Insomnia | Spencer Reid

Chapter 12

"Drugging the food is not an option because of the children. We have to go in," Hotch said, covering the food with the container's lid.

Rossi nods. "The best time to hit them is when they're least mentally prepared."

An agent walked in, contributing to the plan. "At 3 a.m., biorhythms are at their lowest point."

People were putting food in containers, and they were packing it quickly. Some were serving the food while others placed it neatly in a box so it wouldn't spill.

"We need a diversion, something that plays into his expectations," Derek said, looking up at the board, marker in hand.

"Cyrus brought up Waco."

"Right," Rossi nods, trailing off.

"I know exactly how to use that. We need some Humvees." He said, walking out.

"The plan depends on Daniella and Reid to separate the diehards from the followers," Hotch said, writing on the board and circling a few things that were already written.

Derek moved his hand. "And delay Cyrus' diehards from reacting to our assault."

Hotch shook his head, and the agent was on the phone. He didn't have much interest in Cyrus; he just wanted his agents and the women, men, and children safe.

"That's not my main concern," Hotch says. "Reid and Daniella know what they need to do."

Derek began to spin in his chair, quietly mocking him. "So, what is your concern?"

Hotch turned to him. "Letting them know when we're coming. The whole thing hinges on them being ready for us at 3 a.m.

Hotch looks around and grabs a tin foil cover. "Perfect."

Derek pats Hotch on the back. "Let's hope it's just that easy."

They watched as the officer delivered the food, and they moved the small antenna for signal. The sun was finally setting and it was soon to be dark.

Daniella tried to move the blinds with her shoe, instantly regretting not wearing shoes like Prentiss. She let out a sigh, trying again until she finally managed to pry it open.

"If you can hear me, for the love of God," she breathed out. "I know you're coming. I can try to gather the women and children down to the tunnel, but I need to know when you're coming. "

The antenna moved to where there was sound.

Derek was circling things on the map when the agent came up to him.

"What is it?" Derek asked.

"It's Kenyon, she's talking to us," he said, turning on the walkie-talkie.

"If you can hear me, I know you're coming, but I need to know when you're coming so I can get the women and children to the tunnel."

Derek looked at everyone, and the agent looked at him. He grabbed some binoculars and he grabbed the car keys, just in case.

"Let's go," he said.

Derek followed the agent, and Daniella winced a bit before licking her lips, muttering a quick motherfucker under her breath when she hit herself on the window sill.

"I can try to get the women and children down to the tunnel, but I need to know when you're coming," she sighed.

Derek and the agent ran a bit and hid behind a stack of hay, Derek using the binoculars to see her foot, propped open the blinds.

"I need to know when you're coming," She sighed as she repeated. If you can hear me, I need to know—

She saw a red laser on her shoe, and she turned to the wall feeling very relieved.