I walked into the building, gun in hand, wearing a bullet-proof vest. I was alone this time. The team was picked out one-by-one. I couldn't help but feel that this was a personal matter. I was the only one who could save them; I just hoped I wasn't too late.
Derek Morgan laid tied up in the corner of the room, a bullet in his knee-cap. He had lost some blood but the wound seemed to be closed up and there was a tourniquet holding it tightly. I couldn't see the others. Morgan gave me a frightened look and then looked into the shadows as though that was where the UnSub was hiding in wait for me.
"Do you know why I did this, Reid?" I heard a familiar voice in front of me and a feminine figure stepped out of the shadows. Her blonde hair caught the sunlight from the window. The woman wore a bullet-proof vest labeled FBI and carried a gun just like I did, but her gun was pointed at Morgan.
"J.J." I stumbled back, confused. "What's going on?"
"I knew that only you could figure me out, Doctor Reid." Even knowing, I had trouble swallowing the whole situation. The only thing I didn't understand was why. "It was the only way to get you to notice me, Spencer."
"What do you mean?" It sounded like she was in love with me. But if she was, why had I not noticed before?
"You're so oblivious, Reid." Tears welled in J.J.'s eyes and she bit her lip to fight them back. There was something about her that caught my eye; still gorgeous even in pain and insanity. "I've loved you for so long, Spencer, but you never even saw that." Her face was turning red and the tears began to fall.
"I've never felt loved in my life. But then I met you guys at the BAU. You're all like family to me; but I've always seen you differently, J.J. I just never thought you'd return that, so I kept it to myself. No one has ever fallen for me before and I got so used to that, that it never crossed my mind that it was possible to love someone like me. I--" I stuttered, tears welling up in my own eyes. "I'm so sorry, J.J." I watched as she trembled and I feared that she would accidentally pull the trigger and kill Morgan. "J.J., put down your gun. Let me hold you." I set my gun down on the concrete floor beneath me and held out my arms to her. She was reluctant at first but she hugged me close to her.
And the next thing I knew, I was handcuffed, with my face pressing into the cold concrete of the floor.