'We're losing her, we're losing her!'

Bright lights whirred around inside a cramped ambulance. Paddles, IV bags, and other various instruments littered the available floor space.

'CLEAR!'

Paddles shocked life into the motionless body that lay before two hectic paramedics; her eyes now open wide with fright. The slightly larger paramedic moved the oxygen mask down off of the woman.

'Can you tell me your name ma'am?'

The other paramedic was rifling through the tiny cabinets fastened to the ambulance walls. As the vehicle swerved around a tight curve he grabbed onto the shelf for support.

'Gabriella… Lourdes,' the woman of small stature whispered. 'Where am I?'

The smaller of the two paramedics shut the cabinet case gently after finding the sedative he was looking for and kneeled down beside the woman.

'My name is Adrian and you're in an ambulance on the way to the hospital.' The other medic, whose name was Matt, held the woman's bloody hand and gave it a gentle squeeze as Adrian continued.

'You were attacked by your husband, ma'am,' he said gently.

Gabriella shot up, the mess of blood on her chest now clearly visible. 'NO! NO! It was not Lucas! Lucas is dead!'

Adrian looked over at Matt and sighed. 'Yes, he… it looked as if he shot himself after shooting you. Is that correct?'

'YOU ARE NOT LISTENING!' Gabriella was shouting as loud as her physical state would let her. Matt glanced at the tiny monitors surrounding him and gave Adrian a look of small terror. 'A man that looked just like Lucas came in and attacked us both! I do not know the man that killed my husband!'

'Mrs. Lourdes,' Matt said calmly, 'you're going to have to settle down, your heart can't take all this…'

'YOU HAVE TO CATCH HIM,' she said breathlessly, 'before he kills again!'

Adrian pushed a little of the sedative out of the syringe to make sure it was ready to use at a moment's notice.

'Rest assured, the police will take care of everything…'

'El camaleón!' Gabriella shouted as she writhed on the stretcher. 'El camaleón!'

'What the hell is she talking about?' Matt said, his eyebrows raised in confusion.

'What do I care,' Adrian said in a hushed voice, 'I think she's on something to be completely honest with you.'

Suddenly the ambulance smashed into another vehicle, tossing the two paramedics into the air briefly. Medical supplies now littered every conceivable area of the ambulance. Gabriella continued to howl in apparent pain as Matt managed to get up off the floor. He pounded at the glass separating himself from the ambulance driver.

'Hey Eddie, what happened? What did you hit?'

Matt pressed his face up against the glass trying to get a better picture of the driver seat while Adrian roused himself quietly.

'Eddie, you okay?'

Without warning, the driver's lifeless head lolled down, covering the glass separator.

'Holy shit!' Adrian exclaimed, looking up as soon as the head came into view. 'What the hell just happened?'

Before anything else could be said or done the back doors of the ambulance swung open, revealing a man wearing a ski mask. Gabriella tilted her head back and screamed as if she had seen the devil himself.

'YOU KILLER!' she wailed, banging her hands on the sides of the stretcher. 'You killed my husband!' The medics cowered in the corner; Eddie's blank stare centered behind them.

The masked man's gloved hand reached into a back pocket and produced a small gun. 'And now,' he said in a low voice, 'I'm here to finish the job.'

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'I'm not sure I follow,' JJ said slowly, popping another Skittle into her mouth.

'What do you mean? Nathan is Claire's dad.' Reid also stole a red Skittle from the coffee table in front of them.

'So like, these powers run in the family?' JJ never considered herself a big sci-fi fan. Then again, she never really considered herself a fan of any form of entertainment. Her own life seemed like one big crime drama except without any of the happy endings.

Reid shook his head in disappointment. 'Obviously not, because then Hiro would have to be related as well.'

JJ didn't really care what was happening on the TV screen, she discovered, as she slipped a few candies into her mouth. She was glad she was somewhere where she didn't have to think about work. Besides, it would have been rude not to take Reid up on his offer of a Heroes marathon at his apartment.

Just as Reid went to take a sip of coke his phone began to vibrate. A few seconds later, JJ's did too. They looked at each other and sighed; work. 'Good thing I don't have a social life,' she thought to herself as she got up off the couch and answered the phone.

'Agent Jareau,' she said politely into the mouthpiece.

'I need you to be here within ten minutes, JJ. It looks like we've got a big case ahead of us.' Hotch's voice sounded tired and jaded on the other line. It hadn't even been a week since their last big case. Serial killers don't usually take vacations though, she reminded herself.

Reid turned the TV off, JJ put away the remainder of the snacks, and the two agents headed out the door, both dreading what awaited them at the office.