Following the older man into the nearest convenient store, Emily slung her favorite purse over her shoulder and shoved her keys into her leather coat's pocket. "Hotch, I told you that I'm fine. This is really unnecessary," she sighed.

"Prentiss you look pale and we don't need you getting sick on this trip," the Unit Chief stated distractedly as he looked at the medicines in the second aisle. "Tums or Pepto?"

Emily rubbed her hand over her forehead, the wrinkles practically disappearing from sight as her other teammate walked up beside her with a bag of pretzels in his hand. "Hotch really, I'm gonna be fine."

Reid slipped a pretzel into his mouth as he shook his head. "You looked pretty sick in the car. This is probably going to help you feel better, unless you didn't eat anything beforehand which would mean you'd most likely end up getting sick a little after you take the medicine." Seeing a glare from the brunette woman at his side, the genius held out his snack bag. "Pretzel?"

"I'm fine," she growled.

"Everybody down! GET DOWN NOW!"

Immediately reaching for his gun, Hotch stepped before his subordinates to take on the screaming man at the convenient store's counter. "Don't move," the stoic man whispered carefully, feeling the other BAU members behind him with their guns drawn. "Put the gun down and your hands up."

The flustered younger man was quick to shake his head, the gun wiggling in his hand as he tried to point it at the three agents coming toward him. "N-No! Get away!"

"Sir put the gun down." Emily held her gun steady as she inched forward, keeping her eyes on the younger man who let his gaze flicker from them back to the woman behind the counter. "No one needs to get hurt."

"I just n-need my medication," he stuttered. "I need it!"

Emily slowly nodded her head. "What's your name, sir?"

"Alan."

"Ok Alan, we can get you your medication without hurting anybody here. Just put the gun away."

The blond haired man tightened his hold on the gun he had stolen from his brother's safe and inched toward the check-out counter. "Just give me my medication!"

"I'm sorry sir," the woman cried, her hands held up beside her head. "We can't fill your prescription until the tenth of the month. Those are your doctor's orders sir, I'm sorry."

"Give it to me!"

"Alan," Hotch called, not seeing that his agents were going on either side of him and taking steps forward to infiltrate the crazed man's space. "We can get you your medication if you list to us, alright? All you have to do is put the gun down and let us walk you out of here."

Alan's eyes blinked rapidly, trying his best to unblur his sight so he could see the agents clearly. "I just need it," he whimpered, turning back to the shaking woman who could give him his medicine. "Can you give me anything? I need something!"

The dark haired woman quickly nodded her head, going to shovel out the syringes they held locked in one of their safety boxes.

Emily clicked her jaw, immediately taking a step forward when Reid was tugged in the counter's direction, his revolver falling from his hands. "Let him go, Alan," she ground out, her thumb turning her safety off on her gun. "Hurting a FBI agent is a federal offense and I doubt you'll be wanting to spend your next couple of years in prison. Let go of him."

"No! I need him!" Alan shoved the scrawny agent into the hard counter, his hand squeezing the life out of his bony arm. "Take the medicine."

The genius agent quickly took the syringe fro the woman behind the counter and handed it to the older man. "Here."

"No, you take it first."

Emily took a tentative step forward. "Alan you can't make him do that."

"Yes I can! I can!" Turning, his crazed eyes looked harshly at the unnamed cashier. "What is this? What's the drug?"

"Ritalin," she quickly nodded.

Alan tugged the sleeve to Reid's shirt up, taking the medicine from him and fiddling with it in his hands. "Hold your arm out."

"I can't." He couldn't do it, he couldn't. There was no way he was risking getting addicted again.

Emily took a breath before putting her safety back on and shoving her gun into her holster, her hands rising up beside her head. "Ok Alan, let him go."

"No!"

She calmly stepped forward and nodded to the younger man, her eyes connecting with her partner's for a split second to let him know that she would take care of it. "He's no allowed to have that, but I can. Inject me, ok?"

Hotch hardened his gaze on his subordinate, noticing the man who held the gun softening his watering eyes on the brunette woman. "Prentiss."

"Just let him go and you can have me," she nodded. A gasp left her mouth when she was pulled against the strong man's chest, her left arm sticking out as he pulled up her sleeves as quick as he could. "Ok ok," she tried to calm, looking up to the blond with a soft gaze. "Just calm down."

The woman behind the counter tapped furiously on the surface to try and get the others' attention. "There are very bad side effects to injecting Ritalin."

"I don't care!"

Emily bit down painfully hard into her bottom lip, knowing that she was drawing blood as the needle was pushed into her vein.