So here is a new story. I haven't forgotten about my other one don't worry. For this story I'll use the teams last name while their are on duty buteither a their nicknames or first name while they are off duty. The quotes for the record might not make sense until later on in the story. Without further delay here is another story on the way.
Chapter 1- Under Fire
"Although the world is full of pain, it is also full of overcoming it." Helen Keller
Samantha Smith and her family are eating together at a local restaurant. Not big but not small in size either. It just opened up a few days ago and the Smith family is enjoying the grand opening. It's a nice family restaurant so kids ranging from infants to toddlers to teenagers are gladly helping themselves to the all you can eat salad bar, pizza, pasta, drinks, and ice cream bar. Samantha, a sixteen year old brunette happens to be the oldest 'kid' in the restaurant by a long shot. Sure there are college kids, yet no one expects that Samantha is wiser beyond her years. Samantha gets up to grab another slice of pizza when shots ring outside of the restaurant. At first Samantha thought she imagined it because she thought, "Who on earth robs a restaurant?" Samantha soon realized she did not imagine the shots because more shots were fired in the restaurant followed by a loud voice. "EVERYONE DOWN ON THE FLOOR RIGHT NOW! LET ME SEE YOU HANDS!" Samantha dives to the ground and hides behind a table dialing 911.
"911 operator what is your emergency?"
"My name is Samantha Smith; a man came into the Sweet Tomatoes off of highway 19, the one that just opened in shooting. He's got at least some sort of semi-automatic weapon. Hurry." Samantha exclaims in a whisper.
"Is anyone injured?"
"I don't know. Not that I can tell. And no one looks dead from where I'm sitting." Samantha looks over to her family and she puts her finger to her lips.
"Phones out in front of you!" The hostage taker demands.
"I've got to go. Please hurry." Samantha exclaims before shutting her phone and hiding it under the beverage table. Hopefully the man wouldn't find it.
"You." Samantha looks up in front of her to see an AK47 pointing at her chest. "Where's your phone?"
"I don't have it." Samantha glances to her family and she can see the worry in their eyes but she wills herself to remain calm.
"Likely story. Why don't you have it? I mean seriously what kind of teenager doesn't bring their phone?"
"The kind that is grounded from using their phone." Samantha retorts back bitterly. Samantha finally looks at the man with the gun. The first thing she notices is that the man is barely a man. No more than twenty. He is handsome but he is sweating and shaking, like he's going through drug withdrawal. Not only that but the other AK47 not to mention a .40 caliber gun strapped onto him makes Samantha feel no pity on the young man. Suddenly police lights and sirens can be heard outside the door.
A man on a bullhorn shouts, "This is the police. Come out with your hands in the air." The man just fires more shots in return outside at the police. Then the man comes over to Samantha and grabs her.
"Since you're so smart stand up and come with me." The man meant it as a harsh command but came off as a desperate plea. Samantha nods and stands up and doesn't glance at her family as she is lead to the window. "Go outside and tell them this." The hostage taker whispers into Samantha's ear and she nods confirming she understands. "Tell them this and get back inside or I kill the mother of this here baby."
"I understand. But what if they ask me questions?"
"Answer them honestly. Now go." Samantha nods before slowly opening the door to the restaurant and shows her hands through the door followed by the rest of her body. She puts her hands behind her head and walks out towards the SWAT unit. Two SWAT agents grab each arm and lead her away from the entrance and to the HRT commander.
"Miss, are you alright?" The HRT commander asks before he debriefs her.
"I'm fine. Look I don't have a lot of time. The hostage taker is in his early twenties, late teens. He's white 6'2" medium build. Black hair and brown eyes. He's carrying two AK47s plus a .40 pistol." Samantha informs SWAT.
"Casualties?" The HRT commander asks getting down to business.
"None so far."
"Has he made any demands?"
"Yes sir. He wishes to speak to the BAU." Samantha answers.
"BAU?" He asks confused.
"Yes sir. The Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI. If they are not here in three hours, he will start killing hostages. Now considering the distance it takes to get here, they should make it by plane. Just get him here sir. Look my phone is still inside, 727-689-9954. I can see if I can get back to it and let you know what's going on." Samantha turns to go back inside but the HRT commander extends his arm and grabs her arm and holds her back.
"No you are not going back in there." He orders Samantha.
