[ With backup this heavy he should have little to fear, but the winding corridors and multitude of apartments means they have to spread themselves thinly. He's alone, pulse beating quick and hard under his collar and he's so sure she must be able to hear him breathe. Grip readjusting slickly on the gun, he inches closer to the door, pushing it open and squinting through the dust.
This isn't great. Visual impairment like this means trap and that means he's at a risk of being attacked at any moment. Moving even slower than before Reid searches the rooms carefully, eventually finding his way to the bedroom... and the open window. Aha. ]