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The Department was in utter chaos when Reid arrived at the main gate in the morning. Public Security officers were issuing orders to enforcers and workers alike, trying to create a sense of calm.

"What's going on?" Reid asked a nearby officer who did a double take at his appearance.

"You're that Reader. Come with me." He sized Reid by the arm and dragged him over to the taped off area leading to the Census Department.

"Please…what's going on?" Reid asked, feeling a bit overwhelmed as he was taken down to the bottom level. There were more people in the Census room then he had ever seen, taking photos and scanning items.

"There was a break in here last night, a fight broke out from what we understand and we ended up taking someone to the hospital."

Something seized in Reid's chest and his vision swam in front of him. Only he and Gideon were ever in here…only he and Gideon…

"Where is Jason Gideon?"

The guard blanched at the question and sighed, "That's the name. We took him to the hospital with multiple wounds but I don't know more than that. Now, I need to ask you a few questions about-HEY!"

Reid had turned on his heel and rushed off, pushing back bustling workers and forcing his way out of the building. His vision was swimming and guilt was hammering in his chest. He wasn't naïve enough to think this was just an accident.

"Woah, kiddo!"

Someone grabbed him roughly around the arm, jerking him into a harsh stop. Reid found himself looking into the face of George Foyet. Foyet kept his hand tightly around Reid and brought his wrist up to his mouth and spoke into it.

"I have the runner. Call off the search, the boy didn't get a hundred feet from the building."

Foyet finished speaking and turned, pulling Reid in front of himself.

"You are a naughty, naughty Reader and you're going to answer a few questions."

Hotch had received the news about the attack on the Census mere moments after it had occurred. He had secured himself a transport and gone to collect Jason Gideon's statement at the hospital but when he got there he realized the situation was far worse than he had thought. Gideon looked like hell, numerous slash marks covered his face and body and his eyes were nearly swollen shut.

"Jason…"

The nurse, who was setting up his iv, winced in sympathy and Hotch looked over at her, "How is he?"

"I'm sorry you came all this way. He'll be out for some time and even then we don't know if he'll recover."

Hotch nodded, he had hoped that Gideon would have been in stable condition but that was clearly not the case. He hadn't seen a man this beat up since a young forger Foyet had brought in.

Hotch grabbed his communicator and brought up a menu and searched for Foyet's location when a small alert in the corner caught his eye. He clicked it open a read the first two messages.

One was about the assault at the Census and the other was that the Reader was needed for questioning.

A third popped up saying the Reader had run.

And the last message that came in just as he finished the first ones was that the Reader had been taken for questioning by an Enforcer.

George Foyet.

Prentiss was lounging about on a couch while Morgan was communicating with another member of the resistance.

"I think it's a good lead to follow Blackwolf but you know you'd have to do it on your own…"

Prentiss stopped listening after that as Morgan's communicator went off. She glanced back at him before reaching forward to swipe it off of the table. She read the message and her dark eyes went wide at its contents.

"Derek!"

Foyet slinked around the table with a soft smile on his hard features, his eyes scanning the Reader, who was jittery and clearly frightened.

"So…after work last night…you went, I'm sorry, where again?"

Reid ducked his head, letting his hair become a shield between himself and Foyet, "I went home."

"With Aaron Hotchner coming with you?"

Reid meet Foyet's eyes then and narrowed them, "Agent Hotchner knows I've been getting…pushed around by the zone guards. He was making sure it didn't happen again."

Foyet dramatically placed a hand over his heart, "What a little angel. Aaron was always one of the good ones."

Reid nodded in agreement, unsure of what else he was supposed to do at that moment until Foyet slammed a hand down onto the table.

"Now listen here you little shit. The way I see it, there's only two reasons Aaron Hotchner would take you anywhere and that's either to bang out some frustrations or to introduce you to his little pal Derek Morgan."

Reid managed to force his surprise into disgust, "I don't know a Derek Morgan and he's definitely not banging any frustrations out with me."

"Pity." Foyet moved to say more but the door behind him opened with a fierce force that Foyet could only frown at.

"Agent Hotchner! We were just talking about you."

"Enforcers don't question suspects, Foyet."

Foyet eased his frown into smooth smile and sauntered over to Hotch, throwing an arm around the raven haired man. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I didn't know you wanted the glory."

"Leave. Now."

Foyet nodded slowly and left the room, leaving Reid and Hotch alone.

"Hotc-"

"Not here. Get your things, we're leaving."

Foyet fumed in the hallway, feeling the itch to cut someone-Hotchner up. He turned to stalk off to find someone to take his agressions out on when he came face to face with Dante.

"I heard about the terrible problem at the Census. Good work."

Foyet sneered, "Fat good it did. Hotchner got here quicker than we anticipated."

"Perfectly fine. Follow me."

Foyet followed Dante to the lowest level of the building, growing more and more impatient with the secretive man.

"Is there a point to this?" Foyet snarled and Dante lifted his hand to punch in a code at the door.

"This is my office, one of the most secure places, complete with my very own Reader."

"What do you need a Reader for?" Foyet asked.

"I like to be kept aware of things." Dante responded as he closed the door behind Foyet. "He'll be able to track Hotchner's next move, I assure you."

He walked over to the Reader, whose station consisted for several dozen computer screens and was muttering darkly to himself as he read the streaming code.

"Tobias, begin tracking Aaron Hotchner. Priority 001."

The young man's dark muttering stopped and he turned to stare almost meekly at Dante.

"Yes sir."