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*Catching a Killer*

*Catching a Killer*

(Reid's P.O.V)

"What do you think our Unsub was threatening George about?" I asked Amelia as we sat at the back of the black SUV, speeding through the roads of Quantico at a roaring pace.

"I don't know. But more importantly, why? Has Oswell and his family done something in the past to anger the killer?"

I pondered the situation for a while, but nothing ingenious hit me. It was somewhat of a dead end. The best hope we had was that our Unsub was at Oswell's house. Although, preferably without another dead person on his hands.

We arrived there in a matter of minutes, jumping out of the car and drawing our weapons with professional speed. We took a slow approach, however. We didn't want to startle the Oswells if all was as it should be. Hotch took the left of the door; Morgan on the right. Amelia and I stood by the car, waiting to see if the Oswells would answer after Derek knocked three times.

Nothing.

I glanced wearily at Amelia.

"Windows are open. Car's in the drive. They must be home," she hissed as we moved closer to the house.

Morgan knocked again.

"Wait! There's movement upstairs!" My eyes travelled upwards and, sure enough, three shadows were prancing about. Violently.

"Let's go!" Without hesitation, Morgan's foot collided with the door, flinging it open impressively. Amelia looked slightly taken aback as we poured into the house.

"That's Morgan for you," I muttered as I sped past her. She still wasn't qualified for a gun, so I gestured for her to stay behind me at all times.

I felt her heavy breathing on the back of my neck as I walked slowly up the steps. Shaky breaths. I suppose none of us knew what to expect.

I was on the landing, Hotch in front. We paused at each door, listening intently. Nothing until we reached the last room. There was a heated argument taking place inside, then a plea of help.

Then a scream.

Hotch thudded into the door, slamming it open, and flung himself into the room, his gun swinging wildly to target the Unsub; the middle-aged man wielding the gun.

Behind, Amelia sucked a sharp breath, sticking close to me. I moved farther into the room, positioning my gun at the killer's head.

Our Unsub; a man, perhaps fourty-five, with dirty blonde hair and sharp features. His hands trembled slightly, his fingers fidgeting, his grip on the gun, loose, aimed at a whimpering young woman. He was nervous. Not confident. Meaning he was reckless and clumsy; even more dangerous.

"Put the gun down," Hotch demanded, eyeing the Unsub fiercely.

He faltered. A subtle movement. A jolt of the hand, sharp intake of breath.

Still, he did not release his grip.

"Put... the gun... down." Hotch's voice was dangerously low, a hint of caution. Danger.

I gulped. He still made no move to drop it. His finger twitched dangerously close to the trigger.

"Please," the woman whispered, clasping her hands. "Please let me go. She's not your daughter."

Daughter? I suddenly became aware of a younger figure in the room, crouched in the corner, by an armchair. She was crying, her face strained with panic.

"YES, SHE IS!" The man exploded, regaining control over his gun. He took a step closer.

"Drop the gun now. Or I'll shoot."

His forehead was beaded with sweat. His breathing was shallow.

He didn't know what to do. He was debating.

Hotch's eyes were furious, now, intense. The tension in the room grew.

"I said... drop the gun!"

A long sigh. Then the man slowly crouched and deposited the gun on the carpeted floor. His hands shook. He remained crouched, facing us.

Hotch lowered his weapon. A pause. Then Amelia suddenly snatched the weapon from my hand, just as the killer lunged for his own.

Bang!

The Unsub collapsed to the floor with a yelp, clutching his shoulder where the blood was pooling.

"Arrest him, now!"

*These chapters range from incredibly short - like the last one - to incredibly long - like this one. I think I either get really carried away sometimes, or I just can't think of what else to write but really want to update. Do you mind if I mix it up a little? Haha. Also, d'you want more chapters in Reid's P.O.V, or should I just stick to Amelia?

Oh, and one last thing. I realised this case was only super short and it wasn't exactly a proper serial killer or anything; I just wanted to write it as a little starter before we get to the main case, just to make it a little more interesting, y'know. Okay. That's all! Thanks for reading! :)*