Ashley was just in the parking lot to her building. She got out of the car, locked it and started walking towards the door. Her phone rang, so she searched her bag for it, but she missed the call. Less than two seconds later her phone went off again and this time she managed to answer it.
"What's up?" She asked.
"Ashley, where are you?" It was Dave.
"Just outside my apartment block, why?"
"Ash, get back in your car and lock the doors. We're on our way."
"Why? What's going on?"
"The replicator is-"Rossi was cut off when someone charged into Ashley from behind, causing her to drop her phone, cry out and fall onto the ground. "Faster Morgan!" He yelled. "We have two minutes before we've lost her!"
Ashley was vaguely aware of Rossi shouting down the phone at her and then yelling very close to the phone at Morgan to drive faster, but really she wasn't paying attention at all. The man that had knocked her down was 6'1 and muscled as hell. He was quite slow, so she estimated that he wasn't very young but he packed a mean punch.
She wriggled out from under him and reached for her gun, it wasn't there. Holy God. He must have known it was there and lifted it off her when he bowled her down. She had hesitated a second too long and he was on her again. Her mind raced like clockwork until she thought up the name of one of their suspects that would fit this.
She struck out with her foot at his knee. Score! He cried out and gave her another opportunity. She pulled herself back onto her feet and scrambled towards the door to her apartment building. If only she could get in she could lock it behind her, there was no way he would know the code to get inside. But she had a long way to run, with an angry homicidal, torturous, maniac chasing her.
Getting clear across the parking lot was easiest. She ran as fast as she could on the flat ground and then she had to tackle the steps. She ran up them two at a time, before she felt something, most likely a hand grab her foot. She crashed to the ground and only just managed to stick her arms out to catch herself.
It was at that point she knew she had lost, so she took a quick breath, flipped over onto her back and, remembering she was exactly in the line of the cameras on the building, she reached up and pulled the replicators mask off. The cameras had a picture of him now. She knew who he was now.
Using every last shred of adrenaline she had left she struck out at him again. He was prepared this time, dodged the blow and then, using a gun she hadn't even known he had, but she knew it wasn't her own; he hit her in the face.
Emily, Hotch and Reid were the first to arrive and Emily was the first out of the car, before Hotch had even started to come close to a stop. She could see Ashley's car in its spot, so she went straight to it. She saw her phone discarded on the floor, but didn't go near it. It was also painfully obvious that there had been a fight on the steps, there was blood all over them, but not enough that they should even start to consider that she was dead.
But it was also disappointingly clear that they hadn't been fast enough. She bent over and picked up the phone in her gloved hand. Rossi was still shouting. "Rossi, she's gone. They're not here." She said before she hung up, knowing that he would be getting there in less than five minutes.
Slowly she went over to the steps and went up until she got to where the blood spatter was. At first glance there was nothing out of the ordinary, but then she saw a glint coming out of some of the blood. She bent down to inspect it.
"Damn it." She hissed.
The glint was coming from sunlight, reflecting off of two small stud earrings that were covered in blood.
I know I still didn't tell you the name of the replicator even though everyone else seems to know now. I still want to hear your theories and comments about the story and what you think is going to happen later on! xxx