"Oh, my God..." I whispered, the seven bodies strewn haphazardly around us. They had all been sexually assaulted with some sort of pipe, two inches in diameter.
Even through my hardened emotions, I gagged.
"God save us," I breathed.
I felt a hand close around mine. It was warm and delicate, while somehow also being cold and hard.
I turned to see who had so graciously violated my personal space.
Hotch.
"He will save us, but, in the meantime Emily," he leaned over so his soft lips grazed my ear, sending jolts down my spine. I unconsciously pulled my coat closer to me. "Let me just save you... Prentiss." A sweet, soft kiss into the hollow below my ear and I was sold.
"Okay."