Room by room the warehouse was cleared. Unable to fire his weapon, Reid followed Morgan's instructions, keeping close to his friend. Spencer could almost will himself to forget where he was and pretend this was just another day of chasing after Morgan around a darkened crime scene.

The illusion was quickly broken by the appearance of one of his father's men. Sensing something behind him he pivoted around just in time to spot a flash aimed at his head. He clumsily dropped to his knees and rolled for cover thankful that his FBI instincts were kicking in.

"Morgan, Hotch?" Reid shouted, needing to know if they were okay.

When he didn't get a reply he shuffled to the edge of the table he was using for cover. He poked his head out long enough for another round to whizz past. This time it was close enough to graze his shoulder. He ducked back undercover praying that the others were doing the same. There was silence for a second. The only thing Spencer could hear was his own panting. Then the sound of a step coming from behind him, followed by another.

This was it, Reid thought as he clutched his weapon closer. For all he knew these steps belonged to his father ready to end him just like he had done to so many law enforcement before him. He took a shaky breath, looking at the gun in his hand, would he be able to use it? He wouldn't have to wait long to find out. The steps approached the table were getting closer and closer until they were practically on top of him but before they could reach him a crash followed by a thud engulfed the room.

"Spencer" Hotch called out to him, concerned.

Reid jumps out in time to see Morgan and Hotch standing over a now disarmed and unconscious figure.

"Nice decoy trick" Morgan grinned at him. "I was able to slip behind him while he was focusing on you. Knocked the old boy out no problem. While Hotch grabbed his gun and the back up one stuffed in his waistband" Morgan's proud expression fell as he took in Reid.

"Is that blood?" Morgan reached out towards Spencer's shoulder where beneath his torn shirt a streak of red was slowly creeping through the fabric. Spencer could feel Hotch's gaze fix in on the arm.

Spencer's fingers subconsciously brush over the wound causing him to jump, only now registering the pain.

"I'm fine" He tried to sound convincing.

Morgan only raised an unconvinced eyebrow at him.

"I'm not buying that for a second"

"I'm a doctor and I'm telling you that I'm okay" He huffed.

Hotch was silently ripping the bottom of his own shirt.

"Don't think I don't know that your not a doctor of medicine" Morgan grumbled.

Hotch without saying a word tightly wrapped his arm in the fabric causing Spencer to hiss under his breath. They'd both been in this position too many times.

"Go deal with him, Morgan" Hotch nodded towards the figure on the floor.

"I don't care what you are going to say Spencer, you are getting that seen too." Hotch whispered.

"It's nothing, just an oversized paper cut, '' Reid attempted to reason.

"It may be the equivalent of a paper cut but I want to hear that from the medical professionals not you" Hotch flexed his Dad voice stopping Spencer's arguing for now.

Instead he watched as Derek leaned down to pluck their assailant's wrist up, clipping it with his handcuffs and attaching him to a nearby radiator.

The movement caused the man's head to drop to the side. His greying hair fell out of his face and for the first time Spencer was able to see his face. Lucky Morgan and Hotch were too busy ensuring that the man was restrained and his wound was dressed properly to see Spencer's shocked expression.

He knew this man.

His hair was greyer than Spencer recalled, his figure rounder but he was still easy to recognise as one Bobby Bee, an older member of Doyle's crew. He had always been around when Spencer was small but other than the odd pick up with his nanny when his father was stuck on a job he had little to do with the towering figure. Bobby was shorter now or was he just bigger? One thing that hadn't changed were the man's arms, it was clear to see the strongly defined muscles he was known for. Bobby prized himself on his strength and building up his muscles. Spencer had read in one of the FBI files about a time when Bobby had ripped a car door clean off of a car to get to a fleeing man hiding inside. The man was never seen again. Make no mistake Bobby Bee was deadly.

Morgan finished checking Bobby over and Hotch instructed Spencer to call it in. This kick started Spencer's mind, focusing on the task at hand.

It took everything Spencer had to keep his voice even as he called in their situation to Easter.

"He's out cold, but should be fine. We've got one more room to clear and then I'm dragging you to an ambulance to get that arm looked at" Morgan stated sternly, While Hotch wore an expression that dared Spencer to try and argue with him.

"Fine, after the last room" Reid begrudgingly admitted to himself that the stinging was becoming more noticeable now that the adrenaline was starting to wear off. Hotch nodded in agreement accepting his answer.

Angry shouting and distant gunshots came from down the dark hallway that they had just come from. This caught all their attention and then nothing.

Silence.

No more words needed to be spoken between the group. With Bobby secured, they moved on towards where the commotion had come from. They crept down the dimly lite hallway until they came to the final room off of the corridor.

Rossi and JJ were already at the entrance getting into formation. Morgan threw open the door to allow Hotch, Rossi and JJ entry before turning a supportive nod to Reid as they both marched into the room, weapons drawn.


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