Façade//Spencer Reid

19. Down with a fight

SPENCER
As instructed, Morgan, Rossi, Hotch and I stood at the entrance to the massive mansion, all of us taking a moment to see if there were any armed assailants nearby. Peeking through the large windows, the whole entrance seemed empty, and lucky for us, the front door happened to be unlocked.

"3...2...1..." Morgan counted before he hastily opened the door before aiming his gun. One thing we had agreed on was not letting anyone inside know that the FBI were coming. The element of surprise would be our biggest help, if we managed to keep it.

Morgan made his way to the staircase. Rossi started to check lower floor rooms to the left of the entrance, while Hotch checked the kitchen and surrounding rooms to the right of the entrance.

"Damn. There's at least...3 floors to cover." Morgan exhaled, looking up the large staircase.

"Hotch! There's at least 3 floors to cover." I watched as Hotch walked over to us, his gun lowered, but still out.

"Okay. Rossi and I will go and warn Elle and Emily. We're all gonna cover the upper floors of the house with S.W.A.T. Wait for our signal, then head down to the basement." Hotch explained.

"There's a freaking basement?!" Morgan gasped.

"Yep. This is one large mansion." Hotch nodded.

After another 30 minutes, Hotch, Rossi, Elle and Emily made their way back down the stairs, S.W.A.T. following them.

"All 3 floors have been checked and they're empty. That leaves the basement." Rossi exhaled. Nodding, Morgan and I prepped before making our way down to the basement.

The first notable thing about this basement was how large it was. It had been separated into 3 spaces, so there were 3 possible places for Y/N to be. The moment we stepped onto the stone floor, 3 of Marco's men noticed me and Morgan, all 3 of them raising their gun. Morgan and I ran, intending to take them down before a gunshot sounded. I managed to get the first man down, with the help of one of the S.W.A.T. Agents. Morgan got the second guy down and the second S.W.A.T. Agent got the third man down. All 3 men were arrested and taken upstairs.

"What do we do now? There are 3 doors, Y/N and Marco behind one of them. If we get this wrong, Y/N's life is done." I looked at Morgan, who exhaled, lowering his gun.

"You're right, kid. We need to think this through." Morgan shook his head.

For the next 2 minutes, Morgan and I weighed our options. One of the doors led to the biggest space in the basement, which would be optimal for torture. The thought of Y/N being tortured sent a really bad chill down my spine. I hated the idea of her suffering.

"I say we choose the second door on our left." Morgan pointed to the door.

"Alright. Let's hope Y/N's in there." I nodded, watching as Morgan prepped. He stood far from the door, clearly intending to knock it down and surprise Marco.

"3...2...1..." Morgan counted to himself before his leg raised, his foot making - what looked to be painful - contact with the door in front of him.

"FBI!" Both Morgan and I shouted, but to our fear, the space was empty. We flashed our lights, trying to figure out what this space was used for. After a few moments, we heard footsteps and got angry, running after Marco, who had clearly used this time as his escape.

"Marco! FBI!" I shouted, seeing Marco run up the stairs and through his house with Y/N tied up in front of him. She was severely bruised. Her wrists were tied together with rope, a large piece of duck-tape covering her mouth. She had clearly been crying, as her cheeks were puffy and her eyes were red.

"You're surrounded, Marco! There's nowhere to run!" Morgan threatened, both our guns raised.

By this time, Marco stood behind a glass table. Rossi, Emily, Elle, Hotch, Morgan and I all had our guns aimed at him. S.W.A.T. stood behind us, their guns raised as well.

"I should have never trusted a weak girl with the tasks of a killer. A real killer, a man, would've been able to get away with murder undetected. This bitch is useless." Marco growled.

"If I'm going down, you're going down with me, bitch." Marco pulled Y/N's head, so now her head was jolted back, her neck exposed.

"Did you know that Y/N has killed over 30 people?! I've never killed anyone a day in my life." Marco tried making Y/N guiltier than him, but it wasn't working.

"Give it up, Marco. We know everything. We know how you killed her entire family because her father refused to kill. We know how you forced her into a life of contract killing and forced her to have a kid. We know that you've paid her thousands of dollars to do your dirty work. We know that you're the mastermind behind the murders, not Y/N." Elle scoffed.

"Rat." Marco growled, almost whispering in her ear.

Without hesitation or warning, Marco pushed her with enough force for her body to smash the glass table. She fell to the floor, glass shattering around her. As for Marco, the moment Y/N wasn't in his grasp, he bolted, jumping through one of the glass windows.

Morgan didn't hesitate to run after Marco, not intending to let the asshole get away. As for me, I immediately rushed to Y/N's side, trying to get her away from the pile of glass.

"Y/N! Y/N!" I called out her name, watching as her eyes tried to stay open.

"We need a medic!" I shouted, watching in my peripheral as Hotch grabbed his satellite phone and called 911. I quickly untied Y/N's wrists, watching as they fell to the floor. I removed the duck-tape from her mouth, seeing her taking deep breaths in.

Managing to get her away from the glass, I inspected the damage caused. Since Marco took her, she sustained many bruises on both her arms, cuts, - most likely from a knife - her legs were also bruised, but probably worse than her arms. Her face was red from crying and there looked to be a cut on her cheek and a few smaller bruises. The glass from the table had cut just above her eyebrow, a tiny shard sticking out. A few larger shards stuck out on her arms, one large shard stuck in her leg. Her wrists were red, and most likely going to be extremely bruised for a while.

After a lot of whimpering and yelps of pain from Y/N, an ambulance had arrived, Y/N immediately being put onto a stretcher. As for Marco, Morgan - who was very out of breath - walked back to the group with Marco handcuffed, the cuffs as tight as they could go. He was wriggling, trying to escape, but his arms suddenly being held by two S.W.A.T. Agents seemed to stop him.

"Hotch!" We heard a yell coming from Elle.

"What is it?" Hotch questioned.

"I went down to the basement, y'know, to see if I could find any more evidence of Marco running a human trafficking ring. Y/N was definitely not his first victim, and certainly wasn't his last." Elle furrowed her eyebrows in worry, Hotch following her.

GENERAL
Spencer - with Hotch's permission - rode in the ambulance with Y/N, helping keep her calm. As for the rest of the team, they followed Elle. She opened the other two rooms, revealing at least 20 other men, women and children who were found in similar condition to Carter.

One man in particular stood out.

"A- Are you here to help?" He asked.

"Yes, we are. What's your name?" Elle asked.

"I'm Jamie. Jamie Anderson. Please, save us. We don't want to work for him." He begged, almost breaking down into tears.

With help from S.W.A.T., the team got each and every man, woman and child out from the basement, putting them into the back of a S.W.A.T. van to get them to back to Quantico safely.