𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 criminal minds

ch.6

Penelope snored lightly as she leaned back in her seat fast asleep. She had a blanket covering her body and all her computers running through algorithms. Right beside her in another seat was Spencer, the man had his head rested in his hand with his hair thrown in his face.

The woman's computers had been working for the past 12 hours as was the team.

"Penelope! I've got a name, I-" Elle walked into the den and stopped in her tracks. She saw the two agents fast asleep and furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.

The brunette took a step forward and slowly moved her hand to Penelope's shoulder. She placed it and within a second Penelope jumped in her seat. The blanket that was once on the blonde's body was now on the floor.

"What is wrong with you people?!" Penelope fumed. Her eyebrows were creased and her body slowly sat up in the chair correctly.

"What is-" Spencer mumbled under his breath. He lifted his head from his hand and saw two women staring at him.

"I've got a name..." Elle stated then lifted a paper. The brunette flickered her eyes between the other agents as they processes the information.

"Well- I- Give it!" Penelope stuttered, she sat up in the seat and pushed herself towards the desk of computers.

"Ok ok! Kyle Jones," Elle placed the file next to Garcia and hovered over her shoulder to see what came up.

The room fell quiet as Garcia searched up everything she could on this guy. After a few seconds, a profile popped up on the screen. Garcia shouted in excitement which made Spencer get up from his seat.

"I found him! Kyle Jones," Garcia exclaimed. She clicked her mouse a few times before a more detailed rundown of the man showed up. "I've tracked his cell, it's only a few miles away from here."

"Great, send the team the info," Elle stood up correctly and nudged Reid for him to follow. "Let's go."

With the new information, Spencer and Elle rushed out to tell the team. It was the first good lead they found in the past 12 hours and Elle prayed it would be solid.

•

Within 30 minutes, the cars came to a stop in the driveway of Kyle's cell location. Emily was the first to rush out with Elle trailing close behind.

They had discussed the plan on the way and knew what positions they were supposed to be in. Emily, Elle, and Hotch to the front. Spencer, Derek, and Alex to the back.

The agents got in their positions and waited for the 'go-ahead' from Hotch to break down the doors. Hotch took point and stood in front of the door while Elle and Emily stood on the side.

"Kyle Jones! FBI, open up!" he shouted. He waited for a response in silence before nodding his head for Elle to open the door.

In a swift movement, Elle swung the door open and Hotch stepped in with Emily behind him. As they walked in, Derek broke the door down for Spencer and Alex to enter.

They searched each room of the one-story home and shouted clear in defeated tones. A few seconds after, they all regrouped in the living space of the home. Derek walked up and held a small cell phone in his hand, he handed it to Hotch and looked around in disgust.

"There's no one here Hotch," Derek pointed out. Emily scoffed at the obvious statement and stepped out of the circle to investigate the place.

"Well someone was, these bowls of cereal were poured today," Alex said, she pointed at the bowls on the coffee table and raised her brows. The team all nodded their heads and looked at Hotch for instructions.

"Morgan, have Garcia track Beau Wiley's cell," the man looked over at Elle and nodded his head slightly. Derek saw the motion and furrowed his eyebrows. He pulled out his phone anyways and dialed Garcia. Within a few seconds, she answered.

"Did you find her?" she asked worriedly. Her voice was distorted and made Derek flinch as he put the phone on speaker.

"No mama, can you do me a favor?" Derek put one hand on his hip and held the phone up with the other. He waited for a response while Hotch stepped away from the group.

The agent went out the front door and took in the view of the neighborhood. It was quiet with a few kids playing on the streets but one thing he noticed immediately was a man peaking through a window.

He took a step off of the porch and saw the man retreat inside. It raised his attention and he went down to ask a few questions. He walked across the street, making sure to check his surroundings, and then walked up to the front door of the house.

He knocked three times before stepping back for an answer. His movements were limited and quiet as he heard indistinct conversation inside. Hotch put his hand to his gun and took a step forward to try and listen.

Just as he did, the door opened. He flinched back and saw a man blocking the view of the house.

"What do you want?" he inquired. His tone was irritated and his eyes squinted due to the sun.

"Uh, I could help but notice you peaking out of your window. I'm SSA Aaron Hotchner with the FBI, do you know a man named Kyle Jones?" Hotch pulled out his badge and held it up for the man to see.

"Jonesy? Of course, I know him, what's it to you?" the man held his position and moved the door a bit to block the entrance.

"Just wanna know, when's the last time you saw him?" Aaron questioned, he shifted his weight and saw a gun in the man's hand. He kept his composure and looked the man in his eyes.

"I don't know, he always coming and going. Listen, I got things to do, are we done?" the man began shutting the door before Hotch stopped it with his foot.

"Actually, would it be okay if I came in? I have a few more questions," Hotch put his hand to his holster which made the man inside flinch.

He revealed the gun and saw Hotch widen his eyes. Hotch unholstered his weapon and went to aim it at the man but instead was shot at. The bullets fired into his chest and caused him to fall back. The man inside was now outside with the gun pointed at him.

He hovered over Hotch's limp body and put the safety of the gun back on. He let it cool down before he put it in the back of his pants. He saw a group of agents running towards his house and retreated inside.

As soon as the door shut, he was met with a small boy clutching to the unconscious body of a woman. He growled at the situation he was in and ran over to the two, as he did, the boy looked away in fear.

The man pushed the boy and bent down to pick up the woman. He grabbed her arms to pull her up then threw her over his shoulder. He took ahold of the boy's hand and dragged him to the back door. The three were out of the house just before Spencer broke the door down.

Alex, Elle, and Spencer rushed in to find an empty living space. There were no couches or tables in the house. All the walls were knocked down so the entire building was open for everyone to see. Elle noticed a piece of cloth on the floor and immediately recognized it to be her son's.

Jeremy was in the house and they missed him by a few seconds.