To settle any fears, the rest of the team heard Rossi's warning and got out of the building in the nick of time. Now they have to pull it together and save Emily and Dave. And that isn't going to be easy. Delaney rigged the building pretty good. So, with nothing but time on their hands, Emily and Dave will have to do some soul searching. No telling what might come to the surface.

Dust and smoke filled the empty field. Dazed and partially disoriented, Hotch stood up and took a few wobbly steps as he looked around for his team.

"Morgan!"

"Over here Hotch!" Derrick Morgan called out from behind. His shirt was torn, and he was bleeding from a gash on his head.

Hotch moved over to his injured co-worker and friend. "Are you okay?"

"My head hurts like hell. But I am okay."

"Where are JJ and Reid?"

Morgan shrugged. "I don't know. I thought they made it out with you."

Hotch pointed to the west side of the building. You take that side over there; I'll check this side." Morgan turned and left to find his teammates. Hotch took off in the opposite direction.

"JJ! Reid!" Frantically, he looked around and kept calling out. "JJ!" As he rounded the corner, he spied blonde hair lying in the field. He held his breath as he ran over.

"JJ! JJ! Are you alright?" he demanded. Kneeling down, he cautiously touched his liaison officer.

"Hotch?" JJ groaned as she tried to move.

"Stay there; I'll get help."

JJ brushed him off. "I'm fine. I hurt worse after having Henry. But I think my arm is broken. Can you help me up?"

Hotch gently brought her to her feet. Brushing the hair from her face, he scanned her for injuries. His shoulders sagged with relief that aside from a couple cuts and bruises, JJ was going to be alright.

"You're going to have a killer black eye," he commented. Slowly he helped her to the triage area.

"I've had worse."

Morgan came running up. "I found Reid. He's alright. Some smoke inhalation and a bump on the head…"

JJ looked around. "Where are Prentiss and Rossi?"

"I don't know. I didn't see them. Hotch, when you found JJ, did you see anything else?"

Hotch shook his head slowly. "No. Morgan--"

"On it boss." Morgan sprinted off. Hotch tried to assess JJ's arm. Reaching into the SUV, he extracted a First Aid Kit and set about trying to make JJ comfortable. A couple of police officers, who had accompanied the BAU team, had done what they needed to contain the scene. Within minutes, the sound of sirens filled the air.

As Hotch splinted JJ's arm Morgan breathlessly appeared. "Hotch, I didn't see them. I looked. I looked everywhere."

JJ tried to remain calm. "Oh my God! They're still in the building!"

Pulling his phone from his coat pocket, Hotch dialed the one person who could help. Garcia.

"Are you sure you know what you are doing?" Emily bit out thru her clenched teeth.

"First Aid training was a must in the Marines. I'm not what you can call a Corpsman, but I have helped set a couple of broken bones." Taking off his shirt, he tore it into strips.

"Are you ripping your favourite shirt?" Her voice contained amusement and surprise.

"I have to set your legs until help comes. Now be quiet so I can do my job." He started to put the key light in his mouth. "By the way, this is going to hurt."

Emily snorted. "So far, when has it not hurt?" She looked up and caught Rossi's eyes. Her hand covered his. "Thank you."

"You're welcome. Okay, deep breath and focus on something other than the pain." He placed the light between his teeth and arranged the makeshift splints.

Quickly and efficiently, Rossi had her legs splinted with a token amount of pain. Once the final knot was tied, he tried to arrange Emily and her legs to stay at an angle and decrease blood flow. Also, he wanted to make sure that Emily was next to him so that if and when she went into shock, the trauma would be minor.

Winded and shaking due to trauma and shock, Rossi carefully sat back down and tried to catch his breath. He could feel the bile rise in his throat and swallowed to keep it down. For a long time, only quiet permeated their area.

"Rossi, are you still awake?" Emily whispered.

"Yeah."

"How long has it been?"

"I don't know. Minutes. Hours. Does it matter?"

"I guess not." Emily thought for a moment. "How badly were you hurt?"

"Shrapnel in the side. I think the bleeding has stopped."

"Can I see?"

"It's alright; I had worse growing up in Jersey."

"I'm okay; I want to check."

"I'm alright. You shouldn't be moving at all, much less trying to take care of me."

"Well, it's the least I can do. Besides, I want to check to see if the bleeding has stopped."

As much as Rossi wanted to argue, in the end he gave in and pulled up his t-shirt to let her examine his wound. Emily winced at the site of his wound.

Oh God. This is bad. This is really, really bad. Oh David, why did this happen? Emily thought to herself. Her eyes filled with tears as her fingers gently examined the area, careful not to contaminate the wound. "Do you have any of your shirt left? I'm going to use some direct pressure to see if I can get the bleeding to completely stop." She took the fabric from him. Tenderly she pressed against the wound.

"I don't want to worry you, but I think you lost a lot of blood."

Rossi gritted his teeth. "I'm okay. I'll survive."

"Are you feeling light headed?"

"Could be the concussion. I don't know how far we fell. And God only knows what was in those boxes. He could have had them rigged with shrapnel or more bombs."

"He set us up," Emily commented softly.

"That he did." Rossi closed his eyes as he relished in the sensation of Emily touching his skin.

"Why? What did he have to gain by killing us?"

"Simple; notoriety. He would finally be somebody and not the loser he grew up thinking and believing he was."

Emily checked the wound and pressed the cloth a little harder. "Do you think it hurt when he detonated the bomb around his waist?"

"Does it matter if he felt anything?" Rossi countered.

"Yes, it does. I see my legs, and I see what he did to you. For all we know, Hotch and the others could be hurt or dead…so, yes, I want to know if it hurt him when he blew himself up."

"He's gone." Rossi's hand covered hers. "You're letting your personal feelings get in the way."

"Rossi, you mean to tell me that after all we went thru, that hoping he felt a little pain before he died is personal feelings getting in the way?"

"I'm saying that if you make it personal, your heart rate is going to go up, and I can't risk you going into shock. I can't carry you out of here."

"Well, I'm upset! I'm hurt, I'm scared, and I'm feeling helpless trying to do what I can for you; knowing that it might not be enough before they find us! I can't move, and you are losing blood. You're damn right I'm making it personal!"

Rossi tried to get control of the situation. "Emily! It's okay. Calm down. We aren't dead yet, and Hotch probably got out and is working to get help to us. If Garcia is half as good as I think she is she's already working on pinpointing our location." Rossi took Emily's face in his hands. "They aren't going to leave us here to die."

Emily tried to be strong, but the tears flowed any way. "David, I'm scared."

"I know."

"I hate being scared."

"I know. But it's okay. We survived, and we will survive. And if it's the last thing I do, I will get you out of here. Okay?"

Emily bit her lower lip and nodded.

"Has the bleeding stopped?" Rossi asked.

"I-I think so."

"Good. Then turn off the light and save the battery. We may need it for later." Emily did as he requested. "Emily?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you." He grabbed her hand and held on.

"David, do me a favour?"

"Anything."

"Don't let go of my hand."

"Never."

And in the silence of the dust covered rubble, they waited.