A/N: I'm not sure if this story makes sense or will make sense to anyone but me. I actually planned to write it as a oneshot, but while typing it up I came to the conclusion to split it up in chapters, since I'm so slow at typing. Plus I haven't finished writing it, yet. I have actually outlined the story in my mind until the end (it won't be much longer than about three or four chapters of different lengths), and have currently written the next chapter, but if anyone has any ideas, I can try to write them into it. Please review and point out any mistakes (grammar, spelling, punctuation, etc. as well as incoherences).

Disclaimer: None of the characters in the story belong to me.

Chapter 1

It was early afternoon one Thursday. Jennifer Jareau was currently sitting in her office, reading through a pile of files that had accumulated on her desk over the past days, when her boss, Unit Chief Aaron Hotchner stormed in without knocking.

"JJ, turn on the TV! Local news channel!"

She did as she was told , eyes widening at the pictures she saw of a Virginian State Prison.

"Isn't that the prison where Rossi went this morning for a custodial interview?" she asked worriedly, hoping against hope that Hotch would say no.

"I'm afraid so. But I I have no idea yet about what's going on in there. All I know is that there must have been some sort of revolt or something like that. Prisoners have taken hostages and the local police are negotiating."

"Oh my God." JJ muttered, just as a news reporter said: "... Nothing is confirmed yet, but there are rumors that two people were shot. It is also reported that at least one FBI agent is among the victims." They both flinched at these words.

"JJ, you stay here, keep everything together. Inform Morgan and Reid when they come back from their lecture. Prentiss and I will go to the prison and see if we can help there."

"Okay, Hotch." She nodded while still staring at the television screen. Hotch was about to leave the room, when she turned to him and almost pleaded: "Hotch!"

"Yeah, JJ. I'll inform you as soon as I have any information." Looking at her for some seconds, he realized that the feelings his young media liaison must have for his old friend went beyond the usual concern you have for a co-worker.

"I promise," he added reassuringly.

"Thanks."

After Hotch had left, JJ sat down at her desk again, staring at the TV. She couldn't bare seeing those pictures. Her head dropped into her hands, and she felt like crying.

"He can't be dead. This is not happening. He can't be dead," she told herself over and over again.