𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓭 ➵ 𝓼. 𝓻𝓮𝓲𝓭

Chapter 30: She's A Traitor

YOUR FATHER PACES around the living room, his gun waving around in the air as he talks.

"This took me a while to plan - if you hadn't of run off to the FBI and left me, then this wouldn't of happened..."

"You were murdering people," you scoff, "Or maybe you forgot."

He jerks forward, "I didn't forget, no no, in prison, the only thought that got me through the day was returning home and having my family back."

"You can't have it back," you spit angrily, "She's gone."

He pauses and stops gesturing with his gun, "But you aren't."

You furrow your brows at his words - shouldn't he have said 'but you aren't yet'? This was the deal, you exchange your life so Cora could live, but now you are starting to believe differently.

"So what's your plan?" You finally ask.

He grins, "My plan? We get out of this place and set up in Texas."

"You really think that all those officers and FBI out there are going to just let you walk out of here?"

He nods eagerly, "Trust me, they will."

Outside, Spencer is listening to the video, and it bugs him that he can't see you. But from what your father has said, there's no evidence for what he's really planning.

Officers begin running back and forth from other officers, like they're passing on information. The team who are grouped together in a circle share confused glances before Hotch manages to stop one of the officers in their tracks.

"What's going on?" He asks urgently.

The officer looks around before answering, "There's been a bomb threat at a nearby diner."

"It's fake! Don't go." Spencer tries to reason, but it's no use as all the police cars speed off, all in the direction of the diner.

"I guess we're finding out his plan..." JJ sighs uselessly.

The group of six are left to stand there uselessly as you watch them out of the curtained window through a small crack.

"So, you're plan worked with the police officers, but did you really think they'd leave?" You taunt, bouncing your leg on the floor.

Your father shakes his head as if he doesn't even believe his own words, "No, I knew. And you replaced me."

"Replaced you?" You scrunch up your nose and lean forwards in your seat, your voice quiet but venomous, "Why would I want two of you?"

He furrows his brows in anger and brings the gun down over your head, knocking you out of the chair.

From the impact of the hit, you can sense your body wanting to lose consciousness but you know if you do, your chances of making it out alive slim down.

You crawl onto all fours on the carpet, one hand touching the back of your head. As you look at the hand, you see a small amount of blood on your fingers. You groan and push yourself back up, but not before being dragged to your feet by your father.

He has a hard grip on your hair as he drags you to the hallway and cautiously opens the front door, positioning his body behind your own.

All of the team draw their guns at the sight, but none of them can get a clear shot without harming you.

You feel the cold barrel get pressed against your neck as your father shouts, "If I hear one gunshot, she's dead."

Spencer begins to holster his gun as he takes a few steps forwards, and you try to uselessly shake your head but he doesn't stop.