Criminal Minds FanFic- Dr. Spencer Reid

Das Ende

"Garcia, have you tracked down this!?" Hotch says into his phone. He is driving while Morgan rides shotgun. "This highway is miles long. God only knows how much forest surround it." His body is leaned back and shoulder propped on the middle console. He has the car stopped on the side ditch so he can wait for more information from Garcia.

"I have a team of helicopters searching the whole area," Garcia replies.

Morgan flips the lights on to flash. "Alright, be safe today, baby," he says and waits for her to reply before he hangs up.

"You too, please find Reid," she said and hangs up.

Hotch leans over, "Have you ever seen this number?" He asks.

Morgan squints in concentration at the strange text message. "If they are in the middle of the wilderness, how could they send messages?"

"I have no idea.." He drifts and stares at the message. "This is her giving in. It is a clue on where to find Reid!"

"What? Which way?" Morgan asks questions.

"Go straight. Keep you eyes open for a wind mill," Horch commands.

"Are we sure?" He asks.

"Yes. The message was from either Reid or her. This may be her coming clean, or he is in distress and snuck a message."

Morgan shakes his head and keeps his eyes open for the clues. He jerks the car sharply down a dirt road. He sees Rossi's SUV in the rearview mirror. "He must have gotten the message as well."

"The road ends here," He says and jerks the key out. "Call Garcia and tell her to get helicopter and backup in this area. I will go and warn Rossi."

Hotch nods and dials up Garcia. Before the first ring, Morgan has already lept out of the vehicle.

"Rossi, you have to understand how dangerous this girl is," He says right when Rossi steps his feet on the ground.

Rossi holds up his hand and says, "I know. I understand what Reid is going through." Rossi shuts the door behind him and pushes past him.

"How do you know?!" Morgan burst out. His temper is raging hot at the moment.

He turns back to Morgan and says, "Fear does things to people that change their minds way of thinking. We are all panicking. Reid and Ellen are on a different level then us. We have to be cautious."

Morgan nods his head. He follows Hotch and Rossi into the thick brush. He grips his gun tightly. This will be a case that really test everyone.

The evening is setting in and still no sign of Reid or Ellen. This is true until a shrill scream comes from the team's left.

"Was it them?" Hotch asks.

"Yes, we have to follow it," Rossi says and picks up his pace.

Morgan's thoughts are racing and he cannot help but worry about Reid's condition. He sighs and follows after the guys. He pants as he jogs up with them. It hits him. He feels like he has been slammed up against a brick wall. Reid's eyes, dark and almost lifeless. Ellen's face, a burning red and intense. The blade almost ready to cut the throat, sweat forming around the handle. Blurry, the whole scene makes him sick.

"Come any closer and I will cut him!" Ellen shouts. Her heart is beating fast and heavy in her chest.

"Ellen, drop the weapon and no one will be harmed," Rossi says calmly but firmly.

"No, you cannot take MY Reid away from ME," she says and holds him closer to her. His hair brushes up against her chin. He gulps.

"We are not trying to take him away," Hotch claims.

She turns the knife to herself. "If I cannot have him, then I can't live with myself!"

"No, Ellen!" He says, too late.

Her limp body falls over onto Reid's shoulder. The blood trickles out onto his green sweater. A tear drop falls onto her honey blonde hair. Arms cradle the body. The pulse is dying out. The pace slows down all too fast.

He turns her over onto the soft earth. He gently pushes her lids closed. After all this hell has ended for him, he cannot help but wish he could have saved her. "Hotch," he mutters. His body is growing weak too.

"Yes, Reid?" He asks and crouches beside him.

"The end is something we always think about. Many languages translate it in so many ways. I have thought about it many ways. This way, I have not dared to imagine. I was never prepared for any of the things that have happened these months. Neither was she. It is now bothering me how I can read so many things and learn so much, but I can never be prepared for what life is going to give me."