A/N: Prepare yourselves for the end of this... but stay with me. Thank you all for reading and your reviews. This is my second update for the day, so make sure you read the other chapter so you can understand this one!

"Sir!" Garcia raced towards the gathered team, her heels clicking as she rounded the corner. "Sir!" She was out of breath by the time Hotch met her. "I found it.. I know where she is." Garcia handed him a piece of paper with one single address listed on it.

"Let's go." Hotch pulled out his phone, he was calling in everyone he could. SWAT, the local PD, all available agents. He glanced at the paper again. JJ was close, he was keeping her within an hour away. "Hold on, JJ. We're coming."

The GPS had estimated their time of arrival at just past six in the morning. At 5:45 a caravan of law enforcement officials pulled up alongside the road. They had one mission in mind, get their sister out. And if somehow Steven ended up beaten to a pulp or dead, so be it.

"Agent Jareau is the hostage." Hotch began briefing the gathered crowd, watching as they strapped on their tactical gear. "We do not know her exact condition, but expect it to be critical. Agent Jareau is a diabetic and to our understanding has not had any insulin, an ambulance is waiting at the top of the hill for her." He paused, not sure how to phrase the next part. He desperately wanted to protect JJ's dignity. "If you see Agent Jareau, if possible, inform one of us before you approach her. She has been through a lot, and the last thing we need right now is further traumatize her." He watched as everyone bowed their heads, reading between the lines and understanding what he had just told them. "Steven is prepared for this, he knows we are coming and I am sure he has taken measures to prevent us from rescuing JJ. Be careful."

He nodded at them, and within seconds, they were on their way to get JJ back. Hotch stayed behind the lead SWAT team, Morgan behind him, Reid and Rossi each on one of his sides, Blake behind them. They seemed to crawl through the brush, making sure they were not heard. A team acting as an individual to bring back their own.

It was Reid who noticed it first, always the observer. He had known this was too easy from the get go, that Steven planned to hold on to JJ as long as he could. That the slip up with the phone was not something he had planned, he would want revenge and he wouldn't take it out on JJ.

"Get down!" Reid shouted, startling the line, as they did what he said. They all hit the ground just as the barn in front of them sent wood, nails, and bricks flying in their direction.

A tripwire, the bastard had set a tripwire. The barn was now engulfed in flames, fire spewing from every inch of the once wood structure. And Morgan felt his head explode with fury.

"JJ!" He took off running, ignoring the voice telling him to stop. He knew there was a good possibility of more traps, but the very thought of JJ burning in that building was enough to will him forward. He was almost there when he heard footsteps behind him. They were all there, all following, all risking their own lives to save JJ.

"JJ!" Reid called, ducking the fire that surround him. He searched the stalls, coughing as he did, it was getting harder and harder to breathe. "JJ!" He screamed, echoing the others.

"Over here!" Reid turned the sound of a SWAT officer who had grabbed something and had lifted it over his shoulder. "Get out, I've got her, get out!" He screamed rushing towards the door. The sound of the wood cracking alerted them that they had little time left.

The last of the team ducked out as a beam collapsed around the stall they had found her in and seconds later, the entire barn collapsed in a massive fire.

Blake took a deep breath, feeling the smoke invade her lungs. She looked up to see the SWAT officer kneeling over whatever he had brought out. He had said he had her, so Blake could on presume it was JJ. But as she got closer, a knot in her stomach grew. The figure on the ground was not moving, the SWAT officer was not even attempting CPR.

Blake looked to her team who all began approaching quickly, it was Reid who turned away first and right then and there, Blake knew they were too late. On the ground was a body, a few strands of blonde hair hung from the burned face. Other than the blonde hair, there was no way to identify this person on the spot

"Is this your agent?" The officer spoke looking to Hotch.

Hotch swallowed, and closed his eyes. "I don't want to give a positive ID right now, wait for the ME." And he turned and walked away, throwing up into the bushes. He had been too late.

Steven laughed as he watched the scene unfold in front of him, well, above him. From his bomb shelter dug deep into the ground, he had been able to watch everything. And now he knew, he was back in control.