тнe rυѕѕιan doll || spencer reid

EIGHTEEN

As soon as the team got off the phone with Garcia, they all raced to the locker room to get suited up for the takedown of their unsubs. Giselle was nearly bursting with adrenaline- something she hadn't felt on a case in a really long time. Something inside of her was changing at the BAU. She felt more connected to her work- more engulfed in her profession. That was something she hadn't felt since she was first promoted to unit chief of the HTF. Giselle had always known that she was going to be important- but there were many moments in her time at the FBI where she forgot why she was doing it all in the first place.

Saving victims who didn't think they would have a chance, studying ways to get ahead of disasters before they worsen, and taking down the people who made the world a dangerous place. At the BAU, Giselle felt like she was reaching an epiphany- not just in her personal life, but in her career as well. She finally had begun to realize why she was here in the first place.

After the team had gotten suited up, they all piled into the SUV and set out to arrest these men. Giselle could only hope that Stephanie was still alive. If Salters had screwed up and told his son that they were coming, it would throw the entire investigation and Stephanie's life out the window. But they could only hope that he was dedicated enough to his job and the law not to do that. 

When the team was about halfway to the house, Hotch got a phone call from Garcia. He picked it up and put it on speaker. 

"Yeah, Garcia?"

"You might be upset with me for doing this, but I put a tracker on Chris's phone so that we could see if he left the house..."

"And?"

Hotch spoke, gripping his hands tightly on the steering wheel.

"He just left the house and is now heading north."

With that, Hotch furiously whipped his head to the side to look at Salters.

He had tipped them off. 

"Did you really intervene with a federal investigation in order to bail out your son?"

Hotch spoke with a tone that none of them had ever heard before. He was pissed. 

Salters didn't respond. He kept his glance firm on the road ahead of him, avoiding eye contact with Hotchner at all costs. Even though Hotch was driving the car, he still attempted to initiate eye contact with Salters. Giselle was impressed with how well he could drive a car without even looking at the road- but that was besides the point. 

Salters was about to get his ass whooped. 

"Answer me, dammit!"

The whole car shook as Hotch's voice ricocheted off the windshield and through the entire vehicle. It was clear now that Salters was shaken by Hotch's confrontation- jolting at the loud tremble of Hotch's voice. Salters cleared his throat. 

"I have the right to not answer that question."

At this point, Giselle wanted nothing more than to curb stomp this son of a bitch. He screwed the entire team over, and he possibly killed Stephanie. 

"Listen here, Salters,"

Giselle spoke up from the back seat. 

"You have officially intervened with a federal investigation, and I will not hesitate to arrest your ass as soon as we pull over this car. Now you can either come clean and tell us what you did, or we can find out for ourselves."

Giselle clamped her fists together tightly, feeling Spencer's glance drill through her neck. Giselle knew that she was most likely stepping out of line by speaking like this, but she had been waiting for so long to stand up to this mother-fucker, and she wasn't going to stop now.