Justice

BAU Helps...Well Tries To Help

Chapter 13

Thunder’s POV

The BAU showed up about two minutes later. Boss must have given them headsets because I could hear them talking.

“Nice of you guys to finally get here.” Boss. “We need one of you guys to try talk. He wants Ed, but given the circumstances he shouldn’t be out there.”

“Morgan, you try it.” Hotch said in his no nonsense don’t question me voice.

“Not that I won’t do it, Hotch. But why me?” Morgan asked. “Reid would seem less threatening.”

“Someone he loved was shot. You guys have a common ground.”  As Hotch said these words I nodded to myself, remembering that Morgan’s father was shot when he was young.

I decided to pipe in. “We have your back Morgan. Sam, Spike, Wordy, and I all have eyes on him. We’ll tell you the reactions you can’t see. Just get on the phone and talk.”

There was silence then, “Hello Mr. Mills I’m SSA Derek Morgan with the FBI’s Behavioral Analysis Unit.”

I heard his reply through the wall. Wow can this guy yell. “I don’t want to talk to the BAU. I want to talk to Officer Lane.”

“Well Mr. Mills. I can’t exactly let you do that when you’re threatening his family. So why not just talk to me?”

 “I’m not talking to the BAU. You guys set me up.”

“How did we set you up?”

“I was asked to come in for an interview with one of your agents. Instead I’m given an interrogation by a SRU officer.”

“I’m sorry you feel that way. The thing is, Thunder used to work with us. And when she brought us the case we told her we might be asking her to assist. Running an interview seemed like a good way for her to help. If it felt like interrogation, well that’s how she is with pretty much everybody.”

Mills paused. With Morgan’s apology he didn’t have a reason not to talk to him anymore. After considering his options he went with a classic, “You just don’t get it.”

“Actually I do. My father was a cop in Chicago. And one day he got shot and killed right in front of me. I get it man. It hurts to lose someone you love. But this isn’t how you pick up the pieces.”

“I couldn’t stand by and watch as my daughter’s killer walked. And I couldn’t watch other cops walk for doing the same thing. They had to know what it’s like. I was giving justice.”

“This isn’t justice. It’s holding two innocent people hostage. How is that justice?”

“He’ll feel the pain I felt.” As he replied Mills readjusted his grip on the gun.

“Did you ever stop and put yourself in his shoes? He had to shoot a young girl. He has to live with that. How would that feel if you were in that position?”

He wasn’t listening. “I wouldn’t have taken the shot in the first place.” He shifted his position. “Now if Officer Lane doesn’t come out if that command truck in five minutes I’m going to shoot his son in the head. If he doesn’t come out five minutes after that his wife is next.” He then hung up.

The headsets were then filled with the sound of Ed cursing, and running out of the truck only to be stopped by Greg.

“I think you should let him do it.”  Morgan said. “This guy isn’t talking to anyone else.”

“Alright.” Greg said giving in. “But Wordy and Thunder are covering you. And this happens only is he walks out of that house for a face to face. If that doesn’t happen we go in hard tactical.”