"Sir I have to. If I don't he is going to shoot a woman in front of her infant son. I will be the go between and he has given me permission to bring in a phone to be used for negotiations. He will only speak with the BAU though. There are about 50 people inside. About twenty five percent of them are children. "
"Anything else?" The HRT asks reluctantly.
"I think he's suffering from drug withdrawal. He's sweating and murmuring to himself and he's really jumpy. I have got to go back inside, just get the FBI here please." With that Samantha heads back inside the restaurant.
"What did they say?" The hostage taker demands. However there is fear in his eyes.
"They said the FBI is on its way. How about you show them a sign of good faith?" Samantha offers.
"Excuse me?"
"Release some of the people, and that'll show them you are interested in a peaceful resolution."
"Sit down." Samantha doesn't say any more and walks back toward the beverage stand where her phone is still safe and sits down on the ground thinking it was going to be a long night.
Supervisory Special Agent Emily Prentiss sits back in her desk pinching the bridge of her nose to stop the oncoming headache. "Everything okay there, Princess?" Supervisory Special Agent Derek Morgan asks smiling at his partner.
"Peachy Morgan; we've been sitting here for three days straight and not a single new case has come in. Sure we got consults but nothing that requires field work." Prentiss complains.
"Think of it this way, if we are stuck doing paperwork, it means there are no serial killers out there." Supervisory Special Agent Dr. Spencer Reid, the boy genius, points out much to the annoyance of the brunette. Instead of responding to the man who could pass as dictionary, Prentiss decides to get up for more coffee and glares at Reid on her where there causing Morgan to burst out laughing.
Supervisory Special Agent Jennifer Jareau, JJ, the communication liaison for the BAU, sits in her office buried in files; buried being the literal term. Her desk is piled high with different files and cases that she sorts through for the team and agents. So far none of them have needed any of the different teams to go out into the field. Jareau stands up and goes to take a short nap on her couch. Just as she closes her eyes her phone starts to ring. "You have got to be kidding me." Jareau exclaims to her empty office. "Agent Jareau."
"Agent Jareau, this is Director Marsden." Jareau jumps up at the sound of the Director of the FBI's voice on her cell.
"Sir, what can I help you with?"
"You are needed in Tampa, Florida."
"I haven't gotten anything as to why we are needed there, sir."
"This call came directly to me, Agent Jareau. A man has taken a restaurant hostage and demands to speak to the FBI, particularly the BAU. I need you and your team down there right now. He has given a deadline of three hours to produce the BAU or he will start killing hostages." Director Marsden replies sternly.
"I'll brief the team and we will be there shortly." The director ends the call and Jareau bursts out of her office and into the bullpen. "Prentiss, Morgan, Reid, jet right now."
"Aren't we going to be briefed first JJ? You know see if we'll take the case?" Morgan asks the blonde liaison who is already up the stairs and at the entrance of her boss's office.
"No time. This call came to me from the Director." Jareau knocks on the door and enters when given permission. "Hotch, we got a case. We need to be on the jet now and in Florida now." Agent Aaron Hotchner, Hotch, a stoic man who rarely smiles, looks up at his media liaison.
"What's going on JJ?"
"Hostage situation at a restaurant and the man is demanding to speak to us. He has given a deadline of three hours before he starts killing." Hotchner is already gathering his things before Jareau is finished and heads out the door.
"You told the rest of the team?" Hotchner asks Jareau as they exit his office.
"Not Rossi but everyone else is heading to the jet." Jareau responds back.
"I'll let him know. Go and we'll be there shortly." Hotchner orders his subordinate and heads into the senior profiler's s office.
"Yes sir." Jareau responds before turning on a dime and heading out to the BAU's jet.
Supervisory Special Agent David Rossi, one of the founding members of the BAU and the oldest member of the team sits back and enjoys his coffee when his boss, Agent Hotchner, walks in. "Dave, sorry for not knocking but we have a situation. We need to be on the jet ASAP."
"What's going on?" Rossi asks standing up, grabbing his coat and heading out of his office.
"Hostage situation at a restaurant in Tampa. Demands to speak to the BAU. I want you to be lead negotiator."
"Will do Aaron." Rossi replies back as the team head onto the jet.
"Alone we can do so little; together we can do so much." Helen Keller
Review please. I'm not so sure about this story but I'll write a few more chapters to see how I like it. Sorry about my other story, I just needed a break and this one popped into my mind so I thought before I forgot about it I would write it.