I WROTE TWO CHAPTERS IN ONE NIGHT XD I'm so proud of myself! I like how one chapter is all happy and the next, yeah, not so happy ;) Me and my sadistic ways...So, I think Lowell is starting to grow on me... Stupid killer... *swats at imaginary Lowell* Anyway, hope you enjoy this chapter!

I do not own CM or the characters!

Morgan and Reid headed back to the hotel around seven, tired from their fun and eventful day. Reid was smiling the whole time, which made the other agent feel relieved. He was so worried about his friend, so he took him out for a day of fun. At first, the young agent refused, but eventually gave in and enjoyed himself. It was good to see the young man's smile again.

They got to the hotel, heading straight to their room. Once they got to the floor their room was on, they stopped, noticing their boss was by their door. Hotch looked over and saw the two agents, glaring at the both.

"Where have you been?" he demanded.

"I took Reid out to have some fun, Hotch." Morgan retorted.

"Do you realize what could have happened? You put both of your lives in danger."

"Hotch, we're fine. Nothing happened and even if something did, I had my gun and phone on me the whole time."

"That's not the point, Morgan. You are supposed to tell me if you're going out. You even had Garcia lie for you!"

Reid felt guilty for getting his friend in trouble.

"Hotch, it's my fault. If I hadn't been depressed, Morgan wouldn't have taken me out. I'm sorry. Don't blame him, he was just trying to cheer me up." The genius mumbled.

Both Morgan and Hotch looked at Reid with disbelief. They couldn't believe he was blaming himself for this because he was depressed. Morgan grabbed Reid's arm and dragged him to their room, ignoring the glare from their boss. Hotch sighed, heading to his room. He realized he shouldn't have been so hard on them. He was just so concerned about this team.

Morgan opened the door to the room, pulling Reid in with him. The younger agent looked confused by his friend's actions.

"Reid, do not blame yourself for that. That was nowhere near your fault in any way, shape, or form." Morgan glared.

"Morgan, if I wasn't so weak, I'd be able to handle this myself. You or the others wouldn't have to worry about me!" Reid fumed.

He wondered where the happiness from earlier that day went. Not only was he angry, he was fighting with the one person who cared about him so much. Reid felt a tight squeeze on his arm, noticing Morgan hadn't let go. It started to hurt and that scared him.

"You are not weak, Reid. Why would you even say that? What is wrong with you?" Derek muttered.

"Morgan, let go of me. You're hurting my arm, let go." Reid pleaded.

"Don't blame yourself! I should have been there with you, I should have stopped Lowell." Morgan continued talking.

Reid sucked in his breath, now knowing why Morgan was so angry. He blamed himself for Reid getting caught and hurt.

"It's my fault, not yours. I promised I'd protect you!" he stated.

The older agent's eyes were filled with tears. Reid had never seen him like this; it wasn't a pleasant thing to see.

"Derek, look at me, it isn't your fault. But please, let go of my arm, you're hurting me." Reid whispered.

Morgan finally snapped back to reality, quickly letting go of Spencer's arm. He took a step back, looking at his friend. He sat down on the bed slowly, mad at himself. How could he break in front of the person he cared about?

Reid shut the hotel room door and then sat down beside his partner. He cautiously rested his hand on Morgan's shoulder, attempting to comfort him.

"I'm sorry, Kid. I didn't mean to freak out on you. It's just, everything is so stressful and I feel responsible for letting you get caught. I should've ignored the pain in my shoulder and helped you, but I couldn't." Morgan sighed.

"It's my fault for getting caught. I ran outside during the shooting because I heard you in pain. I figured I had to do something. It was my own stupidity, Morgan."

"You ran out there for me? You're really dumb for a genius, Pretty Boy."

Reid gave Morgan a playful shove, lightening the mood. The younger agent got up and walked towards the bathroom, grabbing a towel.

"I'm going to take a shower, then go to bed." He said before walking into the bathroom.

He closed the door and let his smile drop. He turned the knob in the shower, waiting for the hot water to spray out. Reid got undressed quickly, then hopping in the shower. He loved the feel of the water on him, like it was washing away the pain. But he knew he couldn't get rid of his most recent scars.

