-Six hours earlier-
"FBI, put your hands up and git on the ground! Le FBI, mettent vos mains vers le haut et obtiennent sur la terre!" My voice echoed in the nearly empty warehouse room as we busted the door down. I could hear footsteps, they were running. "They're running. Jason take the left! Melissa to the right! Neil with me," and so began the chase of the two men that had kidnapped, tortured and held the sixteen year old boy hostage, for the last four days, for a 2.5 million dollar ransom.
We were chasing them down, it seemed like we'd been running for a good amount of time now -- I was finally starting to get winded. My partner, Neil O'Riley was right behind me trying to keep up. "Carl, Matt you two mine as well stop, we've got you surrounded! Karl, Mat vous deux extrayez aussi bien l'arr?t, nous vous avez avez entour?!" Of course the pair didn't answer, they just kept running, but what they didn't know is that they'd run into a dead end. There would be no escape for these two, we had them.
Carl slammed into the brick wall that barred their exit, looking frantically to his brother, Matt. "Mat vous dickhead ceci est sans avenir!"
Those were the last words either man would say, before I was on top of Carl, wrenching his left arm tightly behind him, and slamming him into that brick wall. I let him stay there a moment before forcing him to the ground with a knee set between his shoulder blades. Whipping out my handcuffs, I had him cuffed quick as lightning.
In the meantime, my partner Neil had dragged Matt down and was doing the same thing to him. A brief look between us and we were hefting both men up simultaneously, reading them their rights.
The rest of the team caught up with us... Josh, Melissa, JJ and Eric, they were all applauding our successful chase down and grab. But the case wasn't over just yet, we still had to find the boy. "Alright, everyone spread out. I want every inch of this compound searched, NOW!"
And at that, the team and the other officers that had come to assist the call of gunshots fired at 31015 Scottsdale Lane, were all spread out and covering the grounds. An hour had passed and it was wearing on all of us. We'd been looking and searching for the teen for just a hair over four days. We had to get to him, soon.
"Neil! Over'ere! I found him! Get the medics now!" I was cradling the boys head in my lap, and quickly looking him over. Carl and Matt had done quite a number on the poor boy, but at least we had him now. There was still a chance that he'd make it alive. Traumatized... But alive. I heard the shouts and then the medics were there, by me, wrenching the teen from my embrace. "Tenez sur le gosse, tenez dessus," I spoke as gently as I could to him as they took him from me. I turned to the head medic then who was checking for a pulse and doing his own assessment of the boy. "He's been beaten, not as badly as we'd originally thought, but still. Dehydrated an by the looks of him, I'd say they starved him while they held him captive." They nodded to me, and it was like I'd never existed, they were so quick to work on him, to finally stabilize him.
Without another thought, I flipped my cell out as they whisked him away on the stretcher and punched in a few numbers. It was answered quickly, as I had expected and my voice was weak, "Capt'n we got'em." That simple phrase meant so very much to not only myself, my team, my captain... But to the boys family that had been staying at a hotel down the street from HQ.
We all headed back to HQ and after hugs and words of praise and thanks at the job my team and I had done, we were debriefed and told to go and get some rest before coming back to work on Monday.
Of course, being the FBI's head Profiler, when you were told to get some rest, it wasn't always that easy, and work came again before you knew it. So the team and I, well we did what we all enjoyed after a long run on a job... We went to O'Riley's Pub 'N Grill.
After a few drinks, and a bit of relaxation, I excused myself to the Ladies Room, to wash up a bit and just to look at myself in the mirror. I often found myself doing that after a successful run, it made me... Well it made me feel better about myself in so many different ways. I was tired, maybe it was time to call it a night, but then again we'd only been here a couple of hours, what would another couple hurt? It'd been a long four days.. A few more drinks couldn't possibly hurt. One more look in the mirror and I pushed the door open to the woman's bathroom in O'Riley's Pub 'N Grill. "H? Jason, indiquent ? m?lisse qu'elle nous doit un rond pour l'arr?t qu'elle a tir? dedans le Fe de Santa."
