A/N~ Finished chapter two! Hope you guys like it as much as the first!

"Do not move Agent Hotchner. Do not even think about reaching for your gun, or I will blow your head off in front of your little boy. Do you understand me?" Hotch said nothing, giving the man his top notch glare and being careful to keep his face completely emotionless. In truth, he was terrified. Not for himself, but for Jack. What is he couldn't save him? Who knows what this man was capable of…

The door was in the back of the classroom, causing everyone to turn when the man entered after the teacher had already begun the welcoming speech. The man nodded a hello to the teacher, who got everyone's attention by restarting the presentation, and pretended to be one of the parents walking to sit by their child. This man, however, did not sit by a child. Once he was just a few feet from Hotch and Jack, he pulled out a gun and raised it to the ceiling, firing a single shot. After pushing Jack under the desk like the other parents, Hotch turned around to be face to face with a gun.

Looking the man straight in the eyes, Hotch remained calm while parents took their children from under the desks and went to a corner of the room. Thankfully, a friend of Jack's pulled Jack along with him. Hotch resisted the urge to run to Jack and pick him up when he heard his pained cries for his daddy.

"Now listen to me agent. You are going to do exactly what I say, or I will start shooting people. Okay?" Sobs could be heard from the corner of the room from both parents and children. Somehow, Hotch remained calm and collected. He couldn't let this man think that he had any power over him.

"Do you really think that this is the first time I've had a gun pointed at my head? You don't run this, I do. Now step back, and put the gun down."

The man laughed. "You like control don't you agent? What are you going to do? I have the gun. There is nothing you can do but-" He was cut off midsentence when Hotch slammed his body into the man, knocking him off his feet and pushing him to the ground and landing on top of him. The gun slid across the floor away from both of them. The man kneed Hotch in the stomach, and took the advantage by rolling on top of him and punching him in the face. Before he could get in a second punch, Hotch grabbed his fist and twisted it, causing the man to scream out in pain, and then flipped them again. Grabbing hold of both the man's wrists with one hand, Hotch reached down and pulled his back up weapon from his anklet. The sound of a gun being cocked was heard, but it didn't come from his gun. Feeling hard plastic press against the back of his head, Hotch froze.

"I'm sorry Agent Hotchner. Let go of your gun please. There is no need for this to get uglier than it already is. What the hell? He though. The PRESCHOOL teacher is in on this?

Knowing that he didn't stand a chance with his back to the gunman (gunwoman?) he reluctantly put his gun on the ground and slid it across the room out of reach. There were several things he could do in this kind of hostage situation, but none of those were options with all the civilians in the room. Before she could give any further instruction, there was a knock on the door.

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Shit! That was all Emily Prentiss thought when she heard the gun shot. She turned on her heels and ran towards the room. Peering through the slim window next to the door, she saw a man pointing a gun at a calm looking Hotch's head and parents running into the corner with their children. She let out a breath of relief when she saw someone pulling Jack along with them to the corner. Her heart broke when she saw him mouth daddy and he was crying. Jack shouldn't have to lose another parent, and he wouldn't. Not if she had anything to do about it.

Quickly pulling out her cell, she dialed Morgan's number, quickly filling him in. Unfortunately, it takes 30 minutes to get from Quantico to the preschool breaking the speed limit, and it was lunch hour, so the roads were going to be busy. It would be a miracle if they got there in less than 50 minutes.

Hanging up on Morgan and looking back in the window, Prentiss decided to screw protocol. Strauss could fire her later, but she was NOT going to let Hotch or his son (or anyone else her subconscious added) get hurt in any way. She let out a breath when she saw that Hotch had taken down the gunman, then sucked in again when she saw a woman pick up the gun he had tossed aside. Shit.

She had to come up with a plan fast. She didn't recognize the man from the hallway, so chances were he wouldn't know who she was either. It was still only fifteen minutes after the career day was supposed to start, so she decided to pretend to be a parent coming late. She could handle one unsub while Hotch took down the other.

Knocking on the door, she plastered a fake smile to her face and put her mask in place to cover her worry. PLEASE don't let anything happen to them.

/

"Stand up," the woman commanded, tapping the gun against the side of Hotch's head. He pushed himself up off the ground, as did the man, who now was wearing stupid grin. She handed the gun to the man, who pointed it at Hotch again, this time from a longer distance so Hotch could not attack him again. The woman put on a smile and walked to the door, only slightly opening it.

Hotch tried not let his jaw drop when he saw Prentiss standing behind the door with what he knew to be a fake smile on her face. "Hi! I'm so sorry I'm late. I'm here for career day!" she said cheerily.

"Oh I'm sorry ma'am but career day has been cancelled. I apologize if you did not receive the email, and I am sorry to inconvenience you," the woman said with forced sincerity, already beginning to close the door. Just then Prentiss slipped her foot in the doorway, pulled her gun from her holster, and knocked the door open with her hip in one fluid movement. It was actually quite impressive, but that wasn't the time to think about that.

Taking advantage of the distraction, Hotch lunged forward, again knocking the man off his feet and sending him flying backwards into the bookshelf. Hotch pulled him off the shelf, pulled his arms from around his back, and pushed him down onto a desk. He pulled his cuffs from off his pocket and laced them through the leg of the heavy desk and cuffed him to it.

