"Sarah, what are you doing?" Roy asked again. He looked to the woman seizing on the floor. "What did you do to her?"
"You shouldn't be here." Sarah repeated. "You're not supposed to be here. You need to go."
"Sarah,"
"You need to GO!" The young woman raised a gun, leveling it at her employer. "This isn't right. This isn't right, this isn't how it happens." She muttered to herself, the stress swelling in her body while Roy Esposito stood helpless upstage.
"I see cars." Derek noted as the team neared the parking lot. Three cars were scattered around the dark lot. The large foyer was mostly dark, lit only by a few scattered overhead lights, indicating that somewhere in the building, someone was at work.
The wave of police officers agents flooded from the cars, swelling through the doors of the theatre and splitting up, sweeping hallways and rooms in teams.
Aaron Hotchner led Spencer Reid, Jennifer Jareau, and a handful of police officers toward the theatre doors.
Over the empty seats in the house, the team could see Sarah Miller standing, downstage center, her back turned to them as she pointed something at a man standing upstage near the legs. The agents recognized the man as Roy Esposito, who stood with his hands raised, pleading with the disturbed woman.
"I defended you." Esposito said helplessly, heartbroken and confused. "I told those agents none of my employees would ever hurt someone. Why would you do this?"
"They got it wrong!" Sarah shouted. "They got it wrong – it's wrong! I need to make it right!"
"Sarah Miller, FBI" Hotchner said loudly as he and the rest of the small force streamed down the aisles of the playhouse. "Drop your weapon."
Sarah whirled around, desperation and horror written on her face as she found herself nearly surrounded.
"Go away!" She wailed.
"Sarah, we know you don't want to do this." Hotchner said calmly, walking up the steps at the edge of stage right, while J.J and Spencer followed suit on stage left.
"They did it wrong." She insisted. "They did it wrong and I need to fix it!"
"I know." Hotchner replied sincerely, his gun still poised. "I know, but look." He nodded to where Maria Richards lay, her body heaving in desperate attempts to breathe.
"She's dying, Sarah." Aaron Hotchner monitored the girl's response carefully. "She can't breathe."
Sarah looked down, guilt and horror battling the compulsions inside her, overwhelming her and making it difficult for her to think.
"You don't want her to die, Sarah." Hotchner insisted "You don't want to hurt anyone. That's not how it's supposed to go.
Sarah's breathing was shallow and rapid. She wailed again.
"Stop it!" She yelled. "Stop it, stop it, stop it! You're confusing me! I need to make it right!"
Her hand holding the gun lowered as she closed her eyes tightly, hitting the heel of her free palm against her forehead in frustration. The team wasted no time. J.J and Spencer quickly advanced, J.J twisting the gun from Sarah's hand in one quick motion while Spencer laced his arms behind Sarah's, restraining her and preventing her from further harming herself.
Sarah began screaming, trying to kick and break free, despite Spencer's calm, quiet affirmations that no one would hurt her and everything would be okay. Police officers flooded the stage, taking over and securing the scene.
Police hovered over Maria Richards, radioing to the EMTs in the ambulance waiting outside. A pair of officers aided Spencer in handcuffing and removing Sarah Miller from the scene and into a police car, while others escorted a shaken and heartbroken Ray Esposito from the stage.
