Copycat//Criminal Minds FanFic

Discovery

Reid stumbled through the woods. He was extremely short of breath after only having walked for five minutes. Symptoms of deluded overdose include... Reid stopped himself from thinking any further. He concentrated instead on keeping his balance. He was dizzy and his knee was throbbing with pain. Muscle weakness, shallow breathing, dizziness, fainti- STOP IT! He told himself firmly. He wasn't going to give up. Not yet. Overcome with nausea, he stopped and vomited on the side of the path. The man stopped for a second, waited till Reid was done, then continued to pull him roughly by the chain attached to Reid's shackles.

"Where is he?!?" Morgan cried in frustration.

"Calm down. We need to think clearly about this," Hotch reminded him.

Morgan fumed.

"Can you find anything Garcia?" Rossi asked.

"I found a website for rentable cabins in the area..."

"What does it say?" JJ asked.

"I'm looking, I'm looking."

The short silence stretched out for a century.

"Okay, it looks like a cabin was rented out about three months ago to someone and it's currently still in his, or her, possession," Garcia said.

"That seems about the right time for Fuchs to come down so he could pick his victim," Morgan said.

The rest of the team nodded in agreement.

"The cabin belongs to a person with the name Rebecca Jane. She apparently lives near Quantico, so that's probably how Fuchs got set up with her," Garcia's eyes were scanning the page fast enough to rival Reid's super reading.

"Does it list an address?" Hotch questioned.

"No, but there is a phone number." Garcia turned the laptop to show Hotch.

Hotch dialed. The phone ringing could be heard even without speaker phone, the room was so quiet.

"Hello?" came a muffled female voice.

"Yes, this is Agent Hotchner. I'm with the FBI and I'm afraid that the case we're working on requires your assistance."

"Me?"

"Yes."

"Wh-what can I do?"

"I need to know the address of your cabin."

"My cabin?"

"Yes, it's believed that there is a kidnapper renting your cabin. He has a hostage right now. I need to know where it's located."

"Oh! Uh, yeah, sure. You ready?"

"Yes," Hotch said, accepting a paper pad and pencil from Prentiss. He scribbled the address down.

"Thank you."

"No problem. I hope you find this guy, and whoever he's got."

"Me too." Hotch hung up the phone. "Let's go."

Morgan made a move, but Garcia pushed him back into a sitting position. "No. You're going to sit this one out. I can't have you get shot again."

"But Reid-"

"Reid has the rest of the team," Garcia said firmly. "He'll be fine."

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Where am I going to take him?

Far enough away that they won't be able to find him.

But if they can't find him, how is this going to work?

They'll feel like they have to split up. Once that happens, you can pick them off one by one.

I see.

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Reid shivered. A slight drizzle had started and he was soaked. He had tried talking to Fuchs, to reason with him, but Fuchs hadn't responded.

"Please, can we stop and rest?" Reid attempted yet again.

No response.

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The team flew out of the SUV. Hotch and Rossi ran through to the front door of the cabin and stood on either side. Hotch nodded. Rossi opened the door and Hotch stepped into the doorway, gun raised.

Prentiss followed them inside. Fuchs wasn't there. Reid wasn't there. The chair sat empty.

Hotch walked over to the camera and stood in front of it. "Garcia, we found the cabin and we're going to track them. Call the police and tell them our location."

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"Gotcha," Garcia said to the laptop screen. She let Morgan do the honors.

"Handel? It's SSA Morgan. They found the cabin and their trying to find Reid now... Yes, send back up." Morgan gave the address and hung up. "I hope they get to the team in time. Something about this just doesn't sit right with me."

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Prentiss was the one to find the trail.

"You guys go, I'll stay here and tell the cops where to go once they get here," Rossi volunteered.

Prentiss and Hotch nodded their agreement before setting off through the rain.

Hotch turned back. "Be careful."

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Reid coughed. His headache was back and he couldn't think straight. He had no idea where they were or where they had been. Please, find me. Save me.

What do you think? Give the worst. Okay... Maybe not the worst but tell me the truth. I can take it... maybe... I'm no Reid...

I can feel the end coming... Whether it's going to be good or bad remains to be seen... Hopefully good, though.