A/N: Since I kinda did Reid's POV in The Prologue, I figured I should do everyone else's. Sorry about no JJ. I've never really paid notice to it on the show, but since she isn't technically a field agent I assumed she would stay behind. Thank you once again for reading, and please review! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Criminal Minds is CBS's, not mine.
Warning: None.
Word Count: 814
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Derek Morgan never really minded guns. Sure they could steal a person's life away in a millisecond, but he recognized that not only were they important for his job, but depending on the situation, they could protect people as much as they could hurt them. When he saw Spencer Reid—his coworker and his best friend—fall to the ground, that view completely changed. His tolerance for guns went to hatred instantly. He knew that Reid had been shot once before, during the Patrick Meyers case, but that was in the knee, and Morgan wasn't there to witness it. Just from a glance, you could tell that this wound was a lot more serious than his last. After he saw the man he thought of as family go down, that was all his mind was focused on. Not on securing Zander, or the gun. Someone else could worry about all that. Reid needed him. Within a second, Morgan was kneeling on the ground beside the bleeding agent, trying to keep him awake. He knew how important it was for him to remain conscious. Morgan was completely oblivious to everything else going on around him, even Hotch shouting right next to his ear. He put pressure on the gunshot wound, and hoped for everything to be okay. There was nothing else he could do.
Emily Prentiss wasn't the type of woman to become emotional right after a traumatic event. She heard the gunshot, she saw Reid fall, but she knew she couldn't let her emotions cloud her judgment. Not now, when her friend needed her. So reading her boss's mind, she flipped her cell phone out and called for an ambulance. Later, after the situation was under control and she knew her colleague was alright, then she could let it all out. But not now. After she made the call she looked around to see what she could do. Morgan had Reid, Rossi had the UnSub, and Hotch was filling the police in on what had just happened over the radio. What happened next? She had no clue. It was all up to fate now. Fate and how fast the paramedics arrived. There was nothing else she could do.
David Rossi always put the job before his feelings. Someone had to cuff their UnSub, or else more chaos would pursue. As much as he wanted to bend down beside the young man on the floor, rapidly losing his battle to stay awake, like Morgan, or call for help like Prentiss, he knew he had to be that person. Once he had completed this task, he wasn't sure what to do. He could clearly see that Morgan was taking care of Reid, and he had heard Emily's phone call so he knew that someone would be there to take over that role soon. After thinking for several moments he decided to stand in the corner with his firm grip on Carson Zander's arm, his gaze on his wounded teammate. Once he saw the genius's eyes close, he escorted the murderer outside to the police cars, his grip tightening with every step. He was going to personally make sure this bastard made it to the police station. There was nothing else he could do.
Aaron Hotchner was no stranger to dangerous situations. In his line of work there was a chance of injury, or even death, everyday. But that doesn't mean you count on it. The moment he saw Zander aim the gun at his youngest agent, his heart skipped a beat, and when he fired, Hotch was sure it stopped. He was paralyzed at first, completely in shock, but this lasted for only a second. Reid needed help. His mind whirled into motion, talking a mile a minute, instructing Prentiss to call 911, Rossi to grab Zander, and Morgan, well he didn't have to say anything to Morgan. He figured the man would beat him to it anyway. Once he had given orders to his own team, he set off filling in everyone else on what had just happened. Every law enforcement person there had heard the shot, and when they saw Reid on the ground bleeding it wasn't that hard to put two and two together anyway. He refused to let himself worry, not yet. If he worried he would get distracted. If he got distracted he would let his team down. It is times like these that a team needs their leader to be strong. He had to be strong for his team, especially the member fighting for his life. There was nothing else he could do.
When the ambulance arrived to take away their teammate, the four FBI agents could return to their thoughts and worries and fears. All of which were suddenly interrupted by a loud, long beep, suspiciously resembling a flat line.
A/N #2: Oh look, another cliffy, hehe sorry. I hope you liked it!