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Twin black SUV's roared down a rural country road just outside the city of Davis, Texas. Lights flashing, the official vehicles and several local patrol cars turned left onto a dirt track surrounded on either side by row after row of pine trees. Dirt and gravel flew as the procession careened around twists and turns as it barreled down the long, narrow drive. Screeching to a halt in front of a sprawling farmhouse, the SUV's doors flew open and five F.B.I. agents swiftly jumped out.
Gun drawn, S.S.A. Aaron Hotchner rushed towards the front porch of the old, wooden home. "Rossi, Prentiss you're with me. Morgan, you and Reid check out the barn." He ordered, nodding at the faded red building. "Be careful. The chemicals Wasden's been using in his bombs are probably here somewhere."
"Got it" Morgan replied before hurrying across the cluttered yard with Reid and a couple of police officers.
Hotch, Prentiss, and Rossi strode up the three steps and over to the front door. Taking up positions on either side of their leader, Prentiss and Rossi trained their weapons on the door. Hotch glanced at both before raising his foot and kicking open the locked door. Moving as one, the three agents walked into the entryway of the house. Once inside, they split up: Rossi going left and Prentiss right, while Hotch took the stairs up to the second floor. Wasden was here somewhere and they were determined to bring him in before he could strike again.
Derek Morgan blew out an exasperated breath as he surveyed another empty room. He'd searched the entire upper level of the converted barn and hadn't found so much as a trace of Wasden or his lab. Grumbling under his breath, the young man trudged towards the door, stopping at the sound of Hotch's voice. "Nothing on my end, sir." He said into the mic on his vest. "Reid's still checking the bottom floor. I'm heading his way now. You guys find anything?"
"No, the house is clean." Hotch answered shaking his head. "Alright, find Reid and we'll…" the rest of his command was drowned out as a tremendous explosion shook the house. "Morgan! Reid!" Hotch shouted as he bolted out of the house and down the stairs with Rossi and Prentiss right on his heels. Racing around the side of the house, the three agents gasped at the plume of grey smoke tinged with blue and pink sparkles billowing out of one of the back windows of the barn. Doubling their speed, they sprinted across the yard dodging the piles of junk with practiced ease. They had almost made it to the dilapidated structure when Morgan stumbled out a side door carrying a small bundle in his arms.
"Morgan, what happened! Where's Reid?" Hotch shouted as he rushed to the younger man's side.
Coughing, Morgan glanced down at the package he was holding before turning his gaze on his teammates. "Guys, we've got a little problem." He shakily announced.
"Problem? What kind of problem?" Rossi curiously questioned.
"Morgan, where's Reid?" Hotch asked, taking a step back as the cloth bundle in the younger man's arms started moving. "What the…"
The three agents' eyes widened and their jaws dropped as the soot covered cloth shifted revealing a mop haired toddler with huge brown eyes.
"Who's the kid?" Rossi asked gazing down at the faintly familiar face. Seeing the object dangling from the little boy's neck, he gasped. "Reid?"
"Umm, hi" Reid squeaked.