Fic: Airplanes
Who The team
What The manhunt
When Magic bendy time
Why When under attack; the phalanx closes
By now, no one had slept in forty eight hours.
They had contented themselves with snack bars and microwaved burritos that had somehow appeared before them in the small room. Hotch’s four hour break had turned into forty minutes: to shower and change into fresh clothes before retuning back. Presently, the team was clustered around a table- the iPads and video screens forsaken for maps and paper folders. Hotch was standing- in silent communion with Gideon as they marked off areas of Gotham that Grigori Byko would or wouldn’t frequent.
Rossi was with Prentiss interviewing one of the shooters; he’d been picked up outside of the city limits. To those outside the group; one would think they were wasting precious time and called them cold because one of their own was suffering when in truth, they couldn’t be farther from it. They wanted everything in order, and correct.
It was a grim certainty that hung over their head, they knew they’d had one chance: given Byko’s history, and just how quickly he’d deviated from the profile showed the rate of his devolution which meant they had one shot to get Reid out, and if they didn’t…
“Do you think he’s alive?” It was Morgan who asked and the crease in his voice was barely noticeable. Garcia had stopped in her assault of the keyboard- rooting out all areas Gideon and Hotch had discounted- to wait for the answer.
Gideon’s face was a mask of heavy lines and questions; “Reid will stay alive, he knows how to handle these situations.”
“Hankel wasn’t a sexual sadist.”
“But Reid is still a profiler. He knows how Grigori will react…if anything the shootout wetted his appetite. Byko knows we won’t give him till Friday- there’s not a badge in the city in that won’t be hunting for him…and each dead cop will only escalate it. Both of them know that part. Spencer will do what he has to buy time.”
“How on earth would you know what Reid’s capable of?” Morgan snapped, it wasn’t anger not really and Gideon seemed to know that. “You haven’t been here…”
“Because I trust the profiles. That is what we do.” And then, as if it was his own afterthought, he caught Morgan’s eyes. “He’s alive.”
Morgan gave him a look of pure ferocity before letting his shoulders ease under the weight- and maneuvering closer. “…we’re tracing Byko through his sadism…but we’re forgetting he was a mafia enforcer and Gideon, look…this entire assault- the alliance with our shooters points to his connection with the Dimitrov family. Instead of following the blood- follow the money.”
“Gotham PD has Byko working as a Bagman for the family early in his careers…these houses,” Garcia now, and as she spoke one of the screens showed the city with locations pinpointed in red. “being labeled as known drug dens with the Dimitrov family.”
Hotch was searching the map. “And the warehouse where the shoot out took place? If he’s falling back into familiarity- and carrying an injured man instead of a body, he’ll need to be near. People would notice that- even in Gotham.”
Three of the lights remained.
“Get those addresses to Rossi and Prentiss.” Gideon continued, picking up his phone from the table and a brown office envelope he’d brought in. “See if they can get anything from the shooter...also alert SWAT that we’ll be moving as soon as Rossi gets us the address.”
“On it.”
“Byko won’t walk out of that building; either the police will ensure it or he will.” Hotch trailed Gideon out of the office. “Either way, this will be a hornet’s nest walking into it- can we really risk having a civilian there?”
“This was on my desk when I went home.” The envelope was practically shoved into Hotch’s chest without breaking stride. Gideon simply turned the corner and disappeared into another hallway.
Inside the envelope were credentials and a badge for Jason Gideon. A second later, Hotch had realized the other man was wearing a Sig Sauer.
What The manhunt
When Magic bendy time
Why When under attack; the phalanx closes
By now, no one had slept in forty eight hours.
They had contented themselves with snack bars and microwaved burritos that had somehow appeared before them in the small room. Hotch’s four hour break had turned into forty minutes: to shower and change into fresh clothes before retuning back. Presently, the team was clustered around a table- the iPads and video screens forsaken for maps and paper folders. Hotch was standing- in silent communion with Gideon as they marked off areas of Gotham that Grigori Byko would or wouldn’t frequent.
Rossi was with Prentiss interviewing one of the shooters; he’d been picked up outside of the city limits. To those outside the group; one would think they were wasting precious time and called them cold because one of their own was suffering when in truth, they couldn’t be farther from it. They wanted everything in order, and correct.
It was a grim certainty that hung over their head, they knew they’d had one chance: given Byko’s history, and just how quickly he’d deviated from the profile showed the rate of his devolution which meant they had one shot to get Reid out, and if they didn’t…
“Do you think he’s alive?” It was Morgan who asked and the crease in his voice was barely noticeable. Garcia had stopped in her assault of the keyboard- rooting out all areas Gideon and Hotch had discounted- to wait for the answer.
Gideon’s face was a mask of heavy lines and questions; “Reid will stay alive, he knows how to handle these situations.”
“Hankel wasn’t a sexual sadist.”
“But Reid is still a profiler. He knows how Grigori will react…if anything the shootout wetted his appetite. Byko knows we won’t give him till Friday- there’s not a badge in the city in that won’t be hunting for him…and each dead cop will only escalate it. Both of them know that part. Spencer will do what he has to buy time.”
“How on earth would you know what Reid’s capable of?” Morgan snapped, it wasn’t anger not really and Gideon seemed to know that. “You haven’t been here…”
“Because I trust the profiles. That is what we do.” And then, as if it was his own afterthought, he caught Morgan’s eyes. “He’s alive.”
Morgan gave him a look of pure ferocity before letting his shoulders ease under the weight- and maneuvering closer. “…we’re tracing Byko through his sadism…but we’re forgetting he was a mafia enforcer and Gideon, look…this entire assault- the alliance with our shooters points to his connection with the Dimitrov family. Instead of following the blood- follow the money.”
“Gotham PD has Byko working as a Bagman for the family early in his careers…these houses,” Garcia now, and as she spoke one of the screens showed the city with locations pinpointed in red. “being labeled as known drug dens with the Dimitrov family.”
Hotch was searching the map. “And the warehouse where the shoot out took place? If he’s falling back into familiarity- and carrying an injured man instead of a body, he’ll need to be near. People would notice that- even in Gotham.”
Three of the lights remained.
“Get those addresses to Rossi and Prentiss.” Gideon continued, picking up his phone from the table and a brown office envelope he’d brought in. “See if they can get anything from the shooter...also alert SWAT that we’ll be moving as soon as Rossi gets us the address.”
“On it.”
“Byko won’t walk out of that building; either the police will ensure it or he will.” Hotch trailed Gideon out of the office. “Either way, this will be a hornet’s nest walking into it- can we really risk having a civilian there?”
“This was on my desk when I went home.” The envelope was practically shoved into Hotch’s chest without breaking stride. Gideon simply turned the corner and disappeared into another hallway.
Inside the envelope were credentials and a badge for Jason Gideon. A second later, Hotch had realized the other man was wearing a Sig Sauer.