Agents with Kids (Spencer Reid x reader)

Part 28

The conference room that the BAU had set up in is practically a revolving door for the remainder of the case. Everybody drops by at some point, but mostly to riffle through some files and book it once they find what they need. Reid stays for a while after a bus full of people were killed by the unsub. He's tasked with trying to understand the escalation. Between the two of you, the working theory is that the bus was chosen as a message for the team. Reid puts the numbers together and you feed Garcia what you've worked out. She calls you back in under five minutes, sounding panicked.

"The survivor? Foyet?" she reminds you. "You were right about the significance of the bus route. All of the street addresses matching the numbers of the stops are linked to his identities."

"I'll call Hotch." you offer. Bitterly, you add "He's hunting Foyet, and now he's taunting us."

While Garcia sends a full list of the survivor's addresses and aliases, you explain the finding to Hotch.

"We're going to have to split up and cover all of them."

JJ and Reid both haul ass out of the station.

You've never been pulled from a field operation before. When you're sitting at the table listening to the team's communications, you feel a pang of sympathy for Garcia. Plenty of cases involve some sort of chase, and she probably doesn't know what happened until the unsub is caught.

The news crackles into your ears that an agent is down. You try to recount whose voices you've heard most recently, but you can't focus on two things at a time. You opt to listen to the comms. For several minutes, there's just commotion.

Then Hotch is calling your name.

"Morgan was knocked unconscious. We're sending him in an ambulance to a hospital now. I need you to meet him at the emergency room and keep an eye on him. I'll send you the address. Got it?" His tone is tight and short.

"Got it." you confirm.

The emergency room receptionist directs you to have a seat. You flash your badge and ask about his condition again. This time, she agrees to send a nurse out to talk to you.

You wait for a minute with your head between your knees, trying to avoid the sterile fluorescence beating down on you.

"Agent?" a nurse approaches you. "He's alright, he'll be cleared to go in a few minutes."

You thank him. Your nerves have been calmed somewhat by the news that Morgan is fine, but you still want to see it to believe it.

Your phone buzzes with a text.

"Foyet is dead."

You hadn't met him, but Hotch had worked with him during the original investigation. By all accounts, he was a nice man who was about to get married and start a new life. He'd spent the last ten years running from the man who killed the love of his life and tried to kill him.

"C.O.D?" You send back. He could have been killed by whoever attacked Morgan, but it's possible he went into cardiac arrest, or killed himself, or any number of other ways to die.

"He bled out. There's at least two quarts of his blood on the floor. Unsub took the body with him."

Away from the field, you have more time to think about the killing than you would if you were on your feet. What a horrible way to die. You try to imagine seeing the man you've run from for ten years, the man who ruined your life, in your kitchen. You try to imagine the kind of injuries it would take to spill that much blood. You try to imagine how it would feel to die in the arms of that man as he drags your body out.