A/N: Hey all! Long time no update! Sorry for that, but as most of you know I've been working on some other stories as well! I never thought this story would get all the feedback it's gotten...thank you! You guys are amazing! I'm so happy that so many people are enjoying it! (and that you all don't hate me after chapter two...oops) Anyways, enjoy! Thank you all again!

Eight hours later, what remained of the BAU team sat huddled around a fire they had managed to build with wood that was laying around and Morgan's lighter that he had dug out of his suitcase, which was one of the three-along with JJ's and Rossi's- that they had managed to find. Naturally, Seaver and Emily were now each wearing a piece of JJ's clothing-Seaver, a navy blue sweatshirt with a hood and Emily, JJ's blue FBI windbreaker. The team had taken everything they found to keep themselves warm; the blankets from the jet, sweatshirts and jackets from the suitcases and go-bags, anything. Morgan was sitting facing JJ's body, which was about ten feet away from where they had set up the fire, and as Seaver, who was sitting curled into him, started to drift off to sleep into his shoulder, he kept watching JJ, as though he still had to watch over her. Eventually, he was the only one awake, and was just starting to drift off when he heard something walking on some branches in the general direction of where JJ's body was. He opened his eyes to quite the sight-three large, grey and white wolves were standing in a circle around JJ's body. He closed his eyes as they sniffed her, and his worst horrors came true when a sickening crunch sounded. Soon enough, he heard the sound of tearing flesh and the large animals chewing. Tears started to roll down his cheeks, and when the scent of blood drifted to them, Emily and Hotch- who were curled up next to each other opposite Morgan and Seaver- woke up. They both heard the wolves behind them, and very, very slowly turned around. When Emily's settled onto what was before her, she nearly screamed,

"They're eating her! We have to stop them!"

Hotch quickly brought his fingers to her lips, wanting her to be quiet,

"We can't do that, trust me. If we do, we'll be their next victims!" He told her in a hushed tone.

So, Emily covered her right ear and leaned into Hotch to cover her left, closed her eyes, and tried her best to drown out the horror that was happening to her friend's body.

Xx

Blake was awoken by the harsh light of the sun and the sound of something cutting through the air.

'Helicopter' her mind told her.

Without warning, she shot up, and immediately her eyes went to the sky. Sure enough, a black chopper was just about to fly over them.

"GUYS! Wake up! Helicopter! Wake up!" She screamed at the team, and one by one, they awoke, stood, and began waving their arms. As the chopper began to circle around them, Morgan instinctively reached for his gun and shot it into the air.

'That should do it. Come on…come on!'

He sent another shot up, and soon enough the chopper drifted closer to them.

"Help us! We're FBI agents and our plane crashed! Help us!" Hotch yelled up.

Suddenly, the chopper moved slightly away from them, but the pilot motioned for them to follow. Seaver and Rossi helped Prentiss as they all moved as fast as they could, following the helicopter as it went to a clearing in the woods. Finally, it landed, and the team made their way up to it.

"Hello, I'm SSA Aaron Hotchner with the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit, and my team we…we were on our way back to Quantico, Virginia from a case and our plane crashed. Two of our agents are dead and two more are hurt pretty bad." Hotch said breathlessly, gesturing to Prentiss and Seaver as he did.

"Whoa whoa hold up, you guys are federal agents? Okay, I'll notify the nearest hospital that I'm coming, I can fit three of you in here, the rest are going to have to wait for the medical e-vac, which should take about fifteen minutes." The pilot responded, making his way back into the chopper.

Hotch looked at his team,

"Alright, since Seaver and Emily need the most medical attention, I'll wait with them for the e-vac, Rossi, Blake, and Morgan go with this young man. The e-vac will also take…well, whatever else we can find." He was stern, and as the rest of them knew what he meant, they started to separate, saying temporary goodbyes. With that, Blake, Rossi, and Morgan got into the black helicopter with the young pilot, and took off to safety.

Xx

Hotch sat down with Prentiss and Seaver, rubbing small circles around Prentiss's back, and watching Seaver as she fought herself not to pick at the gash in her head out of boredom and anxiety. Before they knew it, a white and red helicopter drifted down to them, and a team of EMT's made their way over to them. Their eyes widened at the sight of Prentiss and Seaver, one of them seemingly amazed that any of the three of them were even alive.

"Ma'am, do you have any idea as to how this metal got lodged in your leg?" One of the EMT's, a woman who looked to be about 30 with light brown hair and green eyes, asked Prentiss as her eyes fixed on Prentiss's leg.

"Well I didn't put it there, now did I?"

Hotch was happy that Prentiss was being snappy, it showed that there was still some of her left. despite their current condition. A gurney was brought out and as Prentiss laid down on it another EMT guided Seaver into the chopper, Hotch following close behind.

Once inside the small cabin, Hotch allowed one EMT to take his vitals as he watched another begin to unwrap Prentiss's makeshift bandage, which Morgan had changed out the previous night.

What they found was not anything that they had expected.

The once red shading around the wound was now deep red, blue, and purple, with sickly pale patches spread all up her leg. The EMT looked at her,

"Ms., uh-"

"Prentiss, Agent, Prentiss" she corrected him

"Agent Prentiss, have you been feeling nauseous? Or dizzy? Feverish, maybe?" He asked her cautiously.

"All three, actually, since about six hours ago." Prentiss responded freely, not holding anything back.

"And ma'am, has the area around this wound been itchy or uncomfortable in any way besides pain?"

"Yes, it's been itchy and I've been having a burning sensation there for a few hours now."

The EMT's face went very pale, and he became silent. He removed the rest of the dressing, and began cleaning the wound with alcohol. Hotch knew it wasn't good, that serious infection was setting in, and that a matter of minutes would make a world of difference for Prentiss. At this point, she was bound to lose her lower leg, but if any precious time was wasted, she would lose her life. To distract himself from thinking of his life without her, Hotch turned his attention to Seaver, who was wincing as the female EMT cleaned her wound, working hard to remove dried blood and dead skin on the outer edges of the large gash. Luckily, Seaver showed no signs of infection, just bruising and the deepness of the wound itself. Hotch was told his vitals were clear and that he would be fine, but that didn't matter. Two of his coworkers and friends had lost their lives, one of them was now in grave danger and the other was severely hurt, possibly suffering from a concussion and being in a great amount of pain but being in too much shock to say anything about it. He didn't care that he, Morgan, Rossi, and Blake were okay, he just wanted for JJ and Reid to be with them, alive and well, and for Seaver and Prentiss to pull through, for all their sakes. It was the one thing he wanted-no, needed, in order for his faith in their strength to be restored.