Sorry this is such a late update! I've been writing but I haven't been able to type and post the updates much on vacation! I hope you all enjoy the chapter and yes there are many un-answered questions and I promise they will all be answered in due time!

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Making It Out Alive - The last story

JJ was beginning to panic, the walls were closing in around her. Leaned against a cold, cement wall, her heart rate began to quicken, just before she bolted from the floor, and started pounding her fists against the cement. "Let us go! Let us outta here you freak! People are dying!" JJ was relentless in her determination, to beat down the wall and never wavered.

Hotch was quick to react to JJ's outburst. He wrapped his arms around her thin waist and pulled her from the wall. Quietly and in the most comforting voice possible he said, "JJ it's going to be okay. We're going to be alright." Not believing his own words, he turned JJ around facing him. He saw the fear in her eyes and worry embedded on her face. There were no words that would remotely comfort her in any way and he saw that. Their eyes met gaze for gaze and hers were silently pleading with him, hoping somehow he would get them out of there. Her eyes spoke volumes and in that moment he didn't react as a boss or supervisor he reacted as a friend and pulled her in for a hug, one she gladly accepted.

He felt her arms squeeze tightly around his body, as her shaky voice said, "Get us out of here." The words were desperately uttered through her quivering lips as she held back her tears.

Hotch pulled apart from her and confidently looked into her eyes, "I will, I promise." JJ was satisfied with his response, failing to see the hidden fear he buried deep inside him.

Hotch kept his hand on her back as he guided her to Rossi who put his arm around her, and pulled her into the side of his body.

JJ leaned into him as her eyes met with Reid's glossy stare, suddenly overcome with guilt. Mad at herself, that she didn't show more composure than that.

At the cost of her outburst she sees Reid who is over come with worry, even more now since before they were abducted. Rossi and Hotch were now worried about her mental health and self harm considering she just acted like a crazy person. Then there's Morgan who didn't need anyone else to worry about or protect. The scene before him caused enough worry and heart ache for all of them. Garcia lay nearly dead, fading in and out. Her eyes would open with Morgan's touch and soft spoken reassurance. For just a moment he would catch a glimpse of those beautiful, dreamy eyes and half a smile, but now he was looking at JJ when his attention should be on Garcia.

JJ pulled away from Rossi, "I'm sorry I shouldn't have done that." She said meeting the eyes of every member of the team. She leaned down next to Garcia, who was resting her head on Morgan's thigh, JJ petted back her hair. Emotions began to come bubbling up as she tried to force them back down, "I just…I just…" JJ hung her head and felt Morgan's hand on her back. She looked into his eyes and saw a hint of reassurance that let her know her actions were normal; in his eyes she was also able to see he shared that same emotion. JJ returned the gesture by putting her hand on his shoulder and then she returned her attention to Garcia.

Reid knelt down next to JJ, worried about what he should say or do, but feeling the need to do something. He didn't have to wait long though, JJ initiated a hug and apologized.

Reid wrapped his arms, around his friend, and said, "I'm just worried."

JJ now felt the responsibility to alleviate his worry and pain, knowing he was suffering greatly, feeling guilty for Darcie's disappearance, and anxious about everything else that has happened. "Everything is going to be okay." She said pulling him in a little tighter.

Rossi walked next to Hotch and they turned their backs slightly, away from their team members, to talk privately amongst their selves. "What are we going to do?" Rossi asked.

Hotch rubbed his hands through his hair, the thoughts of Darcie and Emily racing through his mind along with the added, very critical condition of Garcia, he said, "I don't know." Hotch looked at his team and then leaned closer next to Rossi, "I have a bad feeling about this. For all we know Emily and Darcie are dead." Hotch stopped, that thought sent chills all over his body.

He soon felt Rossi's hand on his shoulder, "We have to trust that the EMT's and deputies will get to Emily and Darcie."

Hotch had tears forming in his eyes, "And what about Penelope?" She needs medical attention and fast, if not we could lose her."

Just then an audible voice came through the speakers on the ceiling. "JJ and Dr. Reid please step to the red X in the middle of the room. Hotch and Rossi please step next to the dying Garcia and the lively Morgan."

