AN: brace for impact.

CHAPTER 14

She was rudely awakened by the sound of Smith, Barker, and a few of their men barging in through the doors, mumbling things at each other. She could hear the faint sound of gunshots reverberate through the factory – the cavalry had arrived. She valiantly grinned, knowing that her team had found her. Smith had come up to her, cutting through her binds, and releasing her from the chains that hung from the ceiling. Barker was behind her, pointing his gun toward her direction.

A wave of relief shot through her body, as she collapsed down from the awful position she'd been kept in for hours. She'd fallen straight to the ground, on her knees, only for her face to be greeted by Daniel's foot.

"They're here! How the hell did they find us?!" he yelled at her. She pushed her body up, slowly turning her head around, staring at the olive-skinned man.

Though she was in an incredible amount of pain, the petite blonde managed to flash her bloodstained teeth, grinning.

"It was only a matter of time, jackass." She smirked.

Daniel was about to kick her in the face again, when Jonathan stopped him.

"Barker, no! You need to get the hell out of here! Now! I'll deal with her and her team."

Daniel had backed off, making his way to the door with his men, who were carrying military-grade submachine guns. It didn't look good.

"Make it quick, I'm blowing this place up."

Smith nodded. He'd grabbed JJ by the arm, roughly picking her up, slapping handcuffs on her hands. He trained his gun on her, threatening to shoot her if she decided to make a move. She obeyed – her chances of making it out alive became slimmer and slimmer by the second. He pulled her over to the side, where a tray of syringes and vials had been scattered across a metal table. She struggled against him, but was unable to stop him from injecting her with a sedative.

"Don't worry, you won't feel a thing."

Her body began to feel weakened by the drug, but it hadn't knocked her out just yet.

He dragged her to the north exit, where flights of stairs would take them straight to the roof of the building.

"You know, I'm kind of disappointed our time together was so short. You may not have given up the chip, but we'll find it regardless. But I do have to kill you."

A shiver violated her spine. He wasn't kidding around. This guy was mission oriented. If he were unable to get the chip from her, then there'd be no stopping him from killing her. A tear streamed down her face, as he continued shoving her up the stairs. She'd become awfully weak from the previous beatings. She was bleeding out; the incisions from her previous wounds from three years ago had been ripped open. Her ribcage looked like a mess again, and her face didn't look or feel any better. She could have sworn the entire left side of her face was completely swollen, and her left eye and eyebrow nearly nonexistent. Even she was unsure if she'd make it, if the team rescued her regardless. She could feel the life slowly drain out of her body.

The team had separated into three teams, along with members of SWAT. Penelope had called them in while they were still in the air. Derek wanted to covertly assault the factory, like they'd done so three years ago, but the helicopters gave them away. They came in with a bang.

"Go, go, go!" Derek ordered through their earpieces. In a flash, all members and SWAT officers had assaulted the building. Gunfire had consumed the factory.

"Derek, there's two men in the hallway through the west entrance." Penelope advised. Spencer followed closely behind Derek, whom was behind the SWAT officers leading their group. Spencer used the tablet as a guide for them to assault the factory. Major Price followed along. Gunfire sprayed in their direction, and all three of them ducked into cover behind the shelving and machinery.

It brought up memories of his time in Iraq with JJ and Matt. He shook his head, trying to focus on getting their girl back. Suddenly, he found himself taking cover behind some shelving, as the gunfire continued to spray in their direction.

"We're pinned!" Derek yelled out.

Penelope frantically worked to find an infrared image that could help her chocolate Adonis out. She saw that at the east side of the building, Aaron's unit had a flank.

"Hotch, you guys have the right flank through those doors straight ahead." She informed.

"Thanks Garcia."

Aaron nodded at Alex and David, making sure they were ready.

"We have your three, Morgan. Standby," Aaron addressed. He gestured for the SWAT officers to make their move through the door, into the room their teammates were in. Alex nodded as well, as she saw the thermal images of the men pinning Derek's unit against the wall.

Derek breathed in, looking at Major Price, nodding to fire back at the bastards pinning them down. They collectively shot up, shooting back at the men. They'd watched as Aaron's unit stormed the room.

In the blink of an eye, the SWAT officers had shot at the terrorists – Aaron and David taking their shots as well.

"Clear!"

All seven men were instantly taken out. Derek, Spence, Major Price and the SWAT officers stood up from their position.

