Fanfic: Shattered Glass - Chapter 7: Battle
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Chapter 6: Strategy
Chapter 7: Battle
The phone call came just when they got home. They’d been away on a case for three days and all they were looking forward to was a shower and a long night of sleep. Apparently, it wasn’t going to happen, thought Derek looking at the caller ID on the display of his work phone: Hotch.
Spencer’s phone was ringing too, Garcia’s name on his display. It must be urgent. And big. Terrorist attack big.
They picked up the calls at the same time, looking at each other while they tried to understand what was going on.
“It’s Doyle,” Derek said as soon as he hung up.
“Garcia found him,” Spencer finished, while they both headed for the door. They didn’t want to allow themselves to believe it, but it was really happening. He’d made a mistake. He’d contacted the wrong person. They had him. All they needed to do, was not be too late this time.
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“We’re about to arrest the man who killed Emily, there’s no way I’m going to wait outside,” Spencer was saying as he checked the strings of his bulletproof jacket.
“I don’t want you to go in there. I can’t lose you too, Spencer.” Derek kept driving, eyes on the road. He wasn’t going to let Spencer within a hundred feet of that monster. “He’s dangerous.”
“So I should let you go in there?”
“I can take him.”
“Emily thought she could, too.” Spencer paused for a second. “Either we both go in, or we both stay out. Your choice.”
Derek didn’t answer, but when he stopped the car, he made his way to the entrance of the building where the SWAT team was waiting for an order. Spencer followed him quietly and took out his gun.
It was dark inside; the sun filtering through the shut blinds projecting long shadows in the empty rooms. There was a mattress in the corner of one room with a packed suitcase besides it: signs that this was just a temporary hiding place. Doyle was going to be there for a few days, top.
Maybe he was already gone, Spencer considered. But he wouldn’t have been so stupid as to leave his suitcase there - assuming it wasn’t empty, that was.
He met Derek’s eyes for a second: he was making the same considerations.
He has to be here, Spencer thought. He just has to be, because just for this once the world has to be fair and let us arrest the monster who killed her.
It wasn’t rational, he knew that. But he still needed to believe it.
Derek’s hand brushing his arm brought his attention back to the room. Derek signaled him to follow him. SWAT had found something.
Heart thumping in his chest, Spencer looked at one agent opening a floor door so that Derek could climb down the stairs, gun and torch pointed ahead. Two agents followed him, then it was Spencer’s turn. Hotch was right behind him and Spencer knew that Rossi and Seaver couldn’t be too far away. They had all wanted to be there for this.
When he reached the end of the narrow stairs, Doyle was already standing with his back to the wall and his hands raised above his head. Derek and the two SWAT agents were pointing their guns at him. Spencer quickly did the same.
Hotch took out his handcuffs, but Derek stopped him before he could get close to Doyle. “Don’t. If we arrest him, he’s going to escape again; we both know that.”
Spencer turned his head to look at him. He knew what he meant. They could kill him right there, tell everyone he’d tried to fight back. Happened all the time, didn’t it?
But it wouldn’t be right.
It would go against all that they had been fighting for all those years.
“Derek,” Spencer said, before Hotch could start talking. He used his first name, which he almost never did when they were working - another one of their tricks to keep their relationship out of their job as much as possible. But right now he needed Derek to really hear him. “I know what you’re saying, but it’s not what Emily would have wanted and it’s not what you really want to do. You hate him; I hate him too. He probably deserves to die, but not like this. Please, just let Hotch cuff him. He already took Emily away from me, don’t let him take you too.”
Derek tightened his grip on his gun, for a moment it looked like he was going to shoot him. He was fighting with himself, struggling to choose whether to do what felt right or what he knew was right.
In the end, he lowered his gun. He looked at Doyle for a few more seconds, as if he was rethinking his decision, but then he turned around and headed upstairs.
Spencer stood there, eyes and gun on Doyle, as Hotch cuffed him.
It was over. It was finally over.
He felt empty.
