A/N: You're all amazing!

Morgan pulled up to the cottage, his gun drawn in front of him and two rookie cops walking behind him. As they rounded the corner he saw the truck that belonged to the UnSub. The driver's door was open causing the car to beep. Morgan looked down at the ground there were two pairs of footprints in the mud that led around the corner. He leaned against the outside wall of the cottage and walked silently towards the front door. They would try to access the situation and then, if they didn't see any immediate threat, they would try to enter the house. As Morgan walked along the wall he began to feel the effects of the miserable weather. His feet sunk into the mud with every step he took. The loud squish of his feet being pulled out of the ground made a stealthy approach nearly impossible.

"Don't move." A voice said suddenly as the front door swung open. Morgan was face to face with the UnSub and his daughter who was locked under one arm and had a gun pointed at her head.

"Daddy, please don't." she cried as she tried to wiggle away from his tight grip.

"Honey, shh, it'll all be okay." He said stroking his daughter's hair with the hand that was holding the gun. "I don't want to shoot but I will. I will shoot every last one of you. I have nothing to loose. All I want to do is spend my last few days with my daughter in our special place. I want to die remembering her and I out here. Please, just leave."

"I can't do that Mr. Dawson and you know it. We both know how this is going to end." The man shook his head in disagreement and Morgan felt his body tense. This exact situation was different than most. The man really had nothing to loose, what would it take to stop him? Maybe Derek didn't actually know how this was going to end.

"I told you that I have no problem with killing my daughter. She'll be waiting for me when I die." Morgan was trying to think of things to say. For now he just needed to buy time until he thought up a plan to get the gun away from Dawson. The cold rain continued to drizzle lightly but it was quickly picking up in intensity.

"I know what you're going through." Said Morgan.

"You don't know anything about me." He yelled and his face reddened with anger.

"I know that your wife said that you hit her." Morgan said remembering the abuse accusations that had caused him to go to jail in the first place.

"That woman told the police I beat her. I never laid a finger on my wife. I loved my family." Derek watched as a familiar figure appeared on the horizon, unseen to everyone else. He watched as the person walked behind the cottage and presumably to the back door. I'm going to kill him when all this is over, Morgan thought to himself, how the hell did he even get here? I told him to stay at the hospital. Stop thinking about Reid. Come on, Derek, focus. Distract the UnSub. He would never die knowing that someone thought he had actually hurt his ex-wife.

"You have a gun pointed at your daughter's head; I'm starting to think maybe she wasn't lying."

"No. No. No. You're wrong." The man looked like he was on the verge of a mental breakdown. The gun twitched in his hand, debating if he wanted to change where it was pointed, but then he settled down and remained it aimed at his daughter's head. The tears stained her face and Morgan unintentionally took a mental photo of the shaking child. It was one of the images that would haunt him forever.

Derek looked into the cottage and saw that Reid had entered through the back door and was now standing right behind the man. His gun was pointed at the back o Dawson's head. The girl twisted in her father's arms and saw Reid standing in the house. The second he realized that she had seen him his pointer finger flew up to his mouth telling her not to speak. She nodded showing she understood and acted how she had been moments earlier by continuing to twist about.

"I'm not wrong and you know it too. Your wife said something that made you a little too angry and you pushed her down the stairs, hit her in the head and…" he had to make him mad, Derek knew it. He had to make Dawson so mad that he would let his guard down for a few seconds. The momentary lapse in judgment would cause him to switch where the gun was pointed and then Reid could shoot without risking the girl's life, "…and then you went upstairs, to the room where your innocent four year old daughter was and you beat her too."

That was it, those words were enough to send the UnSub over the edge. Everything then happened so quickly. He aimed his gun at Derek, the girl yanked around; Reid yelled at her to duck, Dawson's grip was loosened by the shock of an unknown voice coming behind him, she hit the ground, her father cocked the gun and then two shots were fired.

"Oh, oh, God!" The UnSub screamed on the floor as he twisted about, a small pool of blood had begun to flow from the back of his left arm. As Reid approached him he quickly kicked the gun away and then made a dead sprint for where Morgan was laying on the ground. The water was pouring but for the first time that day Reid didn't notice. He didn't care.

"Morgan! Morgan, are you okay?" panic filled his voice when his friend didn't answer immediately.

"Yeah kid, of course I'm fine." Morgan bounced back up into a standing position and Reid followed. Both men tried to brush the mud from their bodies but realized it was a moot point. The rain was only making it worse, the dirt slid slowly down their backs and all over their bodies.

"You're not shot?" Reid asked eyeing the older man. There was no blood but Reid was certain that he had heard two shots fired. One from his gun and one from the UnSub's firearm.

"No, but I didn't want to risk getting hit. The second he cocked the gun I hit the ground." Reid realized he had been holding his breath and finally exhaled as his body relaxed knowing his friend was okay. But even after he had begun to breathe normally he was still feeling light headed. "Hey, hey, Reid. Sit down, you look awful kid."

"No, I'm fine. Let's go check on them." Reid lazily pointed at the daughter who was crying over her father's thrashing body, "I only got his arm, he'll be fine."

"Alright Pretty Boy." The two of them started moving towards the others but after a few steps Morgan watched as the agent walking beside him passed out and fell to the floor.

A/N: Hope y'all enjoyed. Please review. : )