"FBI, put your hands up and git on the ground! Le FBI, mettent vos mains vers le haut et obtiennent sur la terre!" My voice echoed in the nearly empty warehouse room as we busted the door down. I could hear footsteps, they were running. "They're running. Jason take the left! Melissa to the right! Neil with me," and so began the chase of the two men that had kidnapped, tortured and held the sixteen year old boy hostage, for the last four days, for a 2.5 million dollar ransom.
We were chasing them down, it seemed like we'd been running for a good amount of time now -- I was finally starting to get winded. My partner, Neil O'Riley was right behind me trying to keep up. "Carl, Matt you two mine as well stop, we've got you surrounded! Karl, Mat vous deux extrayez aussi bien l'arr?t, nous vous avez avez entour?!" Of course the pair didn't answer, they just kept running, but what they didn't know is that they'd run into a dead end. There would be no escape for these two, we had them.
Carl slammed into the brick wall that barred their exit, looking frantically to his brother, Matt. "Mat vous dickhead ceci est sans avenir!"
Those were the last words either man would say, before I was on top of Carl, wrenching his left arm tightly behind him, and slamming him into that brick wall. I let him stay there a moment before forcing him to the ground with a knee set between his shoulder blades. Whipping out my handcuffs, I had him cuffed quick as lightning.
In the meantime, my partner Neil had dragged Matt down and was doing the same thing to him. A brief look between us and we were hefting both men up simultaneously, reading them their rights.
The rest of the team caught up with us... Josh, Melissa, JJ and Eric, they were all applauding our successful chase down and grab. But the case wasn't over just yet, we still had to find the boy. "Alright, everyone spread out. I want every inch of this compound searched, NOW!"
And at that, the team and the other officers that had come to assist the call of gunshots fired at 31015 Scottsdale Lane, were all spread out and covering the grounds. An hour had passed and it was wearing on all of us. We'd been looking and searching for the teen for just a hair over four days. We had to get to him, soon.
"Neil! Over'ere! I found him! Get the medics now!" I was cradling the boys head in my lap, and quickly looking him over. Carl and Matt had done quite a number on the poor boy, but at least we had him now. There was still a chance that he'd make it alive. Traumatized... But alive. I heard the shouts and then the medics were there, by me, wrenching the teen from my embrace. "Tenez sur le gosse, tenez dessus," I spoke as gently as I could to him as they took him from me. I turned to the head medic then who was checking for a pulse and doing his own assessment of the boy. "He's been beaten, not as badly as we'd originally thought, but still. Dehydrated an by the looks of him, I'd say they starved him while they held him captive." They nodded to me, and it was like I'd never existed, they were so quick to work on him, to finally stabilize him.
Without another thought, I flipped my cell out as they whisked him away on the stretcher and punched in a few numbers. It was answered quickly, as I had expected and my voice was weak, "Capt'n we got'em." That simple phrase meant so very much to not only myself, my team, my captain... But to the boys family that had been staying at a hotel down the street from HQ.
We all headed back to HQ and after hugs and words of praise and thanks at the job my team and I had done, we were debriefed and told to go and get some rest before coming back to work on Monday.
Of course, being the FBI's head Profiler, when you were told to get some rest, it wasn't always that easy, and work came again before you knew it. So the team and I, well we did what we all enjoyed after a long run on a job... We went to O'Riley's Pub 'N Grill.
After a few drinks, and a bit of relaxation, I excused myself to the Ladies Room, to wash up a bit and just to look at myself in the mirror. I often found myself doing that after a successful run, it made me... Well it made me feel better about myself in so many different ways. I was tired, maybe it was time to call it a night, but then again we'd only been here a couple of hours, what would another couple hurt? It'd been a long four days.. A few more drinks couldn't possibly hurt. One more look in the mirror and I pushed the door open to the woman's bathroom in O'Riley's Pub 'N Grill. "H? Jason, indiquent ? m?lisse qu'elle nous doit un rond pour l'arr?t qu'elle a tir? dedans le Fe de Santa."