks him in the stomach and face. Reid tripped, clutching onto the railing for support.

Müller lets out a violent grunt, shoving Reid down with the all of his force. Falling backwards, he tumbles down hard on the stairs, falling into a hemp at the bottom of the staircase. An enormous amount of ache went through him, starting to feel weak and sluggish from the fall and hit to his stomach. He had to get up. He just had to, but just couldn't. Suddenly, he starts to hear Müller in a tranquil tone of voice.

"Is that the best you can do, Dr. Reid? I thought FBI agents were supposed to have skilled fight moves, not piss-poor ones. Come to think of it, I never thought I would see this day would come. And to think, I was supposed to be executed today. Well…time's up. Nothing's going to stop me from getting Maddie back and having her again. I deserve to be her father; not you. I can't live without her. And I wouldn't let Maddie live without me."

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