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Somewhere in the city
He ignored the blinding pain in his head as he got into his car and headed to the office. The drive was sapping his energy and he did not know why. The pain refused to go away. Why? He could not remember and he knew it was important for him to remember.
At the office
After putting the car in park, he just allowed his body to go into auto mode and walked towards the elevator. When he exited the elevator, he barely noticed the shocking look on the faces of those around him.
"Hotch?" Rossi approached the unit chief slowly and he looked worried, very worried in fact.
Reid, Morgan, Prentiss and JJ stood up in unison and their faces reflected the horror and shock they felt. Hotch wondered why. He kept walking and Rossi grabbed his arm to stop him from taking another step further.
"Dave, what... are you doing?" he asked, trying to shake off the tight grip on his arm. The act itself amplified the pain in his head and used his other hand to massage his throbbing head and was surprised to see his hand was covered in blood. His? How? Why couldn't he remember?
Suddenly his world tilted and everything went dark. Rossi immediately supported his unconscious friend and barked an order to call 911. Reid grabbed a blanket and ran towards Rossi as the older agent lowered Hotch gently to the ground. He covered Hotch with the blue blanket and waited anxiously as JJ telling the 911 operator over the phone to hurry up.
"My God Rossi, What happen to him?" Morgan asked. He saw the car key on the floor and suddenly dawned on him that Hotch had driven all the way to the office in his condition.
"Rossi, he's damn lucky he didn't crash his car on his way here." The older agent just looked at Morgan without saying anything. He had so many questions and the only person who could answer them was the man lying on the floor.
Prentiss kneeled besides Rossi and handed him a towel to stop the bleeding. In minutes, the towel was soaked in blood as he held it to the nasty deep gash on Hotch's left temple.
"People, why aren't you answering your phones?" Garcia asked as she walked into the bullpen looking annoyed and her grumbling immediately stopped when she saw Reid's pale face and the unconscious Hotch on the floor.
Somewhere in the city
A dark shadow lurked behind an abandoned building as he set his sight on his current prey. His blood lust was high especially when his last victim got away from him. He would hunt down the escaped prey soon. For now, he needed to satisfy the hunger. He was very hungry. He pounced and his victim never knew what had hit him. It was a quick kill and he had his fun.