A/N: Sorry it took me so long to update! I was going to add this chapter on moday, but then I got grounded and couldn't go on the computer, so...anyway. Hope you like!
Sanchez had resorted back to pacing around the cramped space, and it was making Penelope nervous. She had heard him talking to someone, presumably Rossi from the half of the conversation she had heard, and it had ended in shouting. Not a good sign. The man kept moving the gun back in forth between his two hands, muttering softly to himself. He appeared to be so deep in thought, Garcia thought that she and JJ could just walk out of her office an Sanchez wouldn't even notice. The possible consequences of that if he did notice, however, much outweighed the benefits. Garcia was not going to take that risk.
The Technical Analyst temorarily shifted her gaze to JJ, who had been completly silent since her outburst at Sanchez.
"Jayje, you okay?" The blonde gave her a strange look, and Garcia nearly laughed at how obsurd the qestion was. "I mean, as okay as yu can be right now."
"I'm, fine, it's just…"
"What is it?"
"Henry. If something happens to us, what about him? He has Will, but I don't want him to have to grow up without a mother," her eyes were growing damp, and Penelope could tell she was having a hard time keeping it together. Garcia wasn't much better, but she was used to looking at all the horrible pictures, video feed, and holding her emotions in until she got home.
"Nothing is going to happen to us. The team would never let that happen! They're each twice as smart as that guy over there. You know Bossman probably already as a plan, aand if anyone can talk down a hostage taker, it's Rossi." JJ smiled slightly, her face showing relief.
"You're right. I just hope they can solve this soon."
"So, now what?" Morgan asked, directing the question at Rossi, but Hotch answered.
"We have to wait until he calms down to call him back. Talking to Sanchez while he's this worked up is a very bad idea. And I'd like to talk to Joseph Namson, find out why it's such a touchy subject."
Hotch and Prentiss knocked loudly on Joseph Namson's door. Since he had the day off, and the media hadn't gotten a hold of the story, he most likely wasn't even aware of the situation. Reid, Rossi and Morgan were staying at the FBI building, waiting to call Peter Sanchez back. A tall blonde man opened the door, looking suspiciously at the profilers' weapons. Hotch pulled his badge out to show.
"Agent Namson, I'm agent Hotchner, and this is agent Prentiss. We're from the BAU, can we talk to you?"
"Yeah, come in." Once the three were inside, Namson ushered Hotch and Prentiss over to a couch, presumably in his living room and sat down across from it. "What can i help you with?"
"have you heard about the hostage situation at the Bureau?"
"Yes, a member of my team called me." Hotch and Emily exchanged a glance, and the Unit Cheif nodded to her.
"Do you know who the hostage taker is?" Namson sighed, more upset than annoyed.
"My cousin."
A/N: Kinda an abrupt ending, and I was going to make this much longer, but I didn't have much time to type so I am making the end the beginning of my next chapter. Hopefully I can update this weekend.