JJ

Tears fell from my eyes as I stood outside the large building with my husband and the majority of my team. Hotch was on the ground, trying to breath enough to stop his reaction and stop us from knowing just how bad his leg was. Spencer's shoulder had been shot and Garcia was looking at it. Rossi crouched by Hotch and I stood beside Will, looking over the building. I was waiting for life, for Emily and Morgan to walk out.

The whole building had just gone up in large flames, burning the whole place down quickly. I cried harder as I felt Will's arms wrap around me.

"JJ, if they didn't get out, then they went down saving us." He said quietly. He knew I didn't want to hear a positive "they'll be okay", "I'm sure they found somewhere to escape the fires and explosions"; I just wanted the truth, not some keep-your-hopes-up lie.

"I can't lose them." I choked out between sobs, shaking my head and burying my face into his chest. He held me as close to him as he could.

"I'll be fine, Penelope." I heard Spencer say behind me quietly. I looked up from Will when I heard the crunch of footsteps on the short, dead grass beneath us. Spencer was walking towards the building.

"Spence! Spence, what are you doing?" I asked as I ran forwards and grabbed his arm; the one that wasn't shot.

He looked at me, "I'm no staying out here and hope they show up. I need to know where they are."

"Spencer, they might not even be alive." I tried my hardest to keep the sob in but my voice dropped when I said it and I was crying again.

"I know, JJ." He assured, tears pooling in his eyes. He turned away from me and looked towards the building, "Do you think it's too dangerous to go in?"

"Yes." I answered without hesitation. That was why I stopped him. He nodded and walked back, dropping to the ground beside Garcia, trying his hardest not to let his tears fall. Garcia was a wreck; she couldn't lose two of her best friends.

"JJ, sit down, you inhaled a lot of smoke." Rossi said quietly. Will pulled me towards the ground with him; sitting on Garcia's other side. Hotch was sitting up now, looking at his own leg and Rossi dropped down from his crouch to sit too. We formed a line, looking at the building.

"Come on." Garcia said quietly, looking over it eagerly.

Minutes passed, too many minutes. I started crying more as I realised that they should have been out by now. Will put his arms around me and kissed my hair, "They're gone." I sobbed into his shoulder.

"I really hope Doyle burnt to death." Garcia said quietly through her tears.

"Garcia—"

"No! He killed them! He did this to us!" She cut Spencer off. I looked up at them now.

"No, look." Spencer pointed towards the building. I followed the direction and saw a tall, built figure in the ashes, smoke and flames. Could it be Morgan?

"Em?" I heard Morgan's voice yell. It was almost like he was pleading. He coughed after it. I stood up from Will's arms and shook him off when he tried to stop me. I ran as fast I could push my aching body as I ran towards Morgan's figure.

"Morgan!?" I yelled as I lost view of him when I reached the flames.

"JJ?" He asked.

"Where are you?"

"I think I'm to your right." He guessed. I stepped further into the rubble and fire and saw him again. I ran to him and threw my arms around him. He caught me and returned the gesture, knowing I really needed it. He coughed again; he had inhaled a lot more smoke than any of us. "She was with me before the big grenade went off and the place fell; now I can't see her."

"Emily?" I called.

"Em!" He looked into the flames around us.

I walked through, stepping on and over pieces of the burning building; walls, ceiling, everything else that lay out here. It was all charred. I saw a body lying motionless half underneath a piece of ceiling. I ran towards it and recognised Emily's hair before I reached her. "Morgan!" I called out to him as I ran to her. I crouched when I got to her and tried to push the heavy material away from her but I wasn't strong enough.

"Is she okay?' He asked, covering his mouth with his elbow to block out some smoke. We were in the middle of flames; it was so hot that I looked at myself a few times to see if I was actually on fire.

"I don't know," I shook my head as I felt for a pulse, "Move this off her?"

He nodded and grabbed it, peeling it back slowly. His inability to do anything without coughing every 5 seconds and the weakness we were all feeling right now put him at a disadvantage but he pulled it up enough for me to pull Emily's body out from underneath.

He dropped it back down and turned when he heard a loud, searing noise. Things were still collapsing, it was still burning and it was still too dangerous for us to be in here. I wasn't strong enough to lift her so Morgan picked her up and I lead the way out from the flames quickly. Will was walking down when he saw us and he ran over. Morgan was coughing a lot now, so Will took Emily from his arms.

I walked with them back towards the team and Morgan let himself collapse to the ground, still coughing as he hit the rough grass. I let myself fall too, coughing but not as much as him. I stopped after a few but he kept going. He breathed in way too much.

Will lay Emily on the ground and checked for a pulse. I saw the worry in his eyes and the anxiety in his posture, both growing every time he moved his fingers slightly, looking for the beat. He leant down and listened to her. He sat back up after a few seconds and looked at me.

"No…" I breathed.

"I can't find a pulse; she isn't breathing."

"No." I sobbed this time. Rossi was beside me now and he put his arm around me comfortingly, pulling me into him. I heard Garcia sobbing behind me and Morgan sniffed. I assumed he was holding her.

Spencer dropped to her side and started CPR immediately. The rest of us watched, Garcia and I crying, the others with tears in their eyes. He gave her mouth-to-mouth CPR and I knew that if she survived this, to which the odds didn't look good, he would be made fun of for this for the rest of his life with us.

It must have been about ten minutes before Reid began to slow down.

"What are you doing? Don't stop; keep trying." Garcia stressed.

"Penelope, I don't think it's working." Morgan said quietly, his voice unsteady.

