Fighter

Okay, this is my first Criminal Minds and Flashpoint crossover, and I hope you guys like it!

Disclaimer: Nope. (Cue sad face.)


"Medic! I need a medic in here!" Spencer shouted. Sam and Spike paced back forth, Spike shouting curses in Italian. Sam bit his index finger, trying his best not to attack the man who did it. Over the coms, he heard Jules crying and Ed and Sarge talking. "Where's my medic?" Spencer barked.

"I'm fine," her weak voice insisted. But they knew. They knew better; especially Sam. She wasn't okay. She never was.

3 DAYS EARLIER…


"You got your cell phone?"

"Yes, Sam," I said, rolling my eyes. I loved my uncle, but sometimes he can be a bit much.

"And you'll call me if something happens?" He insisted.

"Yes, Sam," I repeated. Sam sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Tori, if you say that one more time…"

"Yes, Sam," I said with a smirk. Sam grinned.

"That's it!" With a squeal, I dropped my back pack and ran around the apartment. Sam chased me around. Finally he grabbed me and began tickling me. I shrieked and giggled and laughed. Finally, Sam stopped, and I gulped air down.

"C'mon, Tori. You're gonna be late." I frowned.

"Why can't I come to work with you?" I asked. Sam sighed, ruffling my hair. I groaned, picking up my back pack.

"Maybe tomorrow, Tori. I know Spike would love to see his best friend again," Sam said, trying to cheer me up. I sighed, not really believing it.

"It's the first day of school. It's okay if I miss it. I promise I'll go tomorrow, but I can't go today. Please, Sammy, please?" I begged. Sam frowned.

"Tori, you know—"

"I know. It depends on the case to help," I interrupted. Sam gave me a sad smile.

"Tomorrow, kiddo. I promise." I knew there was no use in arguing with him, so I just plugged my headphones in and blared my music. Sam didn't like my music, but he let me listen to it. For that, I was grateful. Without my music, I'd have a panic attack. And I know, because it's happened before. I got grounded, Sam took my iPod away, and I had panic attack, so now he only takes away the television. Sam practically dragged me to his car. I got in and buckled myself in. I looked out the window, tracing patterns in the condensation before wiping them away. Suddenly, Perfect Weapon ended and Gold came on. I smiled slightly, then the school came into view, and the smile vanished immediately. In my ears, Britt Nicole sang, "This, this is for all the girls, boys all over the world. Whatever you've been told, you're worth more than gold…"

Sam tugged one of the headphones out. "I've been tapping you on the shoulder for minutes, now. Are you okay, Tori? Are you sick?" Sam stretched a hand out to check my forehead. I swatted it away, forcing a smile.

"No, Sam, I'm not sick. I promise. I'm fine, just… Just a little nervous," I lied. Sam eyed me, but eventually dropped it. I opened the car door, but Sam reached over, pulling it shut. "I thought you wanted me to go to school, Sam," I said, shaking my head.

"Tori, I'm not a good profiler, but I can— and will— call Spencer, if that's what it takes." I sighed. Spencer and I were very close, and I kind of liked him, and I think Sam knew that.

"I'm fine, Sam. I promise. And if you don't let me out know, you're officially going to be late for work," I reminded him. Sam sighed.

"Okay. But you promise to call me if something happens?" I nodded, leaning over and giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"I promise. Bye, Sam. I love you," I said, getting out of the car.

"Love you, too," Sam said, still eyeing me. I closed the door, and he stayed there for a while. Work, I mouthed to him. He nodded, and drove off. I hoped he wouldn't call Spencer. He had enough to worry about. Almost as much as Sam.