Chapter 8: Consequences
Chapter 6: Strategy
Chapter 7: Battle
The phone call came just when they got home. They’d been away on a case for three days and all they were looking forward to was a shower and a long night of sleep. Apparently, it wasn’t going to happen, thought Derek looking at the caller ID on the display of his work phone: Hotch.
Spencer’s phone was ringing too, Garcia’s name on his display. It must be urgent. And big. Terrorist attack big.
They picked up the calls at the same time, looking at each other while they tried to understand what was going on.
“It’s Doyle,” Derek said as soon as he hung up.
“Garcia found him,” Spencer finished, while they both headed for the door. They didn’t want to allow themselves to believe it, but it was really happening. He’d made a mistake. He’d contacted the wrong person. They had him. All they needed to do, was not be too late this time.
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“We’re about to arrest the man who killed Emily, there’s no way I’m going to wait outside,” Spencer was saying as he checked the strings of his bulletproof jacket.
“I don’t want you to go in there. I can’t lose you too, Spencer.” Derek kept driving, eyes on the road. He wasn’t going to let Spencer within a hundred feet of that monster. “He’s dangerous.”
“So I should let you go in there?”
“I can take him.”
“Emily thought she could, too.” Spencer paused for a second. “Either we both go in, or we both stay out. Your choice.”
Derek didn’t answer, but when he stopped the car, he made his way to the entrance of the building where the SWAT team was waiting for an order. Spencer followed him quietly and took out his gun.
It was dark inside; the sun filtering through the shut blinds projecting long shadows in the empty rooms. There was a mattress in the corner of one room with a packed suitcase besides it: signs that this was just a temporary hiding place. Doyle was going to be there for a few days, top.
Maybe he was already gone, Spencer considered. But he wouldn’t have been so stupid as to leave his suitcase there - assuming it wasn’t empty, that was.
He met Derek’s eyes for a second: he was making the same considerations.
He has to be here, Spencer thought. He just has to be, because just for this once the world has to be fair and let us arrest the monster who killed her.
It wasn’t rational, he knew that. But he still needed to believe it.
Derek’s hand brushing his arm brought his attention back to the room. Derek signaled him to follow him. SWAT had found something.
Heart thumping in his chest, Spencer looked at one agent opening a floor door so that Derek could climb down the stairs, gun and torch pointed ahead. Two agents followed him, then it was Spencer’s turn. Hotch was right behind him and Spencer knew that Rossi and Seaver couldn’t be too far away. They had all wanted to be there for this.
When he reached the end of the narrow stairs, Doyle was already standing with his back to the wall and his hands raised above his head. Derek and the two SWAT agents were pointing their guns at him. Spencer quickly did the same.
Hotch took out his handcuffs, but Derek stopped him before he could get close to Doyle. “Don’t. If we arrest him, he’s going to escape again; we both know that.”
Spencer turned his head to look at him. He knew what he meant. They could kill him right there, tell everyone he’d tried to fight back. Happened all the time, didn’t it?
But it wouldn’t be right.
It would go against all that they had been fighting for all those years.
“Derek,” Spencer said, before Hotch could start talking. He used his first name, which he almost never did when they were working - another one of their tricks to keep their relationship out of their job as much as possible. But right now he needed Derek to really hear him. “I know what you’re saying, but it’s not what Emily would have wanted and it’s not what you really want to do. You hate him; I hate him too. He probably deserves to die, but not like this. Please, just let Hotch cuff him. He already took Emily away from me, don’t let him take you too.”
Derek tightened his grip on his gun, for a moment it looked like he was going to shoot him. He was fighting with himself, struggling to choose whether to do what felt right or what he knew was right.
In the end, he lowered his gun. He looked at Doyle for a few more seconds, as if he was rethinking his decision, but then he turned around and headed upstairs.
Spencer stood there, eyes and gun on Doyle, as Hotch cuffed him.
It was over. It was finally over.
He felt empty.
Chapter 8: Consequences