"He's not armed!" Dave called out, "He's gonna ram the gates! Everybody back up! Hang on, Kid. Let's make sure to keep everyone safe." He went over to Hotch, who repeated Dave's orders over the coms. SWAT was told to back up and back off The BAU and the local cops gave Leo a wide berth to get into the parking garage. They used the parked cars as cover and prayed that everybody who left their cars in the garage that day, had good insurance.

"Alright, Kid." Leo had his full attention now. "I'm back." Dave noticed his team, taking cover, with medical staff laying in wait. Everyone was prepping for a disaster. "Ya know, we could just open the gate for you?" Dave said in a genial tone.

"Nah," Leo ground out, set in his plan. "I'll come in my way. "There's going to be plenty of smoke and fire. Make sure and get the kid out. I don't want to hurt him."

"Everybody's gettin' out," Dave didn't know why he said it. He had no way to know if that was true. "Just out of curiosity, Kid; what are ya driving?"

Leo's voice was calm and flat. "Nissan GT. This should be fun."

"Ah, a race car." For a brief second, Dave wondered if the affinity for cool cars was a family trait. "A good car needs love. Are you sure you want to crash it?"

"So does a good woman, but I was no good for either one." He smashed the gas pedal as the parking garage came into view.

"BACK UP!" Dave bellowed as Hotch continued barking orders over the coms. "He's not armed! Everyone gets out of here alive! It's a two-door with a baby in the backseat. The baby gets priority!"

A second later, the smell of burnt rubber and the squawk of tires on concrete filled the air. Something fell out of the car window, hard plastic tumbled onto the concrete with a sickening crack. Dave's stomach dropped, instinctively, he knew, it didn't fall, it was thrown. The side of the Nissan GT rammed into the gated parking garage, with so much force the ground shook the interior of the garage. Smoke billowed from the hood. Dave coughed, sputtering as black smoke filled his lungs and invaded his vision. He used his hand to shield his eyes as he crouched low, moving as fast as he could towards the car. "She dropped him!" He yelled into his com, "I'm going after that car seat."

"It could be a trap," Hotch's strict warning filled his head. "Dave, wait for us."

"It's not a trap." Dave kept running, keeping the car seat in his eye line and he was thankful that the street was blocked off. "Leo told me to make sure Carlo got out. He's got trust issues so he did it himself."

Dave ran. He wouldn't have ran faster if his clothes were on fire. He didn't know how far he'd gone away from the team and it didn't matter. With single minded determination, he followed the car seat as it bounced down the incline coming to a stop on the patch of grass. 'God,' he prayed with heart in his throat. 'Please let my son live.'Dave's head clouded, the noxious smell of oil and smoke, still hung in the air and made it hard to breathe. "Carlo!" He yelled, staggering down the incline. His knees buckled on the patch of grass in front of the car seat. He laid his hand over Carlo's small body, feeling for movement. Carlo shivered in the car seat, his jaw shuttered up and down as he cried. Aside from a faint yellow tinge of his skin….Miraculously, Carlo looked…. Fine. Dave let out a harsh barking laugh as the sweet feeling of relief swept over him. Dave shrugged off his jacket and tucked it around Carlo, to keep him warm. Just then, dark thunderous clouds opened up, buckets of hot, Summer rain spilled from the sky. He probably looked crazy, knelt on the dry brittle patch of grass, rain soaking through his clothes. Water droplets rolled off his hair and into his eyes. Laughter rolled through his belly like a madman. He wanted to scoop his son into his arms and comfort him, but he didn't want to risk injuring him. "It's okay," he soothed, stroking his hair. "You're going home to your mama."

"Where are you?" A voice in his head yelled, "where the hell are you?"

Dave looked up, Carlo squirmed under his hand and the knot in Dave's chest loosened just a little. "Okay," he mumbled, trying to get his bearings. He looked down at Carlo, he was dressed in a wet, pink onesie. "You're okay, Son."

"Rossi!" Another voice barked. "Come on Man, tell us where you are. We're coming to get you. Erica and Leo were arrested."

Dave looked up, unsure exactly where he stood. "I got Carlo!" He said it triumphantly, and looked down at his boy, they were going home. "We're about 40 feet from the north side of the hospital. "I need someone to come look at Carlo. He looks okay but I don't want to move him."

Dave staggered into the hospital; feeling like something the cat dragged in. His boots squelched on the tile floor and his shirt was soaked; he'd twisted his knee at some point during the chase. He moved carefully, with the baby tucked into his shirt to keep him warm. The medical staff from the hospital said that it was safe to move him and the car seat could be bagged as evidence. Apart from the jaundice, and a drop in his blood sugar, Carlo was perfectly fine and Dave knew that was nothing short of a miracle.

Erin caught his eye immediately, "David!" She ran towards him as fast as she could. "Is he alive!" her voice echoed down the hallway as she hurried towards him. As she got closer, her eyes fell on the way Dave leaned on the wall to hold his balance.

She grabbed his arm. "What the hell happened? Is my baby alive?"

"He's alive, Babe," Dave said quickly, "he's weak and cold, but he's here. The NICU is waiting for him."

"Give him to me," she demanded, reaching for Carlo. "I want to feed him."

Dave wanted to tell her to cool her jets, but that would have been downright disrespectful. Instead he helped her slide the baby into her shirt, so her body heat could warm him. Still, Carlo shivered pathetically against her and latched weakly when she offered him her breast. Her voice cracked when she spoke and she sank to the floor, cradling him in her arms. "You did it."

Erin sighed in relief, she would never complain about the discomforts that came with nursing her baby. He was eating, ravenously. "My love," she cooed, stroking his sweet, angelic face. She met Dave's eyes, a serene smile lit his face, as his arm settled around her."You did it. You got him back."

Pride lit his eyes and the smile widened, wincing slightly as he joined her on the floor, he reached out and squeezed her hand and settled one arm around her shoulders, holding her to him. "Damn right we did."

She sighed deeply, letting him hold her, with their son resting in her arms between them.

"Is it wrong that I want to go home and lock us in the house?" Dave ran his hand over Carlo's head as he ate. He'd never leave again, if it kept their family safe.

Erin laid her head on his shoulder, the adrenaline that propelled her all day, was starting to wear off. Her shoulders shook, either through laughter, tears or both."Is it wrong that I want to let you?"