Morgan was furious, "How does he know our names?"

Meanwhile Hotch didn't respond to Morgan's comment, considering it a rhetorical question and listened intently to the speaker, trying to profile and see if the voice sounded familiar. He did know the agents names and he sounded very comfortable.

None of the agents moved and the voice came back through the speaker, "I can promise if you don't do what I say, the medics will get here too late to save Garcia's life."

With that said, the team started moving to their positions, wondering why this particular un-sub would be sending medics, and why he called them medics and not EMTs, help, or ambulance, why that particular terminology?

JJ held Reid's hand and gave him an encouraging smile as they walked across the hard cement floor to the middle of the room, passing Hotch and Rossi who had worried looks on their faces. Finally JJ and Reid made it to the middle, and as soon as they stepped on the red X, glass walls fell to the floor enclosing them.

Hotch and Rossi ran to the glass and beat it with their hands feeling the vibrations with every forceful pound. They quickly gave up when there was no getting through and they met with the dreaded glances of two of their own. If only they had their guns or their vests maybe they could break the glass, but since they had been de-armed they were at the mercy of the un-sub.

Garcia heard something and weakly said, "What's happened?"

Morgan turned his attention back to her, "Nothing baby girl you just rest. Just rest." He almost whispered, as he rubbed his hand across her fore head, watching her fade back out before turning his attention back to his caged comrades.

JJ and Reid stood their on the inside looking out at their team. "Please move to opposite corners and wait for further instruction." JJ and Reid did as they were told, hesitant with every step. Once they reached opposite corners the voice came back on, right after a knife dropped from the ceiling, onto the floor, clinking back and forth before it came to a stop. "This is a competition if you choose to make it one. If not I can promise one of you will die, actually one of you will die anyways. So here is how it goes. Whoever has the knife makes the life or death decision. If it's not picked up within ten seconds I will shoot Dr. Reid."

JJ went for it without hesitation, clutching the handle of the knife as she slowly brought it from the floor, in hopes of relieving any burden her friend would have to bear.

"You may choose to fight to the death, or you can choose to take your own life, saving that of Dr. Reid's. You have ten seconds beginning now, 10…9…8…"

Reid was urging JJ, persuading her to fight, with a panicked, guilt ridden voice. JJ felt the warm tears, drip down her face as she had already made her decision. Without a word and without much movement, one last time she connected her eyes with those of everyone she could see and with that look they knew what decision she had made. Reid made an advance towards her when she plunged the knife into her abdomen and fell to her knees, gasping for a few final breaths of air. Reid ran to her side as she fell the rest of the way into his arms. He trembled as a lifeless JJ rested in his grasp. Tears dampened her shirt as he sobbed, burying his face into her chest.

Not giving anyone time to react, the voice came back through the speaker, "It seems JJ has chosen to sacrifice her own life to save that of Dr. Reid's. What a gal." He mocked.

Hotch and Rossi couldn't believe the scene that had unfolded before their eyes. It happened all to quick and Hotch was feeling sick, overcome with guilt, not keeping his promise to JJ. A person, whom he trusted, loved and thought of as family was now dead.

The voice continued, "The next decision to be made will be that of Hotch. This decision you may find to be quite a bit tougher than the last. Number 1 you may choose to fight Rossi to the death or Rossi will be fatally shot. Number 2 Rossi will be fatally shot and the rest of your team will receive immediate medical attention, what a great sacrifice that would be. Number 3 if you choose to forego options 1 and 2 every member of your team will be shot with a bullet straight through the head. You have ten seconds to decide beginning now. 10…9…"

"Let him shoot me it's the quickest way." Rossi pleaded accepting his fate.

Hotch was quiet, he had to make the best decision for his team. His instinct told him to let Dave get shot and let the team get the medical attention they need, but it seemed logical to fight to the death and let Dave kill him, but he wasn't positive he could be so convincing and if they fought Garcia and JJ may die if they were not already dead. During his rapid thought process he had blocked out Rossi, he heard the dreaded numbers, "…3…2…"

Hotch reacted just as the shot went off.

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