Note: I'm away from the computer and Internet for the next couple of days so I thought I'd be nice/rotten (depending on your Point of View) and post another couple of parts today since it'll be at least Thursday before there's any more!

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"Federal agent down!" Lewis called into her wire as she wrenched open the door. As she ran across the deck and down the two steps to kneel by the stricken team member, she called for medical assistance.

Rossi watched in anger as he raced around to the front of the house just in time to see the Toyota pull away in a westerly direction. He updated Hotch on his wire as he ran back to where he'd left Lewis. Hearing the commotion, the two local officers ran to their cruiser to pursue the Toyota, advising their superiors they were engaged as they left.

"I'm pursuing," Rossi called out to Lewis. The sound of sirens could be heard: both the departing police cruiser and the arriving ambulance, attendants pulling into the driveway immediately after Rossi had pulled out in the FBI SUV.

"Absolutely," Lewis called back to him. She was busy helping JJ sit up. Jareau's gun had fallen several feet away from her as she went down and Lewis carefully handed it back to her. Reid's gun lay on the ground a few feet away and Lewis quickly retrieved it. JJ shook the grogginess from her mind and as realisation set in, hastily tried to explain what had happened.

"I'm okay, he shot me here," she panted, pointing to a spot under the F on her Kevlar. "I think he had Liz. When I came around the corner, he just shot me and I fell. Spence came running to see if I was okay of course. I blacked out. It all happened so fast. He must've grabbed Spence at gunpoint. We gotta find him Lewis!"

"We will. We need to get you to a hospital."

"I'm okay," JJ protested as the ambulance attendants arrived with their gear and set about treating and transporting her.

"It's not optional, JJ."

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Henry and Anna took Muttli for a walk while Michael sat in a baby swing and Melissa gently pushed him back and forth. About a hundred feet away from the playground area was a stand of trees by the bank of a small creek that ran through the back of the park. Muttli sniffed around the base of each tree, peed on each one and wanted very much to make friends with the small squirrel he came across. Henry held the leash tightly to foil Muttli's advance. He allowed the pup to step into the creek to splash about and get himself a drink of water then the threesome made their way back to the playground.

Melissa spread the picnic blanket under a tree and had the older children sit down. She settled Michael into Anna's arms, then handed her Michael's bottle.

"You didn't get a chance to feed him last night or this morning so I thought maybe you'd like to now."

Anna nodded and devoted her attention to giving Michael his bottle. Melissa handed Henry the collapsible water bowl and asked him to put out water for Muttli. Once he'd completed that job, Melissa handed Henry one of Muttli's treats to give the dog. Happily, Henry did so and after Muttli had eaten the treat, he poked his muzzle into Henry's side until Henry petted him.

After Michael's bottle was done, Melissa burped him then sat him on the blanket and gave him one of his teething biscuits. Anna and Henry ate their sandwiches and shared a container of cut up fruit. They drank water and had cookies and then helped Melissa clean everything up. She reapplied sunscreen to the older children, and tied Michael's sunhat back in place, much to Michael's dismay.

Anna and Henry played in the sand, building a castle and a road for the Tonka trucks to drive along. Michael contributed his small plastic car and the older children tolerated his unintentional destruction of their castle. Melissa let Muttli off his leash and tossed the Frisbee for him to chase after and retrieve. He brought it back enthusiastically the first time, not quite so enthusiastically the second time and not at all the third time. Melissa laughed and tried cajoling him.

"Come on, Muttli, go get it! Get it!" The dog gave her a look, yawned and toddled back to the children to lie down.

"That's right, you're a Rottie, not a Retriever. Hopeless case," she laughed, snapping the leash back on his collar.

"I'll get it," Henry offered, getting up from the sand and running to the abandoned Frisbee. He placed in under the stroller and returned to the second version of their sand castle. After about half an hour, Michael tired and Melissa laid him down in his stroller, rocking it back and forth until he fell asleep. The older children continued to play in the sand for a short time then headed over to the climbing apparatus where they spent another half hour or so burning off energy before they determined they were tired and done with the park. Melissa gave them each a water bottle then they started for home.

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The first thing he became aware of as he regained consciousness was how cold he felt. Reid shivered and groaned, rolled over onto his side and groggily tried to sit up. It was a difficult undertaking, given that his hands were bound together in front of him with a plastic cable tie but after repeated attempts he managed it. He brought his bound hands up to his face to move his hair out of his eyes and winced as he made contact with his temple. Moving his hands back down, he was dismayed to find blood on them. He gasped when he remembered what had happened.

"JJ," he said aloud in a concerned tone. Recollection of what had happened flooded his mind. He'd heard gunshot, raced to see if JJ was all right and as he rounded the corner of the house—gun drawn but ambushed nonetheless—a sharp pain had darkened his consciousness. And the next thing he remembered was waking up here just now. Shaking off the cobwebs, he focused and looked around, taking in his surroundings.

He was sitting on a dirty concrete floor; a drain clogged with blackish muck was situated in the very centre of the room. Cinder block walls surrounded him on three sides. There was a steel door in one of them. Above him in the ceiling was a bank of fluorescent lights, currently shut off. At the front of the room was a glass door that would slide up under the ceiling when open, the glass completely obscured by dust and grease. He recognised it as a vehicle service bay though there were no signs that the building had been in recent use. Hanging from a long hook in the centre of the room was a mechanic's trouble light, plugged into a long extension cord that disappeared under the bay door. There were no vehicles, car parts or other tools visible. The room was bare, save for a small stepstool in the far back corner next to an oversize double sink; and the unconscious woman lying about ten feet away from him.