Sorry for such a late update. I do want to say all of your review were so encouraging and kind. And to the guest review, I am more of a Hotly shipper too so I know where you are coming from there!

I appreciate all the reads! Were nearing the end! Can't wait


Rossi turned away from the un-subs and pulled back a rug on the floor, there was a trap door. He holstered his gun.

Reid came barreling in, hidden behind a SWAT team with an invasion of agents and officers behind him. He stopped to kneel on the floor next to Rossi as the un-subs were removed with some excessively brute force.

"What is it?" Reid asked.

"Garcia." Rossi said, almost questioning if he had heard her voice. He pulled open the trap door, with his heart full of anticipation. Caked with mud and barely visible, it was the blonde strands and the whites of her eyes that gave her away. He sighed in relief as tears stung his eyes. It was Garcia, she was alive, but instantly his heart ached for what she had suffered. He reached down and cupped one side of her cold, mud covered face, "You're safe now."

Weakly she began to cry, "I'm naked." She said and slowly began to fade out.

"It's okay." Rossi assured her, "We will get something to cover you up."

Reid sprung to his feet, "I need a medic!"

In a matter of minutes the floor was ripped apart and Garcia's nude body was lifted from the throws of death and out of a sod ridden grave. "There's more." She barely whispered, as she was covered with a sheet, just before she was carried away to the ambulance.

Rossi watched as she pointed her hand towards the floor, from where she was rescued. Rossi looked to Reid, "Ride with her, call Shawn and the rest of the team. Let them know we found Garcia."

Reid nodded and was quick in tow as Garcia was carried out the door.

Rossi slowly made a descent under the floorboards. On his hands and knees, spider webs entangled around his head as it brushed the underside of the splintered wood. Instinctively he brushed them away from his face, while switching on his light. The silky strands that lingered against his neck sent an eerie chill up his spine. His knees became wet with mud and dirt began to find its way under his nails. What Garcia must have felt, knowing this was where she was going to die? Rossi almost lost control for a moment; it had become personal and intimate. He slowly tried to choke back the horror of it and focused on the task at hand.

Starting on his left the light cast an eerie shadow amongst the bones, his heart dropped. Hollow eyes stared back at him, looking as though the face was screaming for help. Forcing himself to look away he swept his light around the perimeter and saw what looked to be bodies wrapped in cellophane, which was sure to keep the smell down. He hung his head and crawled back out.


Hotch hurriedly made his way through the subway tunnel, with his gun aimed down towards the tracks. He contemplated calling out for the girls, but if the un-sub was there he didn't want to give himself away. Faintly in the distance, he thought he could hear an oncoming train. Either they were already dead or there was still time to save them.

Hotch quickly picked up his pace. He started to notice the change in lights from red to green. It was then obvious Kevin had not yet been able to override the system. The train would stop once it reached the red lights, activating the breaks, but by then, if the girls were down there it would be too late. Hotch rounded the corner and saw his blonde haired, fair skinned beauty lying limp among the tracks. "JJ!" Hotch yelled, making quick glances, aiming his gun in all directions before clearing the scene and holstering his weapon.

JJ heard her name, "Hotch?" She barely mumbled. She turned her head and saw him running gallantly towards her. He's here!

Hotch's was wrought with despair as he neared JJ. The scene was grim as he stopped at her side. Her body that wasn't crusted over with enormous amounts of blood was covered in dirt and bruises. The blood was a gut wrenching site with Hotch knowing what had happened, how could she have lived through that? One of her knees looked painfully disfigured. Looking to her free hand that had been so delicately placed out to her side, was grotesquely broken at the wrist. JJ's other hand was chained to the tracks, foretelling of inevitable future as a subway train approached full speed ahead.

Hotch instinctively jerked on the chains, with no avail. Moments later he was calling for the men only yards behind him to aid in setting JJ free.

JJ whimpered with the slightest of movements Hotch was instigating with trying to set her free.

Hotch could hear her agony, it tore at his heartstrings. Ripping apart the fibers of his very being. How could he have let her slip through his fingers to suffer such torment? For a sliver of a moment he thought about shooting the chain, but the repercussions could be uncanny, causing an explosion with the electrical system, deafening JJ, or even killing himself as well as JJ with a ricochet bullet. There were too many risks and the idea quickly dissipated.

The backup officers and agents were approaching like a thunderous herd. The train was getting closer with no signs of stopping as it roared loudly through the dimly lit tunnel. Hotch looked to lights above that were still emanating a greenish glow. Kevin still had not been able to override the system. He sighed and grabbed JJ's hand, trying to pull it out of the chain. It was so close to getting free, lacking only a small amount of space just below her thumb, where the chain pressed repeatedly, and with force against her skin as Hotch tried to jerk it out.

JJ moaned against Hotch applying pressure to her hand. "It hurts. Stop….please." She pleaded incoherently as the phrases ran together, mocking the cries of pain instead of distinguishable words.

Hotch had to ignore her, listening to her plea was almost more than he could bear. It wasn't enough she had already suffered so much, that he too had to cause more pain, if only in the end it would be worth it.

The back-up arrived like a cluster of thick smoke, crowding the space with no room to breathe and unfortunately out of any ideas or means to set her free. Word was passed to Hotch that Kevin was close to an override, but still no cigar. With that final word, and no ray of hope Hotch looked to the men and ordered, "Get outta of here! Go!" The train was getting too close and he couldn't risk the lives of everyone. The men wasted no time in retreating; fearing for their own lives, knowing the train's arrival was ever closer to being an imminent one.

JJ watched in a blur, as the back-up agents and officers ran for safety. Beneath her the tracks began to vibrate and a cold chill swept across her exposed body, as if to say death was knocking on her door. She turned her head towards Hotch after watching the men disappear, once again leaving them all alone. "Go." JJ told him plainly, but with a distinct amount of pain hidden deep within her tone.

"JJ I'm not leaving you." Hotch took another jerk on her hand, expelling another painful moan from JJ. Time was running out, if only…Hotch had an idea. Without giving JJ any warning he quickly dislocated her thumb and pulled her hand free from the chains, sweeping her quick, but ever so tenderly in his arms and running for safety.

The train was almost within sight. Hotch couldn't look back, but out of the corner of his eye he saw the green lights turn red. Kevin had overridden the system and almost instantly he heard the brakes grinding against the metal, a hundred yards or so behind him. It was still too close.

JJ was desperately trying to catch her breath from the sudden torment, of Hotch dislocating her thumb. She hadn't the strength to scream the moment it happened and now Hotch held her tightly in his arms as they ran. The agonizing heat and endless throbbing from her knee, created a searing pain that relinquished an unimaginable anguish as it dangled loosely over Hotch's forearm. JJ found it hard to breath in torment and with little strength she could barely scream. She was smothering. It was like a bad dream and when the train hit they would wake up. She looked behind Hotch and her face lit up with a golden hue and blinding light that seemed to be calling for her soul.

Hotch felt as if the train was on his heels. Against his will he looked over his shoulder with an unforgiving curiosity, sparks flew in the empty space like fireworks, giving the tunnel a reddish orange glow, that presented itself as a dark beauty that encased a metal monster, with high beams that seemed to be coming to a stop all too late.


Are they going to make it?