Decisions (4th Book in the Boss's Niece Series)

We Need To Find Her

*Reid's POV*

I had just witnessed what happened between John and Mel. Now, Mel was unconscious and John was no where to be seen.

I quickly called Hotch. It rang once before he answered.

"Hello?"

"I know who the UnSub is." I said. "Tobias has a brother. His name's John. That's who kidnapped Mel. He kidnapped her to get revenge on me for killing Tobias."

"Reid, how do you know this?" Hotch asked.

"He sent Mel's laptop a video chat request. I'm watching it right now. I'm gonna call Garcia and see if she can get an address for this. Have you been talking to Morgan and JJ?"

"I have." Hotch replied. "Haley's fine. There's no sight of anyone suspicious around the house and Morgan did a full sweep of the house. No cameras, so he wasn't watching you."

"Okay. I'll call you if I get anything else." I told him. "I've almost found her, Hotch."

"You better hurry. If this guy is copying what Tobias did to you, you've only got 12 hours."

"I know, sir. Bye." I hung up and quickly called Garcia again. When I heard the click meaning she answered, I didn't wait for one of her cheery responses. "Garcia, I need your help."

"Whoa, boy genius. Calm down." she said. "We're still looking into Tobias-"

"No need." I cut her off. "I know who the UnSub is. His name is John Hankel. He's Tobias' brother. Listen, he sent me a video chat request. I'm watching the video right now. Do you think there's anyway you can hack into Mel's laptop and find the address?"

"Honey, do you know who you're talking to. Give me the laptops IP address."

I quickly told her. I heard her usual fast typing, then a click. I looked at the computer screen to see that the mouse was moving on it's own.

"You're in." I confirmed.

"Alright. This might take a little while. It's just me at the moment." she stated. "But, I should be able to find where this dirty rat is."

There was more typing. I didn't realize I was biting my finger nails till I made my thumb bleed. Uncaring, I wiped the blood in my pants and continued to wait.

"Okay, I got the address and I'm sending it to your phone." she said. My phone vibrated. "There it is."

"Thanks so much, Garcia."

"Bring her home, Reid."

"I will."

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*Mel's POV*

*Flashback*

I leaned against the nursery doorway, watching Spencer trying to put together the crib for our baby. I was 8 months pregnant and Spencer would not let me help him at all.

"I have no idea what I'm doing." he finally stated.

"I've noticed." I teased. "Do you want some help?"

"Babe, you shouldn't be doing anything. You just go relax, okay? I can do this."

I crossed my arms, beginning to get frustrated with all this babying. Spencer looked up at me. He sighed and put the tools (Derek's tools, might I add) on the floor.

"I'm sorry. You can't blame me for being a little concerned about the baby." he said. "I mean, this is our first child after all."

I smiled.

"You're gonna be a good daddy." I told him. "I helped Uncle Aaron with his crib for Jack. It's not as hard as it seems, you're just not a handy man."

Spencer gave me a Haha-You're-So-Funny look.

"The instructions are all pictures. They're hard to read." he said, picking up the instructions booklet and passing it to me.

I looked over it a few times before kneeling down next to him.

"You're just looking at it wrong. Here look. These pieces go together, then this goes here." I said, grabbing the pieces to the crib and putting them together.

Spencer sighed and rubbed the back of his neck.

"I might need your help." he stated.

"You really need my help." I giggled.

*End of Flashback*

I groaned as I came back to life. My cheek was paining. I already knew there would be a bruise there. Maybe a black eye depending on where John hit me.

Speaking of John, he must have some sort of homing beaker on me for when I wake up because the moment everything was no longer blurry, he came in through the door and grabbed his gun.

"You hit a woman." I told him. "Where are your manners?"

He aimed the gun to my head. I stared him dead in the eye as he pulled the trigger. No bullet. I have to be careful. The next time he tries to shoot me might be the last time he'll have to try.

John put the gun down and turned to a table. He grabbed Dilaudid and a needle. I tried to stay calm, but I couldn't. I didn't want to be injected. I didn't want to die. I didn't want to lose hope, but I was beginning to.

John knelt down next to me and injected the Dilauded in the same spot he did before. I let out a small whimper, which caused him to chuckle evilly.

Everything began to go black. I looked at the camera. The light was on and red. I knew Spencer was probably watching.

"Spe-" I started, but soon blacked out once again.

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"It has been said, 'time heals all wounds.' I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone." -Rose Kennedy

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A/N: There is a huge possibility I might finish this story tonight. No guaranties.