(This is the final chapter. I am writing a second book and I hope to write a third as well, we will see. Let me know what you think.)

*Hotch POV*

We had Richard in custody, I should be glad that we have gotten him. There's nothing that I could think of until I looked up at where Richard was being held, he was talking with a detective out in the open. His hands were cuffed to the front of him.

There have only been two other times that I felt my world stop and start in slow motion. The first time I was a rookie and my partner got shot, it was my fault for not frisking the guy before bringing him to the cruiser. The second time was when I was handling a domestic disturbance, we thought it was the husband and cuffed him. The wife took her shot and shot him in the head, she used self-defense as her excuse; she got five years. This is the third time this has happened. Richard, when the cop turned away for just a second, grabbed his gun, stood up and grabbed Reid. Reid was talking to Garcia, the gasp she emitted alerted everyone. She hates guns and violence. I stood and pulled my gun.

"Don't move!" Richard screamed at us, he held a gun to his head and lined up Reid's with his. We paused.

"Reid!" I yelled before I could think. The look he gave me was one of fear until he took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

"Reid, open your eyes, man. I need you to open your eyes," Morgan put his gun down and tried to talk to his Reid. Reid shook his head, he was too scared. All guns were pointed at Richard, the tension was so high in the room.

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"Shoot!" The captain yelled.

"No! Hold your fire!" I yelled I was too late as everyone shot. Fifteen shots sounded and both Reid and Richard hit the ground hard.

My team ran to Reid, but he was dead before he hit the ground. Morgan was holding him and crying, I was in shock.

*How could this have happened?*

I sat on the ground and stared at Reid's body. Rossi put his hand on my shoulder and kneels next to me. He stays silent; the only sound, other than heartbeats, was Morgan hyperventilating. I don't know how we are going to be able to get over this.

"He was too young," Morgan spoke through his hyperventilation. He wiped his eyes with a shaky hand and rubbed Reid's hair. He was trying to calm down and it wasn't working. He put Reid's head on the ground, got up, and left the room. It was too much.