CHAPTER EIGHT HOMECOMING
It's seems like every time we've had something to celebrate, something bad happened.
When I turned sixteen, Chris almost died.
When Chris woke up, Spencer got kidnapped.
When Chris came home from war, a one day trip turned into a hostage situation.
Spencer had gone to interview some children about sexual allegations in some weird cult town. Then the SWAT team raided it while he and two other agents were undercover there. So the town started holding them against their will. When I saw it on TV, Chris and I went straight to the BAU to see JJ.
"Is it true?" I whispered.
JJ looked at me. "Yes."
"No." I said. "No!"
"Kat, listen to me, he'll be okay."
I couldn't deal with my brother being a hostage. I had been a hostage, my fiancé had been a hostage, and they killed him.
"No, I can't do this again. I can't!"
"Kat, he's not Scott. They're not going to kill him."
People were staring know, but I didn't care, I cried into Chris's shoulder.
"I wish he killed me! I wish he killed me instead of Scott." I sobbed.
"Shh, Kat, don't say that. Please don't say that."
JJ looked shocked, I had kept in touch with her since Spencer's kidnapping. She knew me, and she knew this wasn't like me.
"Kat, honey, come with me." She said.
I followed her into Garcia, the computer techs' lab. There were strange fuzzy knick-knacks and pictures in neon frames everywhere. They matched Garcia's eccentric outfit perfectly.
"Hey JJ, hey Kat. What's up?" she asked.
"Kat, you're in for a little girl talk. Now who is Scott." Said JJ
"He was my fiancé."
"Fiancé? Honey, you're only eighteen." Garcia said.
"I was seventeen when he proposed, we were planning on a long engagement."
"Planning? What happened?" asked Garcia.
"One day we stopped at the bank on our way to the movie. And a man walked in, waving around a gun." I said. "He shot him. Right in front of me… and I tried to save him. I tried so hard…."
"No!" I screamed. "Please no!" I got up to rush to him, the man I loved, whose blood was spreading across the smooth black tiled floor.
"Freeze!" the man said, aiming his gun at me.
"Please, you have to let me help him. I love him. I'm a med student… I have to help him." I pleaded.
"Go." He said.
I turned my attention back to Scott. I pressed my hands to his chest, but his blood was seeping through my fingers. Tears streamed down my face and I began to sob.
"Scott. Please don't leave me. Please no. You can't do this to me. You can't! I love you! You can't do this, because I love you. I love you so much!"
But his eyes were already faded away, and he was gone.
"No!" I screamed. "No!"
I started CPR. 1….2….1….2….1….2….1….2 I said out loud. I collapsed over his body, sobbing. "Please come back! Come back! Please!" I sobbed and sobbed, and I saw the pitying looks the others were giving me and I wished I could stop, but I just couldn't.
"I tried so hard…" I whispered
"We know you did sweetie." Said JJ, rubbing my back. "We know you did."
JJ sat up with Chris and me all night while we waited for news. She stayed with us while we once again sat in silence.
I didn't get the silence until that night, our silence was our way of making it seem like it could just be a dream. Saying it out loud made it real. It couldn't be real. Not until it was over. Until it was over, there was nothing to say.
They made it out again, Spencer and his team mate Emily made it out, another team member they had been with had been shot by the SWAT team by mistake. And a teenage girl, who thought she was in love with cult leader blew herself up.
But once again, Spencer was okay.
Sure, I still felt guilty. A mother had lost her daughter today. But I knew now that I could still mourn her loss and be happy Spencer was okay now.
I remembered when the hostages had been released at the bank. They had felt bad for me, but glad to return to their families, and I hadn't been mad at them for being happy. I knew that is this was some other girl this had happed to, I would be happy right now to return to Spencer and Chris.
Well, that as one thing I managed to get over.
