I'm sorry to leave you all hanging with this chapter, but it's finals week for me; I should actually be working on a research paper for British Writers, a portfolio and reflections for Creative Writing and a portfolio, newsletter (Which is done; it was a group project) and journal for Intermediate Writing.

Also, what a crazy chat tonight; we were all talking to Janine, and the suddenly she announces that MGG is joining her... Wild night! It was amazing talking to Matthew; he's really awesome and sweet!

Anyway, I won't keep you! :D

I don't own Criminal Minds!

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The BAU team walked into the Boston Field Office of the FBI, looking ready to murder anyone who got in their way.

"Everyone, listen up!" Hotch roared. "14 hours ago, one of my agents was kidnapped by an international terrorist who attacked another one of my agents six months ago. We profiled Ian Doyle as a family annihilator during that incident."

"We have reason to believe that he has returned," Morgan added. "It appears that he is in the same area he was in during his last attempt against our agents, in the heart of or somewhere in the vicinity of, the Warehouse District."

"He is a sadist," Emily continued. "He plans to… to torture and then murder a member of the FBI, just to get back at one person in general."

"Who'd he take?" someone asked. "Who's he after?

"He's after Agent Emily Prentiss," Clyde concluded. "And he has taken Special Agent Doctor Spencer Reid for leverage and to extract revenge."

When they were done talking and had begun setting up in the conference room, another agent came into the room, panting slightly. "You said that there was a chance that Ian Doyle was in or around the warehouse district?"

"That's correct," Rossi replied.

The man gasped. "Well, a few weeks ago, a model home in an abandoned housing project near the warehouse district was broken into. We thought at first it was squatters, but they had SUVs… and guns."

Rossi, Hotch and Morgan exchanged glances. "Most squatters don't have that kind of technology," Rossi whispered.

"Do you think it could be them?" Morgan asked.

"That'd be too easy," Emily countered. "Doyle would want someplace secure in order to hurt Reid. It would be simpler for him to scope out another hiding place, especially after what happened six months ago, but it could be possible that he didn't actually leave the warehouse. Unless he has two locations now; I wouldn't put it past him, especially if he's on his guard with new of my survival."

"And why's that?" Rossi pressed.

Emily glanced at the three men. "I was the only woman clever enough to best him by faking my death twice," she replied. "He's going to try and not make it a third. That's why he took Reid: He wanted me to meet him on his terms because it worked so well last time."

Hotch pointed at Morgan. "You and Prentiss will take that house. If Reid is there, send for backup, do not go in!"

"If he's there, I'm not wasting a second, Hotch," Morgan hissed. "That kid is my brother; I will not let him suffer another second if I find him."

Hotch paused, thinking. "Don't be reckless if you do," he replied.

Morgan nodded, and he and Prentiss ran out the door seconds later.

…..

Two shadowy figures crept from the black SUV, weapons drawn. Morgan went first, motioning to Prentiss as she followed.

"Stay behind me," he mouthed.

She nodded, turning her body into position as he made to kick down the door.

"FBI!" Morgan yelled as he kicked open the door of the model home in an abandoned housing development, Prentiss right behind him; the whole house was dark, and there was no indication that anyone had been in it. Morgan turned to go upstairs while Emily pointed her gun into the basement and the SWAT agents darted into the main level.

Emily quickly crept down the stairs, gun at the ready. She flashed it into every corner she could find, her flashlight revealing nothing except empty space.

"All clear up here," Morgan reported into the mic. "I'll join SWAT on the main floor."

Emily pushed open a door to reveal an empty bedroom with a tattered blanket covering a worn and stained mattress. She lowered the flashlight toward a corner, where a sweatervest, tie and Converse were bundled together.

"They were here," Emily whispered. "They were keeping him in a bedroom in the basement. He must've been moved for some reason."

"How can you tell?"

"I found Reid's sweatervest, tie and his shoes; I forgot that he wore Converse instead of dress shoes with his work attire." How very Tenth Doctor of him, she mused.

Morgan was downstairs in less than a minute; after they looked over the room, they summarized that Reid had been tied to the bed and was, for the most part, unharmed while in this room.

"Let's go, Emily; I'll call a crime scene. We can't be too sure."

She nodded and they returned to the main level of the house only to find they had company; the nine young men in the living room dropped everything that they were doing.

"FREEZE!" Morgan barked. "Put your weapons down and your hands above your head!"

"Too late, Agents," one of them called, holding up his right hand. There was a remote in his grasp, and his hand was on the detonator.

"RUN!" Morgan yelled, grabbing Prentiss and making for the front door, where they dashed out into the street and behind their parked SUV just seconds before the flash and bang of a bomb completely destroyed the house.

All nine of Doyle's men in that house went up in flames; the fire department didn't arrive for a half hour.

…..

Ian Doyle paced a brightly lit corridor within the storage unit that he was currently hiding. With him were 16 of his original 25 men; the missing ones had been killed when the model home had been blown up. Among the survivors was the sandy-haired, denim clad Connor O' Riley, who was still rubbing his hands on his jeans. Doyle knew what he wanted, and giving it to the man was the only way to keep him from turning on the former IRA captain.

"Connor," he said suddenly. "He's yours. As soon as we get out of here, you can have him."

Connor realized what Doyle was talking about a second after the man had spoken; his eyes sparkled as Doyle watched his head fill with gruesome details.

Ian didn't say anything, but he felt sorry for Lauren's friend.

Almost.

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A/N: I just thought I'd get this first chapter of the final part in the series up before you all completely lose me to finals.

Speaking of finals, I want to remind you all that it's finals season for me, which means that I will have very little free time to update between now and the 20th, unless I finish everything this week (highly unlikely). My policy is that school comes first; if I don't do well in school, I may have to be supervised, and I don't like it when my mother is looking over my shoulder when I'm writing. I'm sure you guys don't/didn't either.

Still, I'd love hearing from you; please leave me a review! :D

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