This story is set after part one of the season 7 finale, Hit, with an alternative ending. It is written in JJ's perspective mostly but i'll indicate when it isn't. Mostly K although due to some possible violence and maybe intimacy depending on how I go at the story it may be T/M. Hope you enjoy it, please let me know in reviews so that I know whether to continue or not :) thanks
This is the first chapter so not a lot has happened. This is just setting the scenereally.
JJ heard the shot. Her instinct was to run towards it but something was in her way. She hit the wall that was Morgan, pulling her back and stopping her from charging towards the entrance of the bank. She pushed against him hitting out at anything; her arms swinging wildly. Prentiss grabbed her arms from behind her as Morgan held her in place, the muscles in his arms barely flexing at keeping back her small frame.
Will was in that building. The shot was meant for him, destined to kill him in revenge. JJ couldn't do anything to save him, she just had to hope that his Kevlar vest was enough protection from the bullet. She stood there, her hand over her mouth, feeling sick to her stomach. She couldn't let her work mates and friends see her like this. She straightened up and walked towards the hut where Garcia would have seen everything. She didn't bother to see if the others were looking but knew that they would be on alert, waiting to see if she made a lunge for the door. She wasn't thinking about that now, she was thinking of Henry. If Will wasn't ok, Henry deserved to have at least one of his parents around.
In the hut Garcia sat in front of her screens typing furiously; her eyes watery and waiting to spill over. JJ stood in the doorway and swallowed back the lump in her throat.
"Is he ok?" she asked
Garcia just spun and looked at her, "Oh Jayje.."
"Garcia tell me. Where did the bullet hit?"
Garcia wiped a tear from her eye that was threatening to break the dam. "I don't know JJ. I heard the shot and then the cameras went dead. I can't see where the bullet hit. I keep going back and trying to pinpoint the location but it's no good I just keep getting the same thing over and over..." Garcia sighed, realising that JJ didn't want to hear it, "I'm sorry JJ."
JJ put up her hand, unable to accept any apologies. She just had to wait for them to be able to storm the bank. The others were in the hut as well now. They all kept glancing at her for any telltale signs that she was going to break. She kept a straight face. Not letting them see through her bravado.
"JJ?" Hotch called for the third time. JJ heard him this time.
"Yes?" she answered as if nothing had happened.
"What is Will's blood type?"
"Why do you want to know?"
"We're going to send in a medic in a minute. He'll give Will a transfusion."
Hotch tried to pull off the lie but JJ saw right through him.
"Give it to me straight Hotch. He can't get a transfusion out of the hospital." she sighed, fed up of people dancing around her. Trying not to hurt her feelings, thinking her profiling skills had changed because of what had happened.
"There's a pool of blood outside the back door of the bank. We need to know whose it is."
JJ's heart caught in her throat, "AB positive," she recalled off by heart.
Just then the phone in the hut rang. Everyone looked towards it but no one made a move for two rings. This was the deal, don't let them think you're waiting on their call; let them think you have something better to do.
On the fourth ring Rossi picked up, he'd been handling the phone calls and negotiations, "Hello?"
They all sat silently, listening intently to the mumbling on the other side of the phone.
"You'll have to wait, I'll see what I can do." Rossi turned to look at the others. "He wants to speak to JJ."
Everyone had their eyes on JJ now. The same question running through all their minds.
"I'm ready." she said simply taking the phone from Rossi and putting the receiver to her ear. She took a deep breath and said, "What do you want?"
She'd done negotiation before for a case, but nothing was going to amount for what she was required to do this time. This time, was different. Will's life hung in the balance now.