It's hard to answer the question "what's wrong" when nothings right.- Unknown

January 11, 2012– Quantico, Virginia

What the heck is going on? Did all the serial killers in the country decide to coordinate a killing spree? thought Supervisory Special Agent David Rossi as he leaned back in his chair. He rubbed his tired eyes and glanced up to the ceiling fan. The FBI agent had been sitting in his office for almost ten hours now, trying to catch up on paperwork from last month's cases. The Behavioral Analysis Unit, known for catching unsubs or unknown subjects, had been working overtime for the past four weeks. A serial murder in Oregon, a serial arsonist in Wisconsin, and catching a serial sniper in Texas were only a small handful of the twenty six cases the team had went through during the past month. It had put the team so busy that Rossi had not slept in his own bed in seventeen days.

Rossi glanced over to the tall stack of papers on his desk. It felt like he had not even made a dent in the pile. He looked out of his office window and watched Supervisory Special Agents Derek Morgan, Emily Prentiss, Spencer Reid, and Media Liaison Jennifer "JJ" Jareau talk amongst themselves. Realizing that he needed a break, Rossi left his office and walked over to the four agents.

"Planning to make a run for it?" he joked as he approached Morgan. Prentiss looked up to him and said flatly, "Yes, that's exactly what we are doing. I have not seen my bed into two weeks and I'm about to lose my mind."

Rossi laughed nervously, "Seriously?"

"Rossi, I am tired of sleeping in hotels or on the plane. I usually don't mind them, but this past month has ruined them for me," Morgan stated. He turned his attention to Reid, who was scribbling something on his notepad. Morgan, Rossi, JJ, and Prentiss watched the youngest member of the team furiously write with his head drooping. After a minute, Reid's eyes began to close as his pen jerked off the page. He suddenly snapped his head back and looked around, confused.

"Yeah, see that's what you call a serious burnout. Are you in? Garcia knows and I even got Hotch to agree! If he's in, you know this is getting out of control." Rossi smiled and glanced over to the Unit Chief Aaron "Hotch" Hotchner's office. The team leader was deep in concentration while writing up reports.

Reid let out a yawn and asked, "Why can't we just leave?"

"Like I told you before you nodded off to sleep, boy genius," stated Morgan as he stirred his fourth cup of coffee, "Strauss is under the assumption that we are slacking off. Hotch tried to get us to leave about six hours ago, but Strauss threatened to suspend anyone who left without finishing their paperwork." Morgan shot a glare to Erin Strauss, the BAU's Section Chief, who was speaking with an agent next to the elevators. To the team, it looked like she was guarding the elevator.

Rossi winkled his nose then nodded. "I'm in," he chimed, "So how exactly are we going to do this?"

"We are going to stage a walk out," piped Technical Analyst Penelope Garcia as she approached her team mates. She dropped her purse next to Prentiss' desk allowing Prentiss to push it under her desk with her foot.

"Ok, let me grab my wallet and keys and I'll see you guys in twenty," Rossi replied. He turned to head back to his office when he saw the Unit Chief again. Hotch's usually stoic expression was mixed with exhaustion. Rossi slowly walked towards the office, analyzing Hotch. Since his ex wife was killed six weeks ago by the serial killer George Foyet, also known as the Reaper, Hotch put himself completely into his work. He pulled longer hours than usual and seemed to distant himself from everyone around him. The team took it as part of his way of grieving, but Rossi knew better. Hotch looked feeble and pale, especially within the last week. During the times he spoke to Hotch, Rossi noticed dark circles around the man's eyes and the loss of spark in his eyes. He knew Hotch was extremely depressed, which Hotch denied every time someone asked him of his well being. It worried Rossi immensely- a nagging thought in the back of his head told him that something was seriously wrong with Hotch.

Rossi took another few steps with his attention still on Hotch. The younger agent was hunching over his desk and was rubbing his forehead. Hotch suddenly lifted his head up and sat still behind his desk. Rossi watched Hotch close his eyes and wince. An agent walked in front of Rossi causing him to look away from Hotch for a moment. When he looked back up, Hotch was gone from view. What the hell? Rossi thought.

"Hotch?" he stated quietly as his mind started to swirl. Please be ok.

Rossi took a step forward and now yelled, "Hotch?" It caught the attention of most of the agents in the room including Morgan, Prentiss, JJ, and Reid. Morgan walked up to Rossi and said, "What's up?"

"Something is wrong," Rossi muttered. He jogged up to Hotch's office and exclaimed, "Hotch?" Rossi knocked on the door, expecting an answer. Morgan followed him, but stopped dead in his tracks when he got a glimpse of Hotch through the office window.

"Rossi," he barked as he pointed to the window. Rossi leaned towards the window and saw Hotch. Morgan banged on the door and yelled, "Hotch!" After getting no response, Rossi grabbed the door handle and tried to open the door.

It was locked.

Crap, Rossi thought. He pointed to the door and ordered, "Kick it down!" to Morgan. By now, the two men had caught everyone's attention. As Morgan gave the door an unsuccessful kick, JJ ran up to Rossi and asked, "What's going on?"

Morgan took a step back then kicked the door again causing it to fall to the ground with a loud thud. The three agents stepped in the room and saw Hotch unconscious on the ground behind his desk. A cup of coffee was lying on the floor next to him, spilling liquid all over the carpet.

"Oh my God," JJ gasped. Morgan dashed to Hotch's side and checked his neck for a heartbeat. With a relieved expression, Morgan yelled, "He still has a pulse! Dial 911!" He gently shook Hotch, hoping that he would respond. Behind him, Prentiss, Reid, and Garcia dashed to the door. JJ was speaking to emergency responders, while trying to compose herself.

Morgan continued to shake Hotch while exclaiming, "Come on, man. Wake up, Hotch! Come on…"