Mayhem

I haven't seen Mayhem yet and am only working with what I read as a recap and from watching the promo.

JJ waited sometime before leaving. She needed to think things through. She needed to talk to Hotch, she knew that. As she reached into her coat pocket for her cell, she remembered that she had left her cell in her bag back at the office. Shit, she thought. She had just stared the car when she heard Will frantically calling her name. She rolled down the window, just as Will reached her.

"Will, what is it?"

"Garcia's been trying to call you on your cell."

"I forgot it at the office. What's wrong?"

" A car was blown up JJ. An SUV. She was so worried about you."

JJ's face fell. "Please, Will, not my team?"

Will appeared to not hear her. " So she called here and-"

"Will," she said, raising her voice, "did she say anything about my team?"

"I'm sorry, sweetie, I don't know, I'm sorry."

She buckled her seatbelt as Will climbed into the car. As she drove to the New York Field Office, Will tried calling each member of the team, unable to reach any of them. They arrived at the Field Office and pulled over by an officer. "I'm Agent Jareau with the BAU. Have you seen any of my team?"

"I'm sorry ma'am."

"Agent Hotchner? Agent Joyner?"

"I'm sorry, ma'am. Look, you need to get to the CIC center. It's at 700 Huston." JJ nodded slowly and the two made their way there, JJ worrying over which of her friends she'd lost: Not Garcia if she had called the hotel to tell JJ. She knew she'd be devastated if it was Reid or Morgan. They were two of her very best friends. It would be terrible if it were Prentiss, especially after they'd just fought. She knew she'd be upset if Rossi died, but unsure as to what extent, she moved onto the last and, in her eyes, most important member of the team: Aaron Hotchner. Their leader, the rock of the team. Instinctively placing her hand to her stomach and realized that she wouldn't know what to do if Hotch died. He was the first guy she had seen when she walked into the BAU. He'd made up and excuse for her when she had to vomit after seeing the crime scene photos. Losing Hotch would be so much worse then losing Gideon… And the baby wouldn't have its father. Now JJ felt like throwing up. Not only was she stupid enough for thinking she could fool everyone into believing this baby could be Will's. It wouldn't have worked. Nobody has even a quarter of the strength Hotch has. But she also felt sick for not realizing sooner how much she cared about Hotch. She'd been jealous when Emily had asked him out, when Hailey met him yesterday and when they'd met Kate. It can't be Hotch… God can't be cruel.

JJ had been so busy thinking that she hadn't realized that they had arrived at CIC. As soon as she entered the building, she recognized Prentiss immediately. "Em," she called. The three began walking.

" Thank god you're ok. We were worried when you weren't answering your phone."

They walked into a room where Rossi and Reid were talking to Garcia, looking over crime scene photos. " Oh, kitten, you're alright."

JJ knew the question she dreaded asking was inevitable. " Where Hotch and Morgan?"

Garcia looked uncomfortable. "Sweetie… Morgan… he's trying to get to Hotch."

JJ's head shot up. "Is Hotch…?"

Unaware of his colleagues positions, Rossi answered. " We don't know yet."

JJ fell onto one of the seats and pressed her hand to her stomach again, pushing back her sweater, revealing her slight bump. Rossi noticed it straight away.

JJ pulled herself together. "It's gonna be a long night…" She turned to Will. " Could you grab my bag from the Field Office?" He nodded. "I'll grab some coffees." She walked out.

"Will… I need you to go back to Virginia… Please?... I'll meet you back there…"

"I'll see you in Virginia, babe."

When she returned, Garcia was speaking. "Hotch is fine, Kate is critically injured. He's trying to stop her bleeding. Morgan's chasing the bomber."

"Guys the SUV is situated two blocks from the Federal Plaza," Reid stated.

Later that night, she and Reid were alone in the room. She was just getting off the phone. She remained quiet. "Are you alright?"

" I think so…Well, Homeland security has men at the eight crime scenes. They still haven't found anything… Reid?"

"Hm…" He was staring at the board. " Something's not right… The location of the SUV, doesn't make any sense."

"Yeah, and they still haven't made good on their threat." She held up the tarot card

"Instead they targeted an SUV…" JJ's phone rang again.

"Yeah-"

It was Garcia. "Hotch is headed for the hospital… St. Barclay's."

"Thanks Garcia…" She hung up and turned to Reid. "I have to go… I'll call you later."

She arrived at the hospital in record time and walked into the hospital in time to see Hotch walking for a small metal cart but collapsing before reaching it. "Hotch!" she called as she and three other nurses rushed to him. A Doctor came out and carried him into an empty room. She was told to wait outside. She was alone for a long time with her thoughts when Morgan came in. "JJ, how's Hotch?"

"I don't know… I got here and he just collapsed. I thought you were after the suspect?"

Morgan hesitated. "He killed himself…"

Finally the doctor came out. "Is he alright?" JJ asked quickly, standing up.

"Your friend has acoustic trauma to his right ear… I got the shrapnel out of his leg… It should recover well… His hearing will need time."

"What about Agent Joyner…?" Morgan asked

"She's still in surgery."

"Oh son of a bitch…" they heard from Hotch's room.

