It was one of those moments when everything seemed to move in slow-motion. The dripping of water, the crispy crunching of concrete particles falling. Heartbeats and adrenaline. Frightened, clean breaths echoing through the darkness.

There were streaks of light piercing through the rubble and smoke and dust danced in it, swirling around, sparkling.

The thick smell of concrete dust and smoke made it hard to breathe, and blood... The sweet, metallic smell was evident.

"Everyone stand still" Hotch said and managed to see the dark siluette of Morgan close by. He was kneeling over Reid, whom they couldn't see. The floor was just a black mass. They could hear the young agent's gurgling breaths and soft sobs and Hotch noticed the sound of more sobbing further away from him. He knew the darkness would add to the panic and someone had to be strong and take control. It was his mission, his part to play.

"We'll get you out, pretty boy" Morgan whispered. "You just focus on staying calm and breathe,ok"

Hotch reached out and found Reids slim fingers. He held his hand. While he felt Reid's pulse and at the same time tried to comfort him with the touch, he noticed the young agent was quivering in little spasms and his pulse was fast. He knew Reid's body was slowly shutting down.

All of a sudden, they heard the sound of sirens outside in the distance. People outside crying, yelling names.

"They won't find us in time" JJ said and coughed. "If the floor beneath us is on fire they won't come up here"

"But... but if we can hear them, they should hear us" Garcia said. "We should call out for help"

Prentiss had crawled across the floor and up to what used to be the outside wall, wich was now semi-covered in rubble from the ceiling, cables hanging from collapsed walls and broken desks. She looked out through and opening and the sunlight hit her face. She could see large crouds of people. Firetrucks, ambulances and dozens of police cars. The entire are was flashing in red and blue. She noticed how much closer to the ground they were, only four floors up. It was too high for them to jump though, and they couldn't risk Reid's life, but the crane on the fire truck could be able to reach them, almost.

There had been helicopters circling around the entire time, but all of a sudden, there was a static, high pitched beep echoing above them and a voice spoke through a megaphone from one of the helicopters.

"Fellow citizens of America. This is a glorius moment! A moment people will talk about for generations! We... are... free!"

"It must be the leader of the terrorgroup" Hotch said. Reid was coughing and started to shake more violently. At that point, Hotch knew he needed to get to the hospital within moments to make it. Hotch stood up and yelled with all his might.

"Help! 10-52! 10-52!"

A part of him knew it wouldn't matter. Many agents were probably dead. One more wouldn't be anything but a number right now, but he couldn't just ignore the facts that his youngest agents was dying in pain.

There was a bright, white light that hit them through the broken wall and Prentiss screamed for everyone to get down, the sound of a machine gun firing multiple rounds of bullets exploded through the air.

And Reid laid there, unable to see anything, but very much able to hear the automatic weapon of the helicopter, and feeling Morgan's hand slip from his grasp.

It was almost lunch time at kindergarten and the children were out playing, throwing red and yellow leaves into the air. There was a beep as one of the educators recieved a text message. She looked at her phone.

"Something must've happened." She said and clicked and scrolled on her phone to get to the news channel. "My brother just texted me and told me to turn on the TV"

Her collegue sat her mug of coffee down on the counter and looked over her collegue's shoulder.

"Must be something big going on"

The web page loaded and the live news were filming what appeared to be a war zone. A large building was torn to shreds, more than half of it gone.

"Where is this?" the educator asked but her question was answered as a text was rolling at the bottom of the video. 'Live at FBI Headquarters, Quantico'.

The news reporter seemed to be stunned and as he stared at the sight, he shook his head, eyes glazed.

"Quantico is under attack, I repeat, Quantico is under attack. As far as we know, only eight people have been found alive and it seems these were the agents who worked on the second floor in the building. As you can se, the building is on fire and near a total collapse. The hope of finding anyone else alive is slowly leaving these brave men and women from the state's fire department. More units are on their way and they're not giving up yet. They're not giving up yet"

They looked up and stared at eachother for a moment before turning their heads to look out the door.

"Oh, dear God..."

Destiny was playing with two other children. She was laughing and they were running around in their colorful raincoats, throwing leaves and jumping in the pools of water.

There was a sound of panic and machine guns fireing from the news video and the reporter was yelling.

"A helicopter just opened fire at the building! Oh my God, this isn't happening. They're leaving no survivors behind. Oh God! Oh, please God!"

It was a moment where time stood still. A moment of questions unanswered and answeres not even excisting. A moment lost in time.

*10-52 is the code used when the FBI calls for an ambulance.

Wow, it's been three years since I last posted and I have had so much going on in my life, I could write a book about it. But I'm back now and I plan on continue with this story and some more and maybe start a new one aswell :)

Thank you so much for your R/R and your patience. I hope you liked this chapter.

/Kimona