Junge Frau

The next day Sara was in the office, sitting at her desk staring blankly at her desk. The day was slow and she just wanted to get out of there, possibly as for some vacation time. She had to go see the psych that day and Sara just wanted it to get it over with. She lifted her head up to see Reid glancing over her way once in a while. She shifted her eyes to Emily, who wasnt at her desk currently, she was getting coffee. Then she looked at Morgan who was just staring at her. She jumped out of her skin and put a hand over her face. He looked down to his paperwork, he had been profiling her for quiet awhile now. He just wanted to know what was up with her. She had been acting all goofy lately.

Sara got up and walked into the bathroom, she saw another woman in there and washed her hands. Watching the woman walk over to the door and locking it, Sara knew she was in trouble. As soon as Sara took out her gun, her hands still wet from the sink, the woman had a knife out.

"You bitch, you stole my husband and my son away from me! You killed them? Why?" she was obviously the wife of Sara and Hotch's attacker. Sara was starting to feel weak, but she had to keep strong. And afterall, this was her domain. Wait a minute..how hell did she get up here? Sara raised her weapon at the woman and the woman stepped forward as Sara stepped backwards.

"How the hell did you get in here?" she asked.

"How?" she laughed, "Visitors pass, think about it, you dumb bitch!" she lunged towards Sara and stuck the knife into her repeatedly. Sara was struggling to get the intruder off of her, she shot her gun several times, she hit the ceiling, then the sink, then finally at the woman. Sara could feel that she was getting violent as each bullet pierced her. Somewhere else in the building, everyone heard gun-shots. Hotch had gathered everyone and he and Rossi headed towards the noise. One a count of three, Hotch tried to open the door. Hearing more gunshots and sudden gasps Hotch was trying again. Rossi looked over towards Emily and cleared his throat.

"Where did you see Sara last?" he asked quietly.

"Walking this way." she said. Hotch called Morgan over, and on a count of three, kicked the door. The woman was staring at Sara, she was obviously dead. Sara had put several bullet holes into her stomach area, and then two into her head. There was blood-spray all around the bathroom, Hotch holstered his gun as he bent down next to Sara. She was still clinging onto her gun, she couldn't believe that she was attacked again.

Emily had kicked the knife out of the way and couldnt believe what had just happened. Especially in the comfort of home. Rossi bent down next to Hotch who was now pulling Sara close to him.

"Someone call 911!" Morgan called out into the hallway, as the passer-bys had crowded around. JJ had slipped into crowd control mode, and keeping them away from the women's bathroom. Reid was just staring at what had happened, he had stood out of the way, but still managed to glance around. Rossi took the gun out of Sara's hand and her eyes shot over to him, she was trying to control her breathing and she felt horrible. She closed her fist and looked down at herself. She was soaked in blood, and she counted on how many times the woman had stabbed her. She looked up towards Hotch and opened her mouth slightly.

"Im sorry." she whispered to him. Hotch shook his head and took Rossi's jacket that he had just shed off.

"Dont be, its my fault, I didnt mean to." he knew that she was referring to the drug situation, but right now wasnt the best to bring that up. She was bleeding and she was still recovering from the kidnapping. He shook his head gently as he saw her start to close her eyes.

"Keep em open, Sara.." he said to her. She opened them again, and she felt tiredness wash over her. She just wanted to sleep, but she knew that she had to keep strong. She looked down to the jacket that had been on her for the past two minutes. Emily walked over towards them and bent down next to them, helping keeping the wounds as clean as possible. Hotch had glanced down at his watch, it had been eight minutes since finding her and calling for the ambulance. This was the longest time, he couldnt just let her die.

"Dammit! Where are they!" Hotch yelled towards Morgan who was keeping an eye out for the ambulance.

"I dont know, Ill go down and flag em." he then ran like a bat out of hell towards the stairs taking them two by two. Hotch looked at Sara again, she was trying to get up, but he held her down along with Rossi and Emily.

"Stay still, kid, the medics are on their way." Rossi put his hand onto her arm and she nodded silently. She felt the pain hit her, the shock was obviously wearing off and she immediately started to cough and pulling away from them, curling up and protecting her stomach. Hotch and Rossi both were trying to get her onto her back. It was more of a way to protect her sides that have also been stabbed at. Emily was just there to comfort her. But she was failing pretty badly.

As the medics made their way through, Sara was in so much pain, she was actually fighting them. Hotch and gotten up to help Sara onto the stretcher, and he was holding her down with Rossi's help. Emily was now standing back, also covered in the woman's blood and Sara's. She watched as they injected her with some sort of pain medication. She had finally stopped fighting as they started to take her vitals and such. Then rolling her out of there. Hotch looked at his teammates and then walked out into the hall where the other FBI men and women stood around, suddenly making room for Sara and the medics. Hotch stopped and turned as Rossi and Emily exited out of the bathroom.

"Prentiss, go with her, call me when she gets out of surgery." he said and Emily quickly nodded, going after them swiftly. The hall was dead silent, if you dropped a pen onto the floor, it would be kinda loud. Hotch composed himself for a moment before looking up at the others.

"There is nothing to see here, get back to work, JJ get crime scene here. Morgan, make sure that they get every single piece of evidence. And JJ, after that call, make sure that this doesnt get to the press or the news. No, not now." he started to act like the boss he was. He walked down the hall and towards the bullpen. Rossi was close behind him and he knew that Strauss was going to have both of their asses hanging on her wall. But they had to defend themselves, they had to keep the team together. Hotch entered his office, keeping the door open for Rossi. Once he entered he closed the door and stood by it. He watched the younger agent sit on his chair and slump into it. He was defeated.

"Im sure that she will pull through." Rossi made his way to the chair that was across from Hotch. Once he took his seat Hotch stared at him.

"He made me rape her, Dave." it was clear that Hotch had kept this secret from him for a while now. Dave sat there quietly, processing what was going on.

"And you didnt tell anyone?" he stared at the younger agent, both of their clothing were bloodied and their hands stained with it. They didnt bother to look clean and organised right now. The band-aids that have been holding the team together, were now falling off, exposing the wounds that tortured them all on the inside. Hotch broke eye contact and looked to his hands.

"No, I didnt. You're the first to know. I feel so..guilty..unclean." he closed his eyes, balling his fists up and trying to keep his emotions in check.

"Its not your fault-"

"YES IT IS! I HURT HER, DAVE!" Hotch had bursted a bit, still holding back the majority of his emotions and pain. "He made me, while he was drugging her and degraded her. I couldnt do it, but he held a gun to my head, while he was single-handedly drugged her. He was enjoying it, Dave, he was ENJOYING IT!" Hotch finally broke down, Rossi came around the desk and pulled him into a hug. It was a much needed hug at that. Hotch just poured his emotions out, and it felt good, but Hotch just felt guilty has hell!

"You killed the bastard though, he's dead. He's gone." Dave was trying to sooth him, it was obviously hard though.