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The ride to the federal prison was probably the longest 45 minutes of my life. Spencer was in the back of the car, holding my hand, but I was still nervous about going to the place where my kidnapper and tormentor has been living for the past 3 years.
When we arrive, I don't move, staying completely still in my seat.
"Allie," Spencer says, "are you okay? You don't have to do this, I can drive you back right now to Quantico." What he doesn't understand is I have to do this. Reid killed the man who hurt him, mine is still very much alive and in the building we're in front of.
"I'm not just scared for myself," I tell him. "I'm also scared for you. What if he sees you before the interview? There's no way he'll tell us anything if he sees you're here with us."
"Don't worry about me," he says. "He can't hurt either of us anymore. He might not even be working with this stalker."
"And if he is?" I ask.
"Then we'll find out who it is," Reid states. "We're gonna catch this guy, Allie. He's not going to lay a hand on you."
"See, that's the thing, Spence," I say. "Hankel was only after you and I. This guy's targeting the whole team. It doesn't matter if he doesn't touch me, he's determined to hurt the others too. One by one." Spencer gently takes my hand and leads me out of the car while I'm thinking about the stalker. The sun blinds me, and I momentarily close my eyes to block the bright rays. When I open them, I see Spencer sliding off his sunglasses and putting them on my face.
"Here, wear these," he says. I try to protest but he interrupts me. "I'm fine, I don't need them." He pulls me with him to the prison, where we're all checked for any kind of weapons other than our guns.
"I'm sorry, but could you leave your guns at the front desk?" the security guards ask. "Policy rules."
"Of course," Hotch answers, sliding his gun out of its holster. The rest of us follow suit, but I notice Hotch keeps his gun around his ankle attached. Just in case. "Alright, Prentiss, Morgan, you're coming with me to interview Hankel. Reid and Gates, go ask one of the officers here for any papers regarding Hankel's stay here. We need to know if he's contacted anyone, if he's had any visitors, any connection to the outside world. JJ and Rossi, go ask the officer who's in charge of the area where he's kept about his habits, routines, what he does here, who he might interact with. Somehow, this stalker got ahold of Hankel's phone number, and that's not exactly knowledge a person gives out freely."
Spencer and I head to the closest officer in uniform.
"Excuse me sir, we're from the FBI, could we take a look at all the files you have about Richard Hankel since he's been here?" I ask him.
"Of course, right this way," he replies, leading us to a back room with a bunch of files. He walks down a few aisles before grabbing a box labeled with a prisoner number. "Here you go, this is all we have on Richard Hankel."
"Thank you very much," Spencer says, taking the box and setting it on a nearby table. "Let's get started looking through this stuff. Maybe we'll find something that leads us straight to this guy."
"I hope so," I say, sighing and grabbing the first file I see.
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Hotch's POV
Prentiss, Morgan, and I follow an officer to the interrogation rooms. I glance around, remembering all the times I've come to prisons to interview other criminals, including Karl Arnold, The Fox. I keep my gaze straight ahead, systematically taking turns to the deeper parts of the prison.
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