My first fanfiction FYI. I own nothing.
Conrad Wallace was a 28 year old man who was currently holding up in Laurie Jasser's house; the next victim if Hotch and his team didn't get there soon. "Morgan and JJ go through the back door, Reid and Rossi you'll come through the front, Emily and I will go in first. Let's do this quickly and quietly." said Hotch over speaker phone to his team as they raced to 1327 Valour Street in Albuquerque, New Mexico. Finally they pulled up to the brown and green house, Hotch getting out first then quickly ducking behind it with Emily and Reid. Morgan, Rossi and JJ hiding behind the other that pulled up right behind them. Hotch unholstered his weapon signaling the others to do so then they all quickly made their way to the house. As planned Morgan and JJ ran around to the back, Hotch placed himself in front of the door, behind him Emily, Rossi and Reid were ready on his heels. He willed the door to be unlocked as he reached for the door knob; he didn't want to think of what could go wrong if he kicked the door down alerting Wallace. He turned to knob opening the door with an audible squeak that made him cringe as he looked down his iron sights left, right, and forward as he silently crept into an empty corridor as Rossi and Reid cleared the first room, with Emily following closely behind him.
Coming to a corner he stopped to check his surroundings and listened for any disturbances. Finding none he stepped into what he could see to be a corridor. He heard shuffling behind him and pressed himself up against the wall and was about to point his gun at the source of the noise when he saw Emily pop her head from behind the corner and nod towards the adjacent kitchen. Hotch gathered himself and continued to walk down the corridor ready to kill Conrad Wallace. A shot rang out and he dived into a room on his left, he tried to stand but became dizzy and fell back down.
"Hotch! Hotch sound off!" Rossi yelled. Hotch tried to answer 'I'm here' but it came out as a strangled grunt. He could hear more gunshots and frantic yelling. "He's wearing a vest, shoot him in the head!" He thought he heard JJ shout. 'Someone could've been shot.' he thought to himself as he struggled to stand in the empty room again. Finally he was was successful and stood up to make his way into the kitchen where the noises seemed to be coming from but almost immediately stumbled backwards further into the room and fell hard to the floor hitting his head. Hotch tried to stand up again when his equilibrium disappeared and was forced back down again. He heard shouting but could hear no more gun shots.
"Aaron!" Dave said as he approached Hotch with his gun drawn. He knelt on Hotch's right side then grabbed his radio, "We need medics in here now!" 'Where was Wallace? Was he dead?' He thought as his shirt and vest were undone by unseen hands. "Aaron, look at me!" commanded Dave. That's all he could do; look at Dave and wonder what was going on. He saw Morgan and Emily rush into the room, Morgan knelt by his left side. He was sure someone was pouring warm water on his chest that eventually pooled underneath him. Emily appeared over him and obstructed his view of the ceiling fan as her mouth began to move. He realized he could hear nothing but ringing in his ears for a few moments before voices and noises came back in waves. Many things were drowning out his thoughts; radio chatter, shouting from far away, hands on his body, "... you hear me Hotch?" 'Was that Emily?' Hotch asked himself. 'I should answer her, she looks...'
"What..." He tried but found he had little breath to spare, he settled for moaning for help. He fought to breath as Morgan loosed his belt. "Come on Hotch just breathe, you've got to breathe! You'll be OK!" Morgan shouted at him with a look of desperation. 'Why am I in so much pain?' Hotch thought to himself. 'Are they safe? Is Wallace dead? Why is everyone telling me to breathe?' He looked at where he thought the blinding pain was coming from but all he could see were bloody hands pressing down on his chest. 'I can't take this... please make it stop, someone make it stop. "Dave." Hotch choked out as he looked at him with pleading eyes. "Medics are coming just hold on Aaron," said Dave as he stroked his head with a bloody hand. "You're going to be OK but you have to keep breathing." Hotch looked at Emily who ran her hands through his hair smiling, but her eyes gave her away. Like a freight train his mind caught up to his body and all at once realization dawned and pain blossomed.
As adrenaline coursed through his veins he spoke; "Where am I hit? Am I bleeding? Wallace..." his mind filled up with frantic questions. "Don't talk Aaron just breathe, don't move." Dave said as he cupped Hotch's face in an effort to comfort him, he looked to his right and shouted, "Get them in here now!" His thoughts became hazy and slow as Dave, Morgan and Emily left to be replaced by four Paramedics who Hotch identified only as 'men in white' to his addled brain. They were applying pressure to his gunshot wound, giving him oxygen and taking his blood pressure; in Hotch's mind they were causing him more pain and suffocating him by strapping something around his head, he tried to take it off. "No Aaron, leave it on it's oxygen it will help you breathe." said the stranger in white. Hotch didn't believe him, he tried for the mask again but both of his arms were grabbed roughly and held down. He felt so weak and helpless. "Why was this happening to me? Why won't Dave stop them? Where are JJ and Reid?' he thought desperately while looking at the ceiling fan that was leaving his view. He heard the men in white shouting before all went black.