Note: I do not own Hotch or Prentiss, who are characters on Criminal Minds (obviously because you probably found this while searching for that tv show lol) I know that this first chapter is short and may seem a little confusing and not enough, but I assure you the next chapter will be better. :) The song used is called "Storm" by Lifehouse.

"How long have I been in this storm? So overwhelmed by the ocean's shapeless form...Water's getting harder to tread, with these waves crashing over my head,"

The wind is beginning to pick up. Lightning flashes on and off like a strobe light. The water rolls on top of him ferociously as the thunder rumbles louder than he has ever heard before.

He coughs as water enters and exits his mouth with the waves. He is trying to tread, but instead is almost flailing, the one thing you aren't supposed to do in a situation like this. His body stings as the salt water of the ocean enters all of his open wounds. He has several cuts on his face, but the more serious ones are on his legs and arms. He keeps telling himself it isn't as bad as the seven cuts that the Reaper gave him, but thinking about that just gives him more pain...

"If I could just see you, everything would be alright...If I'd see you, this darkness would turn to light..."

How did he get here? He was walking on the beach with the beautiful Emily Prentiss, watching the sun set. There weren't any clouds. It was just the golden sun, emitting a reddish shade and causing the sky to deviate from its normal blue nature. He remembers the calm water casually splashing their feet as they walked on the wet sand, letting their footsteps vanish as they continued. There were no boats on the water. Either there was another spot for fishing or people were eating dinner. It was just them and nothing else but the elements of nature.

She had to go to the bathroom. She walked through the sand as the t-shirt covering her bathing suit flapped gently in the soft wind. He smiled as she waved at him from the bathroom door. He then looked back at the water and suddenly saw a boat docked at the launch point. He looked around the beach and didn't see or hear anything...Until he felt a strong force smack the back of his head and he fell to the ground...

What did Emily do when she came out of the bathroom, though? Did she panic and run around frantically, looking for him? Maybe she thought he went to the bathroom, too. Did she call the police or the team? Did she get taken too? Maybe she hasn't even come out of the bathroom yet. Did she just leave, figuring that he left her? Maybe she got shot and she's sitting on a toilet while her blood drips down into the hole. Did she just leave, not giving a damn about him anymore?

Whatever the case, he wants his Emily. He wants to know that she is okay. He could care less about his problems right now. He'll start worrying about himself once he knows Emily is okay...

"And I will walk on water, and you will catch me if I fall. And I will get lost into your eyes. I know everything will be alright...I know everything is all right."

Tears begin to flow down his face, but for all he knows it could be sweat or water. He needs nothing more than to see those swirly brown eyes, to see her pale face, to see that shiny black hair...

His legs suddenly freeze in pain. He needs to give them a rest. They feel bad enough with the cuts, but the exercise of kicking his feet back and forth is exhausting his muscles. If he doesn't give them rest, there's a chance he won't stay above-

"I know you didn't bring me out here to drown...So why am I ten feet under and upside down? Barely surviving has become my purpose because I'm so used to living underneath the surface..."

A large wave rushes at him and throws him underwater. He struggles to get back to the surface, but his attempts fail. He slowly loses control of his body. Pain is overcoming his mind, though he's trying as hard as he can to keep control.

He can see the clouds of blood float in the water as his arms fall to his sides. He looks down into the abyss before his head is lifted up. His arms and legs begin to float with his body, bending it as if he is lying on a table...an autopsy table... He needs to fight, though. Why can't he fight? He needs to fight for her...

"If I could just see you, everything would be alright...If I'd see you, this darkness would turn to light..."

He can't move his body. He feels the water moving his body for him. The water's force is beginning to calm down, but the speed isn't. He can't see what exactly is going on because he is shutting his eyes tightly as water splashes onto his face. He can't open his mouth without water entering it and causing him to choke. He's getting all the air he can through his nose, but that's filling with water, too.

"And I will walk on water, and you will catch me if I fall. And I will get lost into your eyes."

He can see her, though. He can see her in his mind. Her smiling face, but mostly her eyes. He feels as if he's staring directly into them, letting himself get lost in heavenly color of brown...just like the earth, just like a cute little squirrel, just like coffee...

"I know everything will be alright...I know everything is all right."

But he isn't all right...