A/N Hey guys!

This is my first Criminal minds FF, so bear with me lol x

Alright, so Cori is my only original character in this, except for the killer himself. I don't know if anyone has read my NCIS ff, but if you have, you'll notice a similarity between my two original characters:they are both only sixteen years old. I know that in America, you can move forward grades in school, and I know that Spencer was in college at the age of fourteen, so I guess it's possible, but I dont claim to have any more knowledge about how that whole thing works. For the purposes of this story, lets imagine that Cori graduated high school at the age of 12, went to college until she was 14, and spent the next year and a half at the training acadamy for the FBI, thereby bringing her to Hotch's team. By this point she has been working with the team for about 18 months, and they are all very close. Any characters you recognise, dont belong to me (sadly for me haha)

Ok, please R+R because I would love to hear people's opinions! I'm not completely sure about this story, but if I get enough comments, I will gladly attempt to carry it on :)

Thanks in advance!

Chapter One.

The gun felt cool and strangely comforting in her hand, the familiar feel of the metal in her palm. Her hands shook, her body ached, pain coursed through her as she lay, already battered with her gun trained on her target.

However, as her finger hovered over the trigger, Cori couldn't bring herself to squeeze it. The man below held her friends, and colleagues, at gunpoint, but could she shoot the only parent she had ever known? Even though she knew what he was and what he could do?

She couldn't hear what he was saying, and all she could hear in her head was the sound of him telling his only daughter stories at bedtime, kissing her grazed knees better when she fell, teaching her to play baseball. It didn't matter that as she had grown older, he had seemed more distant. Cori simply dismissed this as loneliness, and only her father himself could change that. And anyway, she was too busy developing her aspiring career as an FBI profiler, despite only being sixteen.

As thoughts of her own seemingly normal upbringing passed through her mind, images of the people her father had father had brutally tortured and murdered, starting with Cori's own mother sixteen years before, came to her head. She could see the pain and fear in their eyes, the feel of their last breath leaving their bodies, the lingering echoes of their screams, mixed with those of her friends. Cori could hear JJ's quiet pleas to be released as the man held a gun to her head and a thick, muscley arm around her neck; Hotch, Rossi and Morgan trying to persuade him, Cori's own name thrown in here and there. The mention of his daughter only made the man angrier. Even Cori could see that from her elevated view-point. Cori could almost hear the cogs in Spencer Reid's genius mind turning, trying to work out the probability of their survival, and realising that it was dishearteningly dismal. Emily made small, subtle movements to search for options, escape routes, anything, and seeing none.

Cori wasn't even sure if what she was seeing and hearing was real. It didn't matter. It had the same effect on her.

Cori closed her eyes, took a deep breath to steady herself and force back the tears that had threatened to emerge, and opened them again. She had made her mind up.

It would all be over, sooner or later...