This is just going to be a short multi-chapter story to fulfil a cmpromptmeme. Team fic for now, but that could changeā¦
Blam.
Blam!
There was a thud and a groan. Then nothing.
Emily swung her flashlight and gun towards the gunshots and saw Morgan do the same. Whatever had just happened was on the other side of the house. Definitely inside the house, not muffled enough to be outside the walls where more officers were waiting. Who was covering that side? Was it Hotch and JJ? Rossi and the police chief? Her mind was blank. Reid was safe at least, back at the police station with a broken toe.
They waited a beat. Damn it. There was no noise, no reassuring crackle of the radio to tell them that the UNSUB was down. She looked towards Morgan, his face impassive as he inched towards the archway into the hall and she fell into step behind him, clearing a closet as they went, lights trailing along just in front of their feet.
There was a creak as they stepped into the carpeted hallway and Prentiss felt her heart jump into her throat, walking into the back of the solid wall of muscle in front of her. Derek cocked his head. There was another creak - from the top of the stairs, Emily thought.
Before she knew what was happening, she was flying backwards; on her ass, scrabbling for a better grip on her weapon, before she realised that it was Derek who'd knocked her back, before raising his gun at the dark figure charging at them from across the hall.
"FBI! Put your hands up!" He managed to get out, just before the figure was almost upon him and he raised his gun. He didn't get the chance to shoot; the gun flash from the top of the stairs cut the attacker short, about a metre from him.
Morgan kneeled to check the suddenly still man's pulse, and Emily found herself already on her feet, sweeping pass him, gun still in hand. She rushed pass Rossi who is running down the stairs, holstering his still hot sidearm. She walked through another archway, into what must have been the family living room and stopped short at the sight.
"Oh my God!"
Rossi was all business, calling the ambulance and summoning the back-up in, calling Morgan, telling him to ring Garcia, but she was stuck, the wind knocked out of her and she can hear her own voice, shrill and high, stuck on repeat.
"Oh my God!"