Reid sighed, hoping Morgan wouldn't blame himself for what happened. He still cringed at the thought of Lowell. All the painful memories of him kept coming back. Today had been the only day that he hadn't thought about it much. Reid stayed in the shower for a while, thinking about what he was going to do. He had already wasted one day doing nothing. He only had two more days before Lowell came back, and that scared him the most.

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Lowell drove up to the hotel where the BAU team was staying. He had followed their every move, marking down every place they had been. He didn't know their room numbers, but that didn't matter to him. The first agent he saw, he decided, was going to get hurt.

He waited in the parking lot, gun at the ready. His eye gleamed with anticipation, like a predator waiting for its prey. His lips curled into a smile when he saw Agent Rossi walk out of the hotel. Lowell licked his lips, aiming his gun. He rolled down his window and positioned himself.

"Agent Rossi!" he shouted.

Rossi turned towards the source of the voice and Lowell took his shot.

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Hotch jumped at the distant sound of a gunshot. He opened his door, running towards the hotel entrance. He could hear footsteps keeping up with him. Hotch quickly glanced and saw JJ following, gun at the ready. Once they got to the entrance, they could see hotel staff members running in and out of the lobby.

"What happened?" Hotch asked one of the workers.

"Some guy was shot in the leg by a man in a red SUV."

Both agents ran outside, only to find Rossi sitting on the ground. His left leg was covered in blood as he put pressure on his knee. He looked angry, rather than in pain.

"Rossi, what happened?" JJ questioned, kneeling down by her friend.

"He was here, that bastard! He was waiting for me. I didn't even know it was him!" Rossi hissed.

"Did someone call paramedics?" Hotch looked at the hotel workers.

"Yeah, they'll be here any minute!" one answered.

"Did he say anything to you, Dave?" their boss said.

"He called out my name and then shot me." The injured agent muttered.

Hotch and JJ backed away from their friend as an ambulance arrived. The paramedics took Rossi, JJ followed, saying she'd ride with him. Hotch agreed, heading back inside to tell Morgan and Reid what had just happened.

/

Reid got out of the shower, dried himself off, and put his sleep wear on. Before he put his shirt on, he looked at the stab wounds he had. They were red and still a little swollen. Reid felt his chest tighten up, remembering exactly how he got each one. Breaking his thoughts, he heard Morgan opening up their rooms' door.

The young agent quickly pulled his shirt over his head, and opening the bathroom door. He saw Hotch coming into the room, concern on his face.

"What's wrong, Hotch?" Morgan asked.

"Rossi was shot by Lowell moments ago. JJ's with him now, they're on their way to the hospital."

Reid had to catch himself from falling. He felt sick.

"I-Is he okay?" Spencer mumbled.

"He'll be fine. I'm heading over to the hospital now, if you guys want to come." Hotch sighed.

"We'll be over soon, you go ahead."

Hotch left the room in silence. Morgan glanced over at Reid, who was leaning against the bathroom door way. He looked sick and frightened.

"Reid?"

"This is my fault…" the young agent whispered.

"No, don't you start with that-"

"Morgan, it was a warning. He could've killed Rossi, but he didn't. He shot him to make him suffer, not to die."

"Kid, this is not your fault. We've been over this!"

"Let's just go to the hospital."

Morgan reached out to Reid, but as he did, his friend flinched away from him. It tore the older agent up. The boys left hotel room, heading over to see what Lowell had done.

/

Kenney paced back and forth in his living room. He thought about what he had just done and was proud of it. He shot Agent Rossi in his leg, thus taking another agent away to protect Reid. He had two more days to find some way to get the other four out of his way. The girls, he thought, could be locked away in his shed or something. He erased that idea immediately, knowing it wouldn't work.

He pondered what he was going to do with the other agents. He sat down in his leather chair, running his hand through his short hair. Lowell closed his eyes, grinning when he thought of a way to get rid of them long enough to get to Spencer. He turned on his stereo, listening to the music as he thought out his plan.

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