Letters to Spencer Reid

13: when do we get a break

TW: mentions of knives, concussions, and blood

"Y/n, listen to me. When we arrive, if the unsub is there, he will not hesitate to get to you. You need to stay cautious, and do not put away your gun for any reason. Do you understand?" Hotch asks.

"Yes, I understand. I'm not worried about it," you say smiling, Spencer looks over at you with concern.

"Sir? His phone just turned on. He's not at the same location," Penelope claims through the phone.

"WELL WHERE THE HELL IS HE?" Derek yells through the phone. It's understandable that he's angry as he's always been protective over you, but this was a bit much. This case has gotten to everyone in all of the wrong ways.

"Morgan, you need to calm down." Rossi replies.

"I'm trying to get the location but this son of a bitch is good... he's somehow managing to change his location every fifteen seconds— I can't get a hold of it." Penelope says, the stress consistent in her voice.

"Garcia, we need the location." Emily insists. You take a deep breath looking out the window as Spencer grabs your hand. You look over at him mouthing 'it's okay' and smiling. Nothing bad was going to happen, but it's nerve wracking knowing you were supposed to go alone.

"Don't you think I know that? I'm trying hard to get  my way into his pho—" Penelope stops suddenly.

"Garcia?" JJ asks with concern.

"I got it! I got you, you son of a bitch. The address has been sent to everyone's phone," Penelope states, a wave of relief heard in her voice.

Arriving to the building, it was the only tip you guys had on this guy. He had moved seven states the past few weeks, making it impossible catch him, it wasn't even a guarantee that he'd still be there. Everyone gets out of the SUVs running through the entrance of the building, Hotch finding Derek.

"Hotch there's too much of this place to cover," Derek admits slightly sweating running his arm across his forehead.

"Alright. Morgan, y/l/n, you're coming with me, Dave, Prentiss, check upstairs, JJ and Reid, check the next floor up. We need to find him before he gets away again." Hotch commands, everyone nodding in response. Before splitting up, Spencer walks up to you quickly reaching for your hand.

"Be safe, please," he begs squeezing your hand. You grab your necklace nodding, as he smiles in response. "Okay good I-"

"Y/l/n! Let's go!" Hotch shouts from behind as you look back. Turning back to Spencer, you smile.

What was he going to say? Uh chile- anyways.

Following Derek and Hotch down a small hallway, each of you break off into different rooms. Looking around, you hear a distant 'clear' from the both of them, walking up to a door lowering your gun. Attempting to open it, the knob is locked. Shit. You quickly bust the door open with your leg Derek Morgan style, before aiming your gun up in front of you. Turning the corner speedily, you see the unsub and his new victim, holding a knife against her body, about to cut her open.

"FBI DROP THE KNIFE!" You yell capturing his attention, your heart beating through your chest.

"Well, look at you! You're so much better than any of the other disgusting rats I've found. You are... delectable!" He notes pushing the woman off of the table she was on. "There, a nice place for you!" You gulp as you turn off the safety of the gun, glancing at the women for a second. Is she breathing?