Elias had already turned his attention back to the unconscious blond. He couldn't explain why he was so drawn to her, he normally hated cops. It didn't matter if they'd caught his attention in their plain clothes and he'd already started taking pictures and collecting info about them. As soon as he followed them to work he always had to let them go. It was simply not worth it. He wasn't a stupid man, far from it, and he knew that cops stopped at nothing to avenge one of their own. But here she was lying at his feet, and this level of excitement he was feeling right now was hard to come across. It twisted in his stomach and it was moments like this that he lived for. All the possibilities lay at his feet, and he was going to savour every second of it.

This time he wasn't backing off. This time he was going make up for all those times he had been forced to walk away from taking someone he wanted to. Whether it was a cop, or his infuriating neighbour. She was going to fill that gap, and god he was going to have fun with that.

The other agent should be out by now he thought, but he didn't take his eyes off the blond. He heard the car starting in the distance. Elias was not a man of sentiment, but he reached down a hand and brushed it across her cheek. It was a move he'd faked hundreds of times during his marriage. To the point of exhaustion, but he knew his wife liked it so he'd pull it out of the bag every now and then.

Her skin was soft and warm, and he only pulled his hand back once he heard the car stop outside the door. He glanced up at the male pass out on the floor. He judged the expression, or lack of expression, on his face before walking over and giving him a hard kick. It connected with his back. There was no reaction, nobody could fake that, he was out.

It would take both of them to move him. So he turned his attention back to the blond. He scooped her up in his arms and made his way out to the car. Benjamin was just opening the boot as he approached. He moved aside and Elias dumped her unceremoniously into the back of the empty trunk. He always kept his cards close to his chest, simply placing her in the trunk would not be the character he wanted to portray to Benjamin. They went back for the male, one taking either end and dumped him into the car next to the girl.

'Phase three,' Elias looked triumphantly to Benjamin.

'Phase three?' Benjamin asked.

'Get in the car and you'll see,' Elias spoke as he made his way to the drivers side and climbed in.

The car started and the shipping container got smaller and smaller in the rear view mirror. Benjamin looked over at him expectantly, but didn't say anything.

'Look behind you,' Elias grinned.

Benjamin turned to look over his shoulder out of the back window just in time to see a huge explosion where they had just been. The fire and smoke mushroomed above where the container once stood. Benjamin couldn't imagine any part of it being left.

The BAU

It had taken back-up fifteen minutes to get to the container. It had taken Emily one minute to get herself together enough to start forming a plan. After that they burst into action. The jet was commandeered, eight minutes of phone calls were made to Atlanta. They were still on their way to the container. It took Garcia a further two minutes to hack into their body-cams. The footage of the blast sight had played out on the monitor, as they arrived. Different cams showed them getting out of their cars. But it was dark, it wasn't very visible, maybe it didn't look like that really. No, it couldn't look like that in daylight and in person. The agents had held onto some glimmer of hope that it wouldn't be as catastrophic if they saw it in person. Stopping only for a second to grab their go bags from their desks they headed to the jet.

Excruciating, that's how Garcia, Emily, Rossi, and Tara would describe the journey. There was still no news. They sat in silence, each lost in their own personal scenarios. Each getting worse than the last. It was a relief when the wheels finally hit the tarmac. A SUV was waiting for them on the runway.

'Hi, I'm detective Jones,' alarm bells immediately started ringing for Emily. Since when did detectives come to pick them up from the airport.

'Detective, any news?' Emily stepped forwards holding her right hand out to the him. He took it shaking it firmly. Rossi could tell by the dishearten look in the detectives eye that the answer was no.

'I'm afraid not; but we're still looking,' he tried to remain optimistic, but it only filled the agents with dread.

'Shall we,' Emily nodded towards the car parked in front of them. The last thing she wanted to do right now was make small talk.

'Yes,' the detective looked nervous as he made his way to the car. He pulled open the the back door for the agents before him before getting into the drivers seat. Emily placed herself in the front, with Garcia, Rossi and Tara wordlessly sliding into the backseat. The blue lights were flicked on and the landscape between the airport and the blast sight rushed past them.

The last ray of hope died quickly as they exited the car. The air smelt burnt, smoke was still floating upwards in small clouds from debris that had not long been extinguished. Now it was daylight the real devastation could be seen. One by one the team joined Emily a few meters from the car to look out at what was left. The ground was blasted away in a large ten meter crater.

'There's no way they made it this far before the blast,' Tara voiced, and immediately regretted the words slipping out of her mouth. The devastation on her teams face, on her face, as they stood at the edge of the crater.

The ground fell away just a meter in front of their feet. They looked out onto the chaos that was unfolding in it. There were agents suited up and sorting through the scraps. It looked like they had just finished putting out the last of the fires, everything was still smokey. Deformed metal was scattered about, but you could barely work out it had been a shipping container. There was no chance of identifying anything that had been in it at this point.

'Have they been found?' Rossi spoke to the nearest officer. She looked sadly at the group in front of her.

'We've found remains,' Garcia's gasp punctuated the officers sentence, 'we haven't been able to identify them. It will have to be done at the lab;' she paused her voice coming out more quietly, 'there wasn't a lot left.'