Slowly walking into the school, I tried my best to hide my headphones. No doubt someone would judge me because of my music. I turned down the song that was on, Red Sam. I loved the beginning, so I usually put it on repeat, like now. Here I stand, empty hands… Wishing my wrists were bleeding, to stop the pain from the beatings, and… Ah, Flyleaf. They're perfect. I passed some of those Barbies, and they glared at me, especially my band shirt. I glared right back. If they hated on Black Veil Brides, I'd take them down. It's happened before. They rolled their eyes, and I walked away, trying to find my locker. 227… 228… 229… 230. "Here we go," I mumbled, twisting the combination. I patted my pocket, making sure my cell phone was there. I put some of my textbooks in there, and kept the ones I needed. I headed towards my first class; History. I didn't really like History, but it's necessary that I take it. I walked in, taking a seat in the back.

Someone sat next to me. "Hey," he said. "I'm Aidan. I noticed you like BVB." He pointed at my shirt.

"Yeah. And I noticed you like SWS (Sleeping With Sirens)." I pointed at his shirt.

"I think we'll get along great," Aidan said, grinning. "What's your name, Sweetheart?"

I scowled at Aidan. "I'm not your sweetheart, and I'm not telling you. You can find out for yourself." He grinned again, flipping his bangs to the side. The teacher, Mrs. Green, introduced herself, and we had a get-to-know-you activity. You make a poster, one side has lies and the other has truths. People go around and guess which the truth is and which the lie is. I made mine on dark blue poster with black Sharpie. I barely finished a sentence, when someone's voice came over the intercom: Students, you have five minutes to hide. Or I'll come looking for you. I'm guessing that's not the principal.

One of the Queen Bees screamed. I quickly shushed her. "I know what to do in these situations, trust me," I said quietly.

"Why?" She sneered. "You're the one who does them?"

"Newsflash, Barbie, my uncle's a cop," I snarled. She shrank back. "Everyone under the desks."

"But he said to hide," Aidan protested.

"Do you really want to listen to a psychotic killer? Or do you wanna listen to me?"

"You," Aidan agreed. I nodded. Everyone— including me— scurried under our desks. Soon, there was a knock on the door.

"Where's the teacher? Teacher, open up!" The subject growled. Mrs. Green scrambled to the door, and then glanced at me. I nodded. She opened the door. The subject stumbled in.

"Where's the student?" He asked; gun aimed at her.

"Wha-what student?" I quickly scrambled up from under my desk.

He turned his gun to me. I spread my arms, palms outwards, gesturing I had nothing on me. "Sir, all she wants to know is what you were talking about," I reasoned, remembering what Ed told me. He'd told me how to negotiate in case I need something from Sam. Also in case of this situation.

"I want one student from this classroom," he clarified.

"Why? Why do you need one student? Why do you need any students? What you're doing is irrational, sir. And I think you know that." For a split second, he looked like he might leave, but then he growled.

"I'll take you then, Ms. Reasonable," he sneered. He grabbed my wrist and dragged me out. I looked back at Mrs. Green. I'll be fine, I mouthed. She nodded. He shoved me in a room and I stumbled inside. He locked the door as he left. Quickly, I got my phone out and dialed Sam's number.

After two seconds, Sam answered. "Tori? What's wrong? Are you okay?"

"Sam, do you have a hot call?"

"No… Why?"

"Well, you have one now. Some guy came in and locked my school down. He took me out of my classroom and locked me in the janitor's closet. He left, but… Sam, he's got a gun. And he won't let me leave the closet." The door handle jiggled and I yelped. "He's back!" I whispered. "I got to go, but, please come quickly." I swallowed. "Sam, I'm scared."

"I'll get the team. We'll be there soon," Sam said, just as the door opened.

"Hey, what're you doing?!"

"Nothing!" I yelped. Bang, bang.

"Tori?" Sam shouted from the phone. "Tori?" I clutched my arm, doing my best not to scream. Tears trickled down my face. The subject picked up the phone.

"Tori is no longer talking to you," he said, snapping the phone shut. Then he looked at me, the gun right at my face. I whimpered, more afraid then I'd ever been in my life. "Well, Tori, it looks like you've made a big mistake."

I heard the unmistakable sound of the gun being locked and loaded.


What do you guys think? Keep or kill? Ya like? Hehe…

~Moonfan4eva