As they all approach the house I turn my head to the screen and I swear in that moment she was staring right into the camera as though she knew I would be there, and in that moment I saw her mouth "Em, I love you." In that moment my life would change, in that moment the team stormed the room and at that moment the live feed went dead.

The feed went dead. Why, why did the feed go dead? I keep repeating this to myself as I frantically look for cords or wires or some other reason that would explain why the feed went dead, until I realize it's a wireless feed. The next thing I hear stops me on a dime. "We need a medic! Agent down!" Now my mind is in over drive. Medic why do they need a medic? My heart is racing and I swear any minute now it will burst right though my chest. I should go in, but Hotch told me to stay put. Go in. Stay put. Go in. Stay put. Who am I kidding, stay put my ass. Not sure how I got to the front door but I arrive at the same time as the medics, wait did they say Agent down. Shit, shit, shit Jay Jay.

I am now rushing into the house so fast I barely register that I passed Rossi. As I turn the corner someone steps in front of me and grabs hold of me, it's Morgan. "Prentiss, you don't what to go in there."

"The hell I don't, Morgan let me go, I need to see her. I need to tell her how I feel. I need her to be okay."

Instead of letting me go he holds me even tighter, "the medics need room to do their jobs, we need to give them room." His hold tightens even more and now I know something bad has happened. I feel tears burning my eyes. Up until this moment I could only assume it was bad, now. Now I know it is bad.

Hotch looks pissed. His eyes meet mine, no not pissed, lost, he looks lost. Morgan loosens his grip enough so I can turn and see a little of what is going on. I need to see what is going on, I need to see her, I need these tears to stop falling. I am trying like hell to get the tears to stop flowing. As I turn I see her. I see Jay Jay, on the floor. Her light blue shirt now soaked with crimson. God, that's a lot of blood, too much blood. One of the medics is cutting her shirt off, another is starting fluids and a third is applying pressure to her wound. No that last one isn't a medic, I know him, it's Reid. Reid is desperately trying to stop the blood flow. With her shirt off the medic takes over trying to stop the bleeding. Now she is on the stretcher and they are rolling her past me, "She's so pale Morgan, look how pale she is." I didn't register the fact that I had spoken the words out loud until I feel Morgan's grip on my arms tighten.

"She will be alright, she's strong, she is going to be fine." Not sure if he is trying to convince me or himself.

I try and reach out to her to touch some part of her but my body does not react fast enough and when it does all I feel is emptiness. Morgan is pushing me slightly the direction the stretcher went. We are turning the corner but stop in our tracks when we hear, "We need to get a rush on it, we need to get her loaded." "Call ahead and tell them what we have." "I lost her pulse." "What do mean, we just had it and it was strong." "Crap she's coding."

I hear coding and my knees finally give out and I am collapsing. Morgan tries to catch me but we both end up crumbled on the floor. Our eyes meet and his have just as many tears in them as mine. I feel myself shaking uncontrollably now, my breathing is out of control. All I can do is look on as the one person I know I will ever love is dying right there in front of me and there's not a damn thing I can do about it. At that moment two hearts stopped.