Derek looked over at Aaron, nodding, silently thanking him for saving their asses once more. They continued looking around the room. There'd been a second part across the room – the main area of the factory. Spencer had already made his way toward it. The young doctor frowned, as he entered it. He'd spotted the long chain that hung down from the ceiling – it was still swinging. He continued looking around his surroundings; there were newly frayed ropes and duct tape, a mixture of dried and fresh blood that had pooled all over the floor, and a trail of blood that led to the north side of the factory that Emily and Matt were covering. He'd spotted two syringes that were scattered on a metal table, along with multiple vials of BZ; a military grade incapacitating agent. His eyes had widened, thinking of the petite blonde getting helplessly injected and drugged up. Conscious flashes of Hankel and his brief dilaudid stint dominated his vision. However, he instantly shook off the memory, continuing on.

"JJ was just here." He confirmed through the mic. "Em, I think they went your direction." Emily and Matt heard, and nodded, continuing on through the north hall.

Derek, Aaron, David and Alex turned around, looking at the chain from afar. They shook their heads, trying to shake off the awful thoughts of what JJ must have gone through from their heads. Their hearts were racing, thinking of the possibility that they might be too late.

"Come on, we need to keep going. There's three more floors to cover." Derek said.

Aaron, Alex, and David had continued down the South entrance of the building – they closely followed the SWAT members leading them. They had taken out at least five more of Alliance's men, and were continuing on through the halls, and into the basement. Derek, Spence and Michael's unit had continued one floor up.

There was a lot of this factory to cover – according to the blueprints Penelope had dug up. The factory was huge; there were at least two more buildings connected to the East wing, an underground section, a boat shed, and a loading dock. However, that didn't stop them from continuing on.

Penelope had been advising Emily and Matt as well.

"Emily and Cruz, there's a door leading to a staircase just at the end of that hallway – you guys are the closest to what looks like two people moving up toward the roof, I think its JJ and Smith! Go! Hurry, it looks like he's hurting her."

They both exchanged worried looks, and nodded, as they sprinted up the stairs. There'd been four floors to this factory; eight flights of stairs. They tirelessly ran up, keeping their weapons trained in front of them. Emily had taken point, with Matt covering closely behind.

Matt would have none of Jonathan's crap. He was tired, worried, and pissed. He kept telling himself to take out the son of a bitch if he had a shot.

Emily hadn't lost her ability to compartmentalize. But her brain was working on overdrive – thinking of what she'd do if she found JJ dead. She promised that she'd bring the blonde back home safely; she wasn't about to break that promise.

They could still hear the chaotic sound of gunfire consuming the factory from downstairs, and the voices of each and every one of their team members yelling things through their radios. It was grueling; knowing that the lives of each team member was on the line. However, they'd both tuned them out, focusing on what laid behind the door.

Mateo placed his hand on the doorknob, looking straight into Emily's eyes. He kept a steady grasp on his glock, ready to fire if Smith tried to shoot back. Emily nodded for Matt to open the door, and in a flash, they were both through, aiming their firearms at Smith.

They were horrified at what they saw – Smith tightly keeping JJ in a chokehold, training his knife against her neck. JJ looked awful; bruised, and bloody. Emily tried to fight the tears from the sight of her best friend being so… Weak. Matt was about to lose his shit.

"You son of a bitch traitor! Let her go! It's over!" He roared.

Both sides of the party had tightened their grasp on their weapons. Matt and Emily had found themselves creeping closer and closer towards them. Jonathan yelled back, keeping his gun trained on both the agents.

"It's over when I say its over! Do you really want me to slice this bitch's throat?!" he growled.

"No, Smith, you're done! You're surrounded! We have two black ops snipers trained on you right now, you're not getting out of this!" Emily yelled. Jonathan and JJ were getting uncomfortably close to the ledge of the factory. It would be at least a sixty-foot drop – a fatal drop.

Smith was visibly upset. He saw that he couldn't get out of this.

"You know what? If I can't get out of this, then she's coming with me."

Jonathan took a few steps back, using JJ's body as a shield. He quickly drew his gun, pointing it at Mateo.

Two loud shots rang from his gun. He'd squeezed the trigger twice. Matt's body jolted back and he fell to the ground, and Jonathan continued staggering backward with the blonde. Emily hesitated to take the shot; JJ was completely in the line of fire.

"You don't have a shot, do you?" Jonathan laughed. Emily kept her gun trained in his direction.

"Just let her go!" she screamed. All he did was smirk.

"Too late." He rapidly shifted the knife from JJ's neck, and plunged it into the blonde's stomach. A loud grunt escaped her lips, as Emily screamed out JJ's name. JJ collapsed onto her knees; the knife was still stuck in her body. Without a second thought, Emily had fired three rounds into the direction of Jonathan's chest. Vivid, erratic flashes of Doyle stabbing her with the chair leg consumed her vision, mixing it with reality.

There was a slight pause, as Jonathan stumbled backward, and over the ledge, but not without pulling the petite blonde down with him.

"No!" Emily cried, sprinting toward their direction, as she watched the both of them fall over the ledge.