Meanwhile, the door had hit the teacher in the face, sending her stumbling backwards. Before she could do anything else, Prentiss had the gun pointed at her chest. She immediately raised her arms and broke down crying. Prentiss turned her head slightly, looking over at Hotch cuffing the man to the chair. She reached into her belt and tossed Hotch her cuffs, taking a step closer to gain control when Hotch came up behind the teacher to put the cuffs on.

Emily couldn't believe that a preschool teacher was in on this. Whatever she had been planning, she was going to do with all the children in the room. What was this all about?

Once the woman was cuffed, Hotch handed her off to Emily, then released on of the man's hands to unhook him from the desk. Thankfully, he was done putting up a fight and didn't resist when Hotch cuffed him again. Taking the woman in one hand and the man in the other, Emily started to exit the room.

"Prentiss?" Hotch called from behind her. She stopped and turned her head around.

"Hmm?"

"Thank you," he said with a half smile.

"I think you owe me two months worth of coffee now," she replied with a grin.

"Get out of here Prentiss," Hotch huffed, rolling his eyes.

She chuckled. "Yes sir!"

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Thankfully, Morgan had called the local police, and they were able to get to the school much faster than him and the rest of the team. Emily walked of the school and was met by two officers who took the man and woman, putting them in separate cars. The sheriff approached Emily and quickly took her statement before she rushed back inside to find Hotch and Jack. Three officers came with her.

"What kind of person fires off shots in a preschool?" one of the officers wondered out loud.

"I don't know, but I think there has to be some underlying motive. I'd like to, and I think Agent Hotchner would too, be able to speak to them, so if you could keep them in an interrogation room until we can get there, that would be great," Emily replied.

She tapped on the door before pulling it open and entering with the officers. Nodding in hello to Hotch and smiling at Jack, she stepped into the classroom and made sure that her gun was no longer visible to the children. They had seen enough of that already today.

A sudden pain came into her chest when she realized that these children would probably not be the same. What happened today would probably in some way affect them for the rest of their lives. Everything leaves an impression at this age, she thought. Not to mention how the parents must be feeling right now. It would be terrifying to be in this kind of situation to begin with, but having to fear for and protect your child from this kind of horror? This had to be horrible for them too.

"I was just telling the adults that they need to give a statement to an officer before they can leave with their children. The superintended called the room and the school board is giving Quantico PD and the FBI full cooperation and access to the teacher's files," Hotch stated, looking only at Emily as he spoke. He had his hands on Jack's shoulder, who was standing in front of him hugging his father's legs.

Emily gave him a tight smile and nodded. "These are Officers Lambent, Jones, and Corry. They will be taking your statements, as will I. It will only take a few minutes. I'm truly sorry that all of you and your children had to see all of that," she added sincerely.

For the next half hour, Emily and the three officers took statements from the parents. In that time, Emily had been slipped four phone numbers from single fathers, rolling her eyes tossing each of the business cards into the trash can after they walked away. She smiled when Hotch, the remaining person in line stepped up to her and sat down in the chair across from her, with a now sleeping Jack on his lap.

"So, tell me Agent Hotchner, what happened on the thirty-first of May 2010 at twelve ten pm?" she said in a flirty voice. Where did that come from?

Hotch grinned in return, showing both his dimples as he relaxed in his seat. "Well, if you must know, it all began this morning when out of nowhere, this beautiful woman saved me from an ugly authority figure, whose identity will not be disclosed, before she showed up to save his ass before he traumatized small children, which he did anyways ten minutes later. Then before I could be held hostage by an armed preschool teacher, this wonderful heroine saved my ass again before anything bad could happen."

Emily looked down and blushed at his words, but was smiling. "Wow sir, that's a pretty eventful day. Though," the smile vanished from her face and her eyebrows furred together in concern. She reached up and ran her fingers over the cut from the man's punch on his cheek. "She didn't prevent all harm I see."

Hotch reached up and grabbed her hand in his, letting her palm rest against his face. "Hey, you came back. You came back, and if you didn't, I would still be in there, and probably not in the same condition I am now. You saved all those children, all the parent, me, and you saved Jack. And that, Emily, is something I can't, and won't ever stop thanking you for," he said looking deep into her eyes, feeling something he hadn't felt in a long time.

Emily blushed again and gave him a smile before pulling her hand back. "Well sir, as it seems that I saved your ass three times today, I think you are now up to three months worth of coffee for me. Starbucks grande espresso, two sugars and extra cream please," she said standing up with another big smile. Rolling his eyes but smiling back, he replied, "jeez Prentiss! Three months worth of coffee is going to add up. How about dinner tomorrow night instead?"

"I'd like that," she said softly, eyes twinkling as she looked up at Hotch. "I'd really like that."

A/N~ YAY! I thought I wouldn't have this done until the end of the week, but it turns out that there is a lot you can get done while procrastinating studying for exams! I don't know when the next chapter will be up, it's going to depend on how much I decide to put in the next chapter. Chapter three already has a detailed outline (in my head of course!), but I am debating whether or not to put the 'date' they have in there, or just go to day after. Tell me your thoughts! Thanks for all the reviews and support!