THIRD PERSON POV
The gun shot broke Spencer away from the phone. He had been staring at it since the call ended. His head shot up as the rest of the team rushed into the warehouse. He took a step forward, but JJ held him back.

"You know what Hotch said," she warned, her eyes darting to the building in worry. Deep down Spencer knew she was right. He had no gun, no vest, no nothing.

So, he waited.

And he heard more gun shots.

He broke away from JJ's grasp and ran to the building.

He entered the building to see a mess.

Two men in the corner, both shot nonfatally, but nursing either an arm or a leg. On the opposite side of the room was a sight that caused for his breath to hitch.

There were two unmoving figures on the ground, with two men over one. One was applying pressure to the unmoving figure's abdomen, while the other had a gun aimed at him.

"You need to step away from her, right now," said the man wielding the gun.

It was Morgan.

"Just… just help her…" the other said, and Spencer immediately knew who it was, as the figure stepped away from the body: it was Nicolas. Hotch grabbed him and dragged him out of the building, motioning to Rossi as he left. As his eyes drifted to the figure on the ground, he saw who it was. Despite her hair being messed up, and the paleness on her face, he recognized her immediately.

Danielle.

"Danielle, stay awake, eyes on me, okay?" Morgan said, applying pressure on her abdomen. She had been shot, and was losing blood and fast.

"Reid, you need to get out of here. Now," Rossi said, appearing in front of Spencer, obstructing his view of Danielle. "You can't be here."

"But-" Spencer began as a quiet voice caught his attention.

"Tell Spence I'm sorry… I… can't…" Danielle trailed off.

"Danielle, stay awake! God damn it, where is medical?" Morgan yelled. Spencer couldn't move. An EMT squad immediately rushed into the building heading for her unmoving body.

"Spencer. Out. Now," Hotch said from behind him. When Spencer didn't respond, he dragged the man out of the building. Spencer put up no resistance, his mind and body in shock.

Was she dead?

"Hotch, she can't die, she-"

"Reid, they are going to do everything they can," Hotch said. "They're going take her to Detroit Medical. I can have someone drive you." As soon as Hotch had spoken the words, the EMTs exited the building, with Danielle on a stretcher.

"Is she alive?" Reid asked, trying to make his way to them. "Is she okay?"

"Reid," Hotch said, grabbing his shoulder. "There's nothing you can do… Morgan, can you take him the hospital?"

"Yeah, come on Reid," Morgan said, guiding the tall genius away from the ambulance where Danielle's unmoving body was being put, sirens on.

Everything blurred for him.

He didn't remember the drive there.

He didn't remember walking into the hospital.

He didn't remember Morgan asking where she was.

He didn't remember sitting in the waiting room for hours.

He didn't remember finding out she was in critical condition.

He didn't remember her going into surgery.

All he could think about was how he never got the chance to tell her that he loved her too.

"Reid," Morgan asked, sitting next to him in the dull waiting room, "you need to eat something."

Spencer didn't answer, opting to just shake his head. The sound of a door opening drew Spencer out of his thoughts.

It was Hotch, Rossi, Blake, JJ, and Garcia. And all were looking at him with pity.

He hated that.

"Spence," JJ said, sitting next to him. "What did the doctor say?"

"Morgan?" Spencer asked, motioning for him to speak.

"She's in surgery… it's pretty bad," Morgan said, standing to talk to the team away from Spencer, but he listened in intensely. "They are worried about damage to her internal organs and there wasn't an exit wound, and judging from the trajectory, they are concerned about spinal cord damage…"

"She could be paralyzed?" Garcia asked, her eyes flickering towards Spencer.

"There's a chance, but they won't know until they get the internal bleeding under control and ensure that she's stable. Then they can take her for X-rays to see where the bullet is," Morgan said.

"And Reid?" Hotch asked, his voice quiet enough so that Spencer couldn't hear.

"He hasn't processed it at all… I think he's in shock."

"I hate to bring this up," Blake said, "but what happens if Danielle doesn't make it?"

No one spoke for a moment. They didn't know what would happen if Danielle died.

"Did we get anything from Nicolas?" Morgan asked, crossing his arms.

"No," Rossi said. "The CIA is trying to crack him now, but I doubt they'll have much luck."

"Why?" Morgan asked.

"Because he keeps asking about Danielle," Garcia said. Spencer's head snapped up.

"Who?" he asked. "Nicolas?"

"Spence-" JJ started.

"He got her in this mess, he's doesn't deserve to know," Spencer said, standing up. Silence flooded over the team, the air tense. Then Blake spoke.

"Has anyone spoken with her family?"

"JJ called them about an hour ago," Hotch said. "Her sister should be here soon."

The silence returned as the team sat around where Spencer and JJ now sat. It was quiet in the room. The door opened, and a woman ran towards the desk.

"My sister? Danielle Hansen? She-" she began and the nurse at the desk began to speak.

"She's in surgery right now, a doctor will update you soon… please be seated."

"Ashley Hansen?" Hotch asked, walking towards the woman. She turned, her blonde hair catching on her face as she frantically pushed it out of the way. "I'm Agent Hotchner of the FBI, you spoke to Agent Jennifer Jareau earlier?"

"Yes," she said, gulping, "Has there been any news on my sister?"

"Agent Morgan can fill you in," he said. "Can I get you anything? Coffee? Tea?"

"No," she said sitting down, "thank you."

Morgan spoke to the woman across for him. Ashely's face was serious the whole time, but inside she was terrified.

"I hadn't seen her in years," she said. "I told her she was going to get out of there… I can't let that be a lie." She buried her face into her hands.

No one spoke.

No one knew how to comfort this woman who was a stranger to them.

Then a door opened and a voice spoke.

"I need to speak to relatives of Danielle Hansen?" Immediately, everyone looked up at the doctor.

"That's me," Ashley said. "I'm her sister… Is she okay?"

"Please follow me," he said. Ashley didn't fight and followed him.

But the team noticed he didn't answer her question.

And a few minutes later, she returned to the room, papers in hand. Everyone looked expectantly at her.

"She's alive," she said. "But she's still unconscious… But there were complications with the surgery… the good thing is that they were able to get the bullet out and they don't think her spinal cord was compromised…"

A breath of relief flooded over the whole team, with all of them turning to him.

"When will she… wake up?" he asked.

"You must be Spencer," Ashley said, smiling softly, "they aren't sure, but they are hopeful she'll wake up in a few hours… Now if you'll excuse me, I have to call my husband and son…" She left the room to make the call.

JJ grasped Spencer's hand.

"She's okay, Spence," she said, squeezing his hand.

He didn't speak, but a tear did fall down his face as it all hit him at once.

She was alive.

She was alive.

Outside of the room, Ashley dialed her husband's number.

"Ash," Charlie said through the line. "How is she?"

"Charlie," Ashley said, tears streaming down her face. "She's alive, but…"

"But what?" he asked.

"The bullet… they had to perform an emergency hysterectomy, but Charlie… she was pregnant."

"Do you think she knew?"

"No," Ashley said, leaning against the wall. "And I'm going to have to tell her once she wakes up... She's going to be heartbroken."