"Thank you, Dr.," JJ said as she hurried into his room. Morgan followed. The entered the room in time to see Hotch, out of bed, pulling leads from his arms. He looked at the agents. "Where my clothes…?"

"Hotch, you should-"

"Morgan, where are my clothes?"

JJ and Morgan shared looks. JJ sat next to Hotch on the bed. "You're go bag's on the way… Kate Joyner's in surgery." Morgan left the room to make a phone call. JJ noted the look on Hotch's face. She thought he would be happy to hear those things. " What is it?"

He looked at her. "The profile's not right." When Morgan reentered the room he was carrying the bag. "I want everyone here now." He took the bag from Morgan.

"Already taken care of."

"We'll give you some privacy," JJ offered as he unzipped the bag.

Half an hour later, the rest of the team arrived. They regrouped in Hotch's room. He put on his flak vest. "Any developments?" he asked

Reid spoke. "Terrorist cells learn something from one attack to the next… All they could learn from planting one bomb at one target is how to attack one target effectively with one bomb."

JJ was barely paying attention, looking around the room. "Imagine what something as big as an oil drum could do," Morgan said.

As he stuffed his clothes into his bag, JJ noticed blood from his pants rubbing off against his shirt. His blood, she thought, and touched her stomach, revealing her bump. Their baby's blood. Suddenly she felt faint and made her way to the bed to steady herself. Hotch walked over to her and sat her down on it. "Thanks… I'm fine," she said.

Morgan took a step back. "Whoa, JJ… are you pregnant?"

JJ looked at Morgan and Rossi, the only two in the room who didn't know. Then she looked at Hotch. She nodded her head. Morgan and Rossi looked back and forth between their boss and their media liaison. "Hotch?" Rossi asked.

"Can you guys just keep it quiet for a while? There some loose ends I need to tie up."

"And we have a terrorist group to put behind bars for good," Hotch said. "A chemical engineer would be needed to make something like that."

"Their was a guy, 'The Demolition Man', treated each bomb as a work of art. Became infamous for it."

"I want to see it." The whole room went quiet.

"Are you-?" Emily began.

"Just set up your laptop." She did as she was told. Hotch watched, every so often only moving to wipe blood from his ear away from his face. "Did Sam call 911?"

"He dialed one number six times," Morgan answered, "to a disposable phone."

"If he didn't have to activate another bomb, why did he stay?" Hotch mused.

Rossi's eyes grew wide. "To make sure the ambulance got there."

"Damn," Hotch said quietly. He explained. "An ambulance with blaring sirens and lights can pass any roadblock. What if Sam called the 'paramedic' he could have placed the bomb in the ambulance… that I drove into the hospital where the Secret Service are protecting someone important."

The team led, by Hotch, approached the Secret service. " I'm SSA Hotchner… There's a bomb parked in the ambulance in the underground garage… Whoever you're protecting has to go NOW."

"That's not possible… they're in surgery… I have a visual on the bomber though…"

They all look at the screen. The bomber is holding a cell phone. Rossi quickly reached for his radio. "Garcia, we need you to shut down all cell service within the hospital grid."

"On it… Damn, I can only get it down for a few minutes…"

"Dave, he knows… he's headed back for the ambulance," Hotch said.

Without warning, Morgan took off in the direction of the ambulance. " Morgan," Emily called.

"Derek!" JJ said.

"He there… I can't see the bomber," Garcia informed them.

"We need to stop the bomber," Rossi said.

As the five agents moved out, Hotch grabbed JJ's arm. "Stay here."

JJ looked him straight in the eyes. "Hotch-"

"Please, JJ."

"Hotch," Rossi called.

JJ nodded and fell back. She grabbed her radio. "Garcia I want to know everything that happens."

"Morgan's on the move."

"To where?"

"Anywhere but near the hospital."

"He's in the ambulance, isn't he?" Garcia's silence confirmed it. "Oh god, Pen."

JJ listened as Garcia navigated Morgan through the streets of New York City. Suddenly Garcia stops. "Derek… Derek. Derek!"

"Garcia, what happened?"

"There was an explosion… The line's gone dead."

The two girls stayed on the line, in silence. JJ let herself sit on the ground. Suddenly, she heard Garcia laughing hysterically. "Oh, thank GOD, you're all right!... JJ, he's ok!"

Relief came over her, and tears fell down her face. She felt arms wrapped around her waist and when she opened her eyes again, she was resting against Hotch's chest. Without thinking, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his lips. Hotch pulled her closer to him and kissed her back. Her head started swimming. She nearly lost him. As soon as they got back to Virginia, she was ending it with Will, telling him everything, especially her feelings for Hotch. He pulled away, keeping only their noses together, and pushed strands of hair that had fallen over JJ's face back with his thumb.

She could barely remember making her way back to the team. She was so exhausted; all she could hear was Hotch saying he had to do something and then Morgan saying he'd wait for him.

She slept soundly on the plane, her dreams enveloped with Hotch and their baby and what she hoped life had in store for them.

A/N: Again, I haven't seen Mayhem

Next chap contains spoilers for The Angel Maker.

I'll try to post it whenever I can.