The Profile

[SSA Dr. Spencer Reid]

Spencer stepped a little more forward.

"I can see him," Spencer said, recognizing the UNSUB from the files that the detective had given them. His edietic memory would never let him forget...He waited for the others to assemble, and for Hotch to call the man out of the building.

[hotch]

Hotch had arrived with some of the others, and he saw Jane Morris arrive from the opposite direction, as well. Since Hotch was skilled in Hostage negotiation, he grabbed a megaphone from the trunk of the Suburban, which he had had stocked with necessary supplies, and directed the Detective to start clearing the place out, with Prentiss's help. As they were doing that, he addressed Clark, Reid, and Rossi.

"You three...I am going to attempt contact. I'll need you three to go in. Reid, take the arrest, if you can. Rossi, I'll need you to cover him. Clark, "bad cop" him. Try to bring him in alive, can you?"

[janemorris]

Detective Morris arrived on the scene at the same time as the FBI people. She jumped into action, calmly but firmly heading into the diner, and alerting people to exit. She approached the Fox, and, firearm drawn, prepared to take him out. She heard the FBI people enter the cafe, and spoke to the man.

"You're surrounded. The FBI is here. I suggest you give yourself up." She heard one of the agents ask her to step aside, so she did, and allowed them to take over. She took the spot on the right-hand side of the tall, lanky kid, ready to provide backup and local PD support as needed.

[SA Dr. John Clark]

Clark replied with mock disappointment, "If I have to, Boss... can't we just isolate him and let Edgar here get off one good burst?" as he patted the old Thompson... then he lost the sights and targeting reticle on his lenses, a couple warning messages popping up...
TAS FAIL
ESM FAIL[/font][/b]

"DAMN! Just lost Targeting Assist and Electronic Surveillance... good thing we've all seen the face we're looking for, this is Old Fashioned Police Work time."

[ben]

Ben stood up, unearthing his firearm from the pocket of his dungarees. No way in HELL was he going to go down without a fight, and apparently, they wanted one. He raised his firearm, aiming out the window for the redheaded Agent Quinn.

"I didn't mean to kill those people, but I *will* mean to kill her. She hasn't made my life easy these past few years."

[SSA Dr. Spencer Reid]

Spencer stepped forward, ready to take a shot if he needed to.

"I wouldn't do that, sir. I think it's best if you drop the weapon. *I* know you didn't mean to shoot those people. It was the anger, right? It made you blind...I KNOW. Now, I can help you, but you have to drop the gun." He saw the man turn his head, and reply, softly.

It was the headaches. I was in pain."

"I know. I can help you." Spencer held his breath as the man lowered the gun a bit.

[SSA David Rossi]

Rossi followed the young profiler in, his big .45 drawn, off-safe, aimed and ready to fire except for his finger resting in a "Ready" position rather than on the trigger, his strange protege with the Thompson following. "I strongly suggest you place your weapon on the table and let the nice young man put the bracelets on you... my insane apprentice with the Chicago Piano is having a trigger-happy day, and quite likely he could... cut you to ribbons with one burst. I think we can all agree that... none of us want that, right?"

[SSA Dr. Spencer Reid]

Spencer moved forward as the man lowered his weapon. He stepped forward, holstering his own Glock, and cuffing the man.

"Mr. Ben Thomas, you're under arrest for the murder of Jacquline Franklin. You have the right-no, you WILL-remain silent. Anything you DO say can and WILL be used against you..." He continued with the man'd Miranda rights as the four police left the building. Spencer, as usual, followed protocol and placed the man in Jane Morris' car before turning around to Clark and Rossi.

"Ya know something? I'm kind of hungry myself. Anyone up for a milkshake?"

[hotch]

Hotch gathered the team for an announcement.

"OK, people. Excellent work. Finish up your reports, turn them into me, and then you can have the rest of the day off. Tomorrow we fly back-early."

CASE CLOSED!!!!!!!!