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"Where the hell is security?" Ross screamed as he continued to throw himself against the door; it wasn't budging, and he was sure he had broken his shoulder. But he refused to give up- and then it hit him. They couldn't wait for security to show up, his patient couldn't wait any longer. JJ's neurosurgeon was one of the doctors working to pry open the door; her orthopedic surgeon as right next to him.

"Go get it!" Ross had suddenly yelled at them; and with a flash of realization, both men knew exactly what he was taking about, and the orthopedic surgeon took off. Ross only hoped he would be back in a few minutes; he couldn't keep up with the door.

"Ross?" Ross turned and saw Agents Morgan and Hotch running at him, concern apparent on their faces.

"Someone.. is in.. there with her," He huffed, backing away from the door as the FBI drew their weapons, "Door is barricaded… can't get in…" He doubled over, desperate to catch his breath as Hotch and Morgan began kicking the door.

"Move!" One of the security officers had finally arrived, his key ring in his hands and a tool in the other. Everyone backed away as the officer stuck the key in the lock and tried to turn it. "it's jammed, they jammed it…" he hissed trying to pull back the now stuck key.

Hotch looked at Morgan, "Go around, she has a window." Morgan didn't need to be told twice, he took off running down the hallway, desperate to get to his friend.

"Ross!" Hotch and Ross turned to see one of the surgeons running back to them, the large circular saw in his hands. Ross looked up and opened his hands, gesturing for his coworker to toss the expensive medical device.

"You're going to have to do it," Ross handed the orthopedic saw over to Hotch, his shoulder hanging at an unnatural angle. Ross turned on the saw and gave it to Hotch, watching as the agent immediately pressed the rotating blade to the door and around the doorknob. Almost instantly, Ross saw the door begin to give; he looked behind him and saw his own team, his skilled team of nurses and respiratory therapists ready to rush in to save the life of their patient.

And as soon as that door budged enough, Ross saw Hotch's expression change from worry to absolute anger; his gun in his hand as he and the security officer waited half a second for the door to fall.

And as it did; multiple gunshots pierced the air.

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Leaff held the small chip in his hand, relief washing over him as he grasped it tight. Freedom was inches away- and as he turned to head to the window, a voice sounded in his head.

"You were a good friend, partner. You did everything I asked, you were the perfect fool. But now you are a liability and I have no doubt you will turn me into the FBI as soon as you are out of the country. I am sorry it must end this way, but I have no option."

Leaff froze, unable to move as he heard the words. "What…"

"I am sorry…"

"If you do this, the FBI will find my body, they will find the chip and they will track it to you."

"I don't need the chip, its information has been uploaded to a cloud server, I had you retrieve it to stall, to have you stay in with her just a bit longer…" he paused, "And that chip will only lead them back to you. It's been wiped of all other information.

Leaff turned towards JJ, his eyes building as he realized what was happening. "Goodbye," and Leaff looked down as he saw a sniper's point on his chest. He knew it was over, knew his life was gone and in one desperate last act, while he knew the FBI was outside, he yelled out one word that he knew they would hear: "Tulsa." He didn't have time to move again before the bullet pierced his chest and he fell to the floor in a bloody heap just as the FBI made entry.