A/N This is my very first fanfiction. Ever. Don't judge me if it's awful but i would love some feedback!
Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds. They didn't accept my offer of 50p...
My heart stopped.
There are countless times where we end up in this situation. An unsub who is not willing to give up. Guns pointed all over the place. 65% of the time we talk them down. The rest of the time it's a tackle or a gunshot.
This time was different.
The gun was pointed at Prentiss.
And it wasn't us who fired...
I put down the phone the phone and Emily looked at me, eyebrow raised expectantly.
"Hotch said to wait for back up"
She nodded slowly, it was undoubtedly the answer she expected "And?"
"There's a child in there, Em. I can't just stand here and do nothing."
"Thought so," Damn, that girl knew me too well, better than anyone else on the team. A team of profilers. "I'll go in the front, you take the back?"
"It was a trap." The first words Hotch says when he arrives and sees the scene before him. The words that have been rolling round my head since it happened. The words that are accompanied by guilt, blame and sadness. The words that have been the only words I'd been able to utter as I had hastily phoned Hotch after it had happened. There was no child. It was a trap. It was a trap. It was a trap...
I looked through the glass on the back door, testing the handel and confirming my suspicions. It was open. I drew my gun and flashlight and stepped inside. I cleared the two rooms at the back but was overcome with a feeling I could not shake. It was as I entered the hallway that I realised: there was no noise from anywhere in the house. No child crying or screaming, no unsub making threats, nothing. But then I heard him say one word.
"Hello"
Prentiss: "You know you don't want to... I'm not your type"
And I ran.
I was on my fifth cup of horrible black hospital coffee when Garcia came over. I'd been trying to avoid the team since we arrived, sure that if I looked into any of their eyes, all I would see is blame.
"How you holding up my chocolate god?" She smiled but it didn't reach her eyes, which were red rimmed and puffy.
That's when it hit me. The blame wouldn't be in their eyes, but if I looked in a mirror, blame would be staring back at me.
The gun shot echoed around the room.
I didn't hesitate, three shots in his chest. Make sure he was dead. He didn't deserve the chance to live. I ran to Emily and pressed my hand hard to her shoulder trying to stop the blood flow as I fumbled for my cell. The only thing that was on my mind was how did he miss when he was only four feet away from her? I didn't have an answer but I was glad he did.
"How long have you been in love with her?"
I didn't ask JJ how she knew and I didn't try to deny it. It was written all over my face when the nurse walked in and told us she was out of surgery and being moved to the ICU. Instead I said:
"I honestly don't know"
"Does Emily know?"
I shook my head and JJ walked back to the rest of the team. I smiled.
It would be the first thing I told her when she woke up.