Disclaimer: I own Criminal Minds. That is why I write fanfiction. If you can't pick up on my sarcasm, then let me be clear. I DO NOT own CM; all I own is the happiness I get from watching and fantasizing.

A/N: I've always spun fanfic ideas in my head, but I've never actually carried a plot through its entirety. I'm hoping that posting here will force me to actually think more extensively about plot details and finish what I've started.

I know season 7 spoilers have started to emerge, but I'm ignoring all that for this story because I can.

I like inside jokes, so they'll be buried here and there throughout the story. There'll be references to fandom, actors and their non-CM roles, etc. I hope you have fun picking them out.

I am a stickler for canon. HUGE stickler for it, which is of course why it drives me crazy when canon is not consistent, but that's a story for another time. (I included this little tidbit as a clue as to how I write. Essentially, you won't find non-canon relationships here.) I also have Grammar Nazi tendencies, so if you've found that I made a mistake, please tell me. I don't like being hypocritical.

I character-tagged Hotch because he's important to JJ and therefore to this plot. He may not show up for a while, but I promise he will eventually.

And now, let the games begin…

"Will, please! Just take him and go!"

"JJ," Will started to protest, but she quickly cut him off.

"Fly to Portugal…" JJ peeked around the corner and fired off a couple of shots. "…use the passport in this briefcase. The details of…" She pushed Will further down the hall as the wall next to them was bombarded with bullets. "…your and Henry's new identities are in there. You can –" Will tried shielding a whimpering Henry as best he could while he too fired his weapon. "…familiarize yourself on the plane."

"And how exactly am I…"Henry started crying in earnest. "…supposed to get…" Will tried bouncing Henry. "…to the airport?"

JJ handed him a pair of keys. "There's an SUV, license plate CMS7E01…" They both had to duck as plaster exploded above their heads. "…at the base of Moore Court." JJ pulled Will closer to her, so she could keep her voice down. "When you get to Portugal, my people will meet you there."

"Where in Portugal?"

"Anywhere," JJ answered while firing her gun. "The identity is flagged. They'll find your destination and have people waiting for you there."

"How will I know who they are?"

"Details in the briefcase. I'm sorry, Will. I'm really, really sorry, Henry. Mama loves you. Will, you have to…" A bullet tore its way through JJ's left shoulder. "Go!"

JJ shoved Will – and Henry – towards the backdoor and maneuvered her way back to the demolished living room. Spying a broken drawer, she quickly moved towards it and grabbed a pen. Ignoring her throbbing shoulder, JJ attempted to take out Doyle's remaining men until she heard the click of her empty magazine.

"All right, Doyle!" JJ yelled and stood to reveal herself. "You got me!"

JJ dropped her gun to the floor. Doyle was quick to approach, grin fully formed on his face. "And you thought you could get away. Silly, silly girl."

JJ fingered the pen in her sleeve. She eyed his carotid arteries, waiting for the right angle and time.

Doyle turned to a few of his remaining men. "Connor, Liam, go after the boy and his father."

"NO," JJ protested. And in that moment, JJ made a quick decision. She quickly threw the pen. It nested itself squarely in the center of Connor's behind. He fell to the floor, howling in pain. Liam hesitated. To help or not to help?

Doyle screamed at him, "Forget him, Liam! Go after the family! Shane, join him!"

JJ closed her eyes and prayed that Will and Henry would get away to safety.