"No, she's right. Don't stop, Spence. You're supposed to do it for even longer than thirty minutes, aren't you?" I asked.

He nodded and gave her mouth-to-mouth again before pressing his hands in her chest and lifting them. Compressions always looked so easy to me, but now I saw how tired Spencer was getting and I was thinking differently. I don't think I had ever tried to perform CPR before. I knew how to on children in case Henry needed it, but he never did.

Five minutes or so past and I was in Will's arms now. I leaned into him and cried with my head resting on his shoulder. My tears ran from my face to his now saturated shirt. I was exhausted, sore and upset. I wanted Emily to be alive; I wanted to be with Henry, Will and my team, out for dinner or at Rossi's or something. I wanted our lives to be how they were a week ago. Why couldn't Doyle have just died when we thought he did? Why did he have to come back and haunt Emily?

I don't think anyone that I truly loved had died since Rosaline, and now my best friend, the one person in the whole world that I could tell absolutely anything to, was gone, leaving my life. It was hard to breath, my chest was tight and my heart was aching. I felt like it was being ripped from my chest. Someone had shot me through the chest, hit my heart and I had fallen to the ground, my blood rushing out. That was what it felt like. If I lost Emily, I had lost a huge part of myself. I would never be the same old JJ; I would be different, cold and indignant all the time. I couldn't keep working the job I did now. Will and I would hit massive rough patches in our marriage, Henry would grow up with a mother who loved him so much, but he mightn't know it. I couldn't lose her. I would lose myself.

Another five minutes and I closed my eyes as I kept crying. It had been twenty minutes and nothing was different with her, except her hand was in mine and it felt colder by the second. I was about to tell Spencer to stop; I was almost certain he'd broke her ribs by now. He was trying his hardest but his strength was diminishing and his shoulder must have been killing him. I opened my eyes and looked at her one more time before moving my eyes to Spencer. I went to speak, but I heard the cough before a word left my mouth.

My eyes shot back to my best friend; the brunette that I wouldn't have survived without. Her eyes we still closed, but she was coughing. She was breathing. Spencer sat back with relief in his eyes. He rolled her onto her right side, the one that didn't have the bullet wound in her arm, and she continued to cough for a short while before her eyes opened and she was breathing normally again.

"You did it, Reid." Hotch said quietly, looking proudly at the doctor.

He nodded, "About 90 per cent of out-of-hospital CPR attempts are unsuccessful. I didn't think it'd work…"

I stood up and ran around Emily. I dived into Spencer, careful of his shoulder, and we both fell backwards as I hugged him. "Thank you." I whispered to him. I felt him smile against my cheek and I sat back up, pulling him back up too so he didn't have to hurt his shoulder. This was all going to work out.

Someone had seen the fire at the old building we had been in after a while and they called the police and firemen. We were saved and safe. I received an exam in the hospital and all of my bruises, cuts and injuries were examined closely. I was told that I'd be okay, but I need a lot of rest. The whole team was looked over, but the three of us women were the worst, considering we were all raped. Hotch had a blood transfusion and he was going to be completely fine. Spencer was okay, his shoulder would heal quickly.

Emily was the worst of everyone. After a long argument with a nurse, she gave in and agreed to have the rape kit exam done. She didn't want to, she claimed she was fine, but the nurses kept at her. Rossi and Spencer did too. Only two ribs were crushed from the CPR. She had quite a few injuries, considering what Doyle had put her through and then after getting stuck underneath heavy ceiling, but the nurses wouldn't tell us anything and she assured us that she'd be fine. That she was fine, to which we knew she wasn't.

Nurses had moved the three of us into the same room. We figured it'd be easier on the others if they wanted to see us and it'd be more entertaining for us; we didn't know how long we'd be here. Hotch was apparently allowed to walk on his leg with assistance and only for a short while to get from here to there, but I doubted that was what the nurses had really told him.

I couldn't sleep, but Emily and Garcia were both out. After the nurses heard with detail about the trauma the team went through, they didn't make anyone stick to the visiting times as long as we didn't disturb any other patients or someone of our team if they were sleeping or needed some space, so I texted Will and asked where he was. He replied within seconds, saying he was just down the hall and talking to someone about Jack and Henry.

I waited about five minutes before he came back in and sat down beside my bed. "I talked to Hotch not long ago and he gave me the number to organise them to come back so he could get some rest," He whispered to me quietly, "They'll be on an early flight tomorrow. Apparently not one strange thing happened there. As far as the guy that was watching them knew, no one was really in Denmark and watching or after them."

"It could have just been something Doyle said to save himself, scare Emily off him."

He nodded in agreement and we both looked over to the sleep beauty. "How do you think she'll hold up?" He asked as he played with my hand mindlessly.

I shook my head "I don't know, but probably not well. She didn't do too well last time as a result of Doyle, but maybe if we're around and there to support her and for her to see that we're all okay, she might do better this time around. I just hope she doesn't close herself off from us again. She was just starting to trust the whole team with a lot more than she used to, but I think she'll stop that again."

"You're going to have to build that back up with her. She won't be able to go it alone."

I nodded, "We'll do whatever we can. We always do." I looked back at him and he leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on my lips. I returned it and smile at him, "I love you."

"I love you too, darlin'," he said quietly, "I'm so glad you're okay." He caressed my cheek with his hand softly. I put my hand over his and looked into his eyes.

"Thank you for coming back when I need you to."

He smiled, "Always. Now you should get some sleep." He kissed my forehead and sat back in the chair, leaving his hand linked with mine as he looked down at his phone. I closed my eyes and seemed to fall asleep easier with him nearby.