TAKING CARE OF OUR OWN- Spencer Reid/Aaron Hotchner

Chapter 3: Rescue

~Aaron Hotchner's POV~

The entire team including Will was sitting in the Round table room working and gathering info.

AH: Can anyone tell me anything?

DM: The neighbours said that there was a SUV sitting in the street across from your house but they thought it was one of ours because of the government plates so they didn't think much of it.

PG: And I ran those plates but they're fake.

W: One of them said that a second SUV arrived just after seven and then the both of them drove off.

DR: I had one that heard gunshots and called 911 but the call couldn't go through because there wasn't any signal.

AH: So the second car got there after seven, you all left around seven. The government plates, signal blockers.

DR: Aaron?

AH: The meeting I had was about a security breach. This morning the FBI's secure network was hacked by someone very skilled but the IT guys caught it before they could get into any active cases but there was a suspicion that they got into personnel files. They said that we could relax because we didn't have any open cases that would warrant someone hacking us but I guess we were the targets.

JJ: But why Reid and the boys?

AH: The boys were probably only collateral and I don't think Reid was the target. They were at my house and when he got there they probably thought it was me.

DM: So why would someone be targeting you then?

AH: We don't have any active cases but I am consulting on three active cases and the only one jumping out at me right now is a drug case that the FBI took over from the DEA.

PG: Sir, there's a report here from the securities at the entrance. It says that they saw a black SUV outside and asked the driver what he was doing outside the building and he said that he was waiting for his wife and that was around three and I'm busy tracking surveillance footage but it seems that every camera in and around your neighbourhood stopped working around three this after but came back online after nine.

JJ: Reid left our place just before eight.

AH: Then he went to pick Jack up and get them food.

DM: We're getting nowhere with this. Hotch, anything about that case that drug case that could help?

AH: I don't know maybe... (Just then they heard a phone chiming) that's mine. (He took his phone out of his suit's inner pocket and opened it) It... it's from Jack?

DR: Read it out loud.

AH: 20 minutes from Taco Bell, train before 4, park, basement, one window. Drugs. Okay.

JJ: They're alright for now at least.

AH: Yes, I'm calling the FBI agent in charge of the drug base. Garcia, use that information to see if you can find a location.

PG: I'll try my best, sir.

AH: Excuse me. (He said making his call) He said he'll be here soon but he's having his files sent over and Jack's phone is off again.

PG: There are 19 locations that match what Reid sent, I'm going to check if there's any footage.

DM: And when those files get here, we can go through them and see if any of the locations known to them fit with what Reid said.