A/N: AU story revolving around a new team member named Willa Ford. I'm writing this in a world where Walker was never brought in, starting at the beginning of season 13. The first few chapters will go along with current episodes but eventually it will go fully AU. Hope you enjoy, please R&R.
The elevator doors open to a pacing Garcia, blinding chewing on her thumbnail with out hearing ding as the doors open. A young agent steps off heels clicking against the tile in skin tight jeans and a denim shirt.
"What happened?" She asks, snapping Garcia out of a downward spiral of negative scenarios.
"The team was on their way to a possible lead on Scratch when I lost their signal. I haven't been able to get in touch with any of them or get the signal back." Garcia explains worry still etched in her features.
"Grab your gear and a vest. I want you to lead me the location." The woman instructs before heading into the bullpen, up the stairs through the door to Prentiss' office.
They reach the crash sight as Rossi stumbles out of the passengers seat. Both women rush out of the SUV, Garcia slowing as she see's the blood seeping through through his jeans. "Call for backup and multiple ambulance." The woman orders before swinging Rossi's arm over her shoulder and leading him from the crash.
"Willa?" Rossi asks, still slightly out of it. "What are you doing her?"
"Garcia called me when she lost the signal, what happened?"
"He ambushed us. The tires blew out, the truck came out of no where."
"Just breathe, ok. I'm going to set you down and check on the others." Willa sets him down, leaning him against the car she and Garcia had taken. When she rounds the first SUV she see's JJ with a hand over her left eye.
"I can't see." the older woman exclaims, trying to find her way.
"Agent Jareau, I'm Agent Willa Ford. Let me help you."
"What?" JJ asks still getting her bearings from the crash.
"Garcia called for help, I've set Rossi by our car. Let me take you there so I can check on the others." Willa coax. JJ finally gives in as they hear the first sirens approaching.
She sets JJ down but returns a minute later, alone and with a grim look on her face. She whispers to a few EMT's before approaching the remaining team members.
"What is it?" Garcia finally asks.
"From what I could tell Dr. Lewis has some internal bleeding and I didn't want to risk moving her. Agent Alvez was unconscious when I reached him. It looks like he was still conscious immediately after the crash because he was a few feet from the SUV." Willa explains.
"And Emily?" Rossi asks.
"He took her." Garcia's sob drowns out all other noise before Willa takes control, knowing they can't waste anymore time. "JJ and Rossi, you need to go to the hospital and get checked out. Garcia, I need you to pull it together. I'm going to call the director and try and get Reid temporarily reinstated but right now it's just you and me. I'm going to go over all my notes and I want you to figure out how Scratch knew the team was coming."
Prentiss wakes to a bright light, as her vision focuses the mostly darkened room comes into view. Surgical equipment, a heart monitor, she can feel she's in a hospital bed, she just notices her arm is in a sling before a strange face comes into view.
"You were in a crash Agent Prentiss but you're being taken care of, we both are." The man says before leaving.
"Where am I? This isn't a hospital. Where's my team?" She calls out after him before he disappears behind the curtain.
Another figure comes into the room a moment later. "How are you feeling Agent?" She hears Scratch before she see's him.
"Where's my team?"
"Don't worry, they made it out. Well most of them, I don't think Alvez is going to make it." Scratch taunts.
"No." Prentiss breaks.
"Dr. Lewis was also unconscious, internal bleeding. Who knows if Agent Jareau will get full sight back?" Scratch continues, a single tear making it's way down her cheek. "But I'd be more worried about whether or not you'll walk again."
When he uncovers her legs, the tears that had been threatening to spill now flowed freely down her cheeks. All hope of escape gone.