The Chase (Criminal Minds)

Destination

"Mr. Dallas?" Emily asked as they waited by the front door.

It had been three minutes since they first rang the doorbell.

Reid, losing his patience, firmly knocked on the door with his fist.

"FBI! We just need to talk!"

No answer.

"We're coming in!" Prentiss yelled through the door.

She was slightly scared as she took a few steps back. It had been years since she last kicked a door open. The team always left it to Morgan.

Right as she lifted her leg, she saw something move from inside the house. Staring intensely, she lost her balance and fell awkwardly against the door.

"What's wrong?" Reid asked hesitantly.

She continued to watch as she saw a shadow enter the kitchen.

"There's someone in there."

Reid pulled out his gun.

"Okay, I'll go in through the back door just in case."

Emily frowned.

"If he's home, why didn't he just answer the door? He doesn't have anything to hide."

"We all have our secrets," Reid concluded as he jogged towards the back of the house.

When he reached the back entrance, he noticed the metal handle that belonged to the screen door was rusted over. Pulling the sleeve of his shirt over his hand, he carefully swung it open. Reaching for the last door, he gently turned the knob.

It was unlocked.

If Dallas never used this door, why was it not locked?

Taking a step away from the entrance, he looked around for anything unusual.

He bent down to look in the many bushes that covered the side of the house and began investigating until he saw something out of the corner of his eye. He ignored it and continued working. They were in the country and it was dark out. It probably had just been an animal aimlessly wandering around the property.

He turned his attention back to the bushes.

Snap.

He drew his head back, instantly, and saw where the noise had come from.

Holding his gun out in front of him, he ran towards the shadow.

"Stop! FBI!" Reid shouted.

The barely visible figure stopped and turned around, showing his face.

Reid grabbed his flashlight and flicked it on.

"Agh!" The man yelled, blinded by the sudden ray of light. He quickly turned his head away as he sprinted towards the woods.

"Stop!" Spencer yelled one more time, in shock, before chasing after him.

In the few seconds he saw the man's face, he had recognized him.

It was Hunter Prescott.

What was Prescott doing in Dallas' backyard, let alone the state of Kansas?! They had just sent Morgan and Rossi to check out his house in Montana...

He stopped contemplating the situation as his mind finally put together the missing pieces of the case.

Hunter Prescott was their unsub.