Little Agent Gideon

chapter fifty

ALENA'S POV

"Are you ready?"

I nodded

"Sure?"

I nodded again. He lifted the cover, revealing my fathers dead body. I was speechless, I couldn't say anything

"Can you identity that this body is Jason Gideon, your father?"

I nodded, a tear rolling down my face

"Sorry, I need to g-"

I ran out, covering my mouth. I was alone, I wanted to be alone but I also wanted comfort.
Spencer offered to come with me, but I refused. When I got back in my car, an anger rose in me. I drove, I just drove. I saw a text from Hotch and Spencer but I ignored them. I parked my car and walked into the building, I came across a receptionist. Small, perky, young. Very young. 

"Who are you here to see?"

"Damon. Damon Haywood."

She typed on her computer

"The Winter Killer?"

"Sorry Miss, we don't like to use names as it gives the unsub's a bit too much power."

"Oh I'm so sor-"

"It's ok, honestly. New job?"

She laughed

"How did you know?"

She fumbled about, writing a visitors pass for me.

"You can go in."

"Thank you."

I had a trembling feeling in my legs, I was here to see him. If he was still here, a part of me thinks that he is. I needed to know so he could be crossed of my suspect list. As I walked through the corridor, there were screams and whistles coming from the different cells as well as stupid pick up lines such as

'Oh honey, you got it all going on.'

'The things i'd do to you.'

'Who let the hottie in?'

'Damn girl, your hella fine.'

I shook it off, the disgust and anger filling my mind. As I reached the end of the corridor, I waited outside the room. His room. The last time I saw him, was when my dad and Hotch arrested him. The day I was raped, I had tears filling my eye sockets. It was going to sting, opening a semi-healed wound, but I had to. For my dad. God I missed him. He would be here right now, giving me an inspiring pep talk or a passionate dad hug.

I took a deep breath and opened the door, walking in. When I walked in, I noticed the cell was completely empty. There were drawn pictures everywhere with other printed out crumpled pictures with red marks. I walked around, looking at the printed out pictures. They were of me. My family. Spencer. Even Dean. He had pictures when I came back from the hospital, with Dean in my arms. There were red marks over our faces. With crosses. It was scary. I called the guard in

"Excuse me guard. Where is this prisoner? Damon Haywood?"

She looked in the room and down the hallway.

"I'll be back in a second."

She walked off for a moment. I continued to look around the room, I saw these drawings. Drawings of my portrait. I mumbled to myself

"Why can't I get any normal fans?"

I flicked through the pile, there were so many. Too many. Shortly after, I saw the security guard rush into the room with another guard

"Ma'am, we believe he's escaped."

I gasped, I was shocked. I was in serious danger, as was Spencer and Dean. I walked out, slamming my visitors pass on the desk at the entrance and getting into my car. I had to go, I needed to go home. I raced home, going a bit too fast but a bit too fast wasn't a thing in my book at the moment. When I parked in the drive, I ran inside

"GRAN!!"

I ran in the living room, no one was there. I ran into the kitchen, no one there. I raced up the stairs into mine and Spencer's room. Dean was in his crib as my grandmother was lied down on the bed, passed out

"Gran, can you hear me?"

She was breathing, faintly. I checked her pulse and it was very faint. I went to call Hotch, walking over to Dean's crib. It rang for precisely six rings.

"Hotchner."

I went to speak when I felt something smash into my head. I dropped the phone to the floor and fell. Dean let out a small cry as I blacked out

HOTCH'S POV

Everyone was in the bullpen today, apart from Alena, she had to identify Jason's body. Reid insisted on accompanying her but she refused. She was cold, distant. I knew I could be a stern face sometimes but during times like these, the emotions just poured out of me. Jason was a loyal friend, caring. I remember the day he had Alena, I was there at the hospital when her mother gave birth. He was so happy, it was the first and only time I saw him cry. The whole team was working, Spencer stayed with me throughout the day. Waiting as I was for a phone call from Alena

"Hotch, do you have an idea? Any theory whatsoever?"

I had to think, who would do this? How could a person be so sick?

"No Reid, I've got nothing. Gideon had many enemies that he didn't know about, as do I and as do you. As well as the rest of the team. This person could be a sadistic male that was after Gideon and only him. Or it could be someone from Alena's past that wanted to kill her loved ones. I really don't know."

He frowned, looking down at his file within his hands. As I put my head down, my phone rang. Alena's contact popped up. Reid's head shot up as I answered

"Hotchner."

A distorted voice came through from the other line

"Hello Aaron. How are you doing?"

"Who is this? Where is Alena?"

I chuckled

"Since you didn't do a better job at protecting her, and her precious son, they are with me."

I heard the door bell from the other line

"If you lay hand on her or dea-"

"Oh sorry Aaron. The Reid residence? Thank you. Sorry Aaron, but I have to go. Give my love to Spencer will you?"

He hung up the phone as I looked up to Reid.