Oh wow guys! Here it is, the finale! I hope you enjoy it!
Also, I'm thinking about making one more chapter as an epilogue, having Garcia return to the BAU and talking to the team about all that happened and such. If you would like to see this happen, I suggest that you review and tell me so, because I'm not 100% sure I want to.
So review, tell me how the ending is, and if you'd like to see the epilogue! :D
Garcia closed her eyes so she didn't have to look down the barrel of the gun in her face, although she could still see it as though it were imprinted on her eyelids. She could still hear the sound of the safety being released on the gun, as though it were echoing through her mind. She stood stock still, only hearing the sound of her erratic breathing and the echoing noise in her mind.
Or...was that echo real? Was there something else making that noise? She opened her eyes and was greeted with a welcome sight, the barrel of the gun was no longer directly in her face. Instead it had moved a couple inches off to the left. The reason for that being that Jenna was no longer looking at her with that annoying smirk on her face. She was now looking up at the ceiling with a much more anxious look.
Garcia finally realized that the sound wasn't her mind playing tricks on her, it was actually there. And it sounded a whole lot like footsteps. At least twenty people had to be running around above her.
Many emotions flooded through her at that, joy and relief being among them. Her team was there, that must be them upstairs, it would explain the anxiety that Jenna was showing. And now that she was thinking about it, she could feel Justin tense up behind her too. Something that they didn't like was definitely going on, and that almost made her laugh aloud. Her team was going to save her. This would all be over. Though she couldn't help but let the thought that it would take her team much longer to find her then it would for Jenna to pull the trigger flash across her mind.
Garcia suddenly decided to take the opportunity of her captors being distracted. She swung her foot back, and she felt the heel of the high heeled shoe she was amazingly still wearing connect solidly with her target. Justin's crotch. He immediately released her and fell to the ground behind her.
Jenna immediately whipped her head around to Garcia, first taking in the fact that Justin was on the ground, and then that Garcia was standing free of his grasp. But before she could react in any way, Garcia swung her foot forwards and knocked the back of her legs, sending her crashing to the ground as well. Upon impact, she lost her grip on the gun and it slid across the floor, Garcia frantically chasing after it.
Once she caught up with it, she picked it up and spun around to face the siblings again. The gun felt very foreign and awkward in her hands. She nervously pointed it towards Jenna, praying that she wouldn't have to try and shoot anyone, and that the footsteps that were still thundering overhead would come down and find her soon.
Her attention was focused on Jenna, however, as she picked herself up from the ground, staring directly at Garcia with probably the most menacing look she had so far seen her wear. "You..." Jenna said, in a voice that completely matched the expression on her face. It seemed like she was enraged beyond the point of speaking. Garcia now saw, for the first time, the true psychopath that had arranged the whole thing.
She thankfully heard footsteps that sounded like they were thundering down the stairs, still praying that her team would arrive before Jenna decided to attack. But as she looked over at the woman standing opposite her, she felt a sinking feeling. Jenna looked about ready to throw herself her way.
To make things worse, Jenna pulled the knife that her brother had been previously using seemingly out of think air. Garcia made eye contact with her, and for a few brief seconds they stood staring at each other. Then, several things happened in quick succession.
First, Jenna let loose a loud cry of unmistakeable rage and sprinted towards Garcia, wildly waving the knife through the air. So Garcia did the first thing that came to her mind. She closed her eyes, raised the gun, and pulled the trigger. And just seconds before the loud bang came from the gun in her hands, a different loud bang came from the corner of the room.
Opening her eyes slightly, Garcia saw Jenna crumpled on the ground a few feet in front of her. As she stared at the figure lying a few feet away, she was surprised to see that Jenna was still moving. In fact, she was slowly getting to her feet, a large red blotch forming on the abdomen of her shirt. Jenna began staggering towards her again, and just as Garcia was preparing herself to have to shoot again, Jenna was hit by a different bullet.
Whirling around, Garcia saw Morgan standing just past the doorway, gun raised and a defiant expression on his face. Just as she was about to race over towards him, another shot echoed through the room, and she heard a thump come from behind her. Turning back around, she saw Justin slumped on the ground next to his sister, laying over one of the previously murdered bodies. He clearly had caught the bullet shot at him between the eyes.
Tearing her eyes away from him, she now saw Hotch standing next to Morgan, in nearly the same stance, even the same facial expression. As she watched, the rest of her team came into view from the door. Each of them had identical looks of relief replace the ones of fear as they laid eyes on her and realized she was alright.
She slowly walked over to them, the cuts on her right leg paining her a bit and leaving her with a slight limp. When she reached her team she immediately threw her arms around Morgan. She allowed a few more tears to fall, letting them mix with the ones already on her face. She gave each of her friends a hug in turn, and she could even feel Hotch's relief as he wrapped his arms around her.
"Baby Girl. Are you alright?" Morgan asked, embracing her again. She nodded, wiping some of the wetness from her cheeks.
"Yeah," she choked out. "Nothing worse than cuts and bruises."
"Alright, let's get you out of here," he said, gently leading her out of the room. She gave her teammates a watery smile as she passed.
As she entered the other room, she passed what seemed like dozens of other police men, FBI agents, and SWAT team members. It made her head spin to see that number of people there to save her. She slowly made her way up the stairs, following Morgan's lead. She now felt exceptionally sleepy, the stress from that day's events completely tiring her out. She didn't take in much more of her surroundings until they stepped outside.
The crisp, cool air felt fantastic on her face after being locked in a stuffy basement for hours. But it was mostly the smell that put a smile on her face. It smelled good. She smelled the leaves and the grass, a very welcome smell after being subjected to the smell of decomposition.
Morgan led her over to an ambulance on the front lawn of the house she stepped out of. From what she could see in the darkness, she had been in a normal looking house on a normal looking street. A few of the people who lived in the neighboring houses were out on their front lawns in bathrobes and slippers, gawking at her as she was put in the ambulance.
She laid back on the stretcher, feeling the tiredness threaten to overwhelm her again. Morgan had thankfully climbed in after her and was sitting by her side. She wanted to stay awake, to talk to him and ask him how they found her, if they had realized what she had done to aid them, but her eyes began to droop slightly.
"You're tired," Morgan stated.
"I'm fine. I want to talk to you," she said sleepily.
"No. You go to sleep. You've had an awful, terrible day. Get some rest now, we can talk when you wake up," he told her.
"Will you stay?" Garcia asked him. She felt like she would be able to sleep better if she knew that he was there with her.
"Of course. I'm not going anywhere," he responded. "Just go to sleep. You can relax now. It's over."
She smiled slightly as he reached out and started gently stroking her hair, urging her to allow sleep to overcome her. He was right. She was safe now.
"Go to sleep," he said gently again, and this time she listened to him.
Just as she was drifting into unconsciousness, she felt Morgan lean over her and kiss her forehead. "I love you, Baby Girl," he whispered softly. She smiled slightly again, grabbing his hand and holding it in hers, allowing herself to drift off to a peaceful sleep.
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