A/N: Me not posting last night was no one's fault but my own and I'm so sorry!

Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds.

Hotch and Rossi sat across from each other on the jet, talking quietly. Most of the team was asleep, sans Morgan, who was listening to music on his iPod. Hotch was doing paperwork, the sleeves of his white shirt rolled up to his elbows.

"You know, the worst part of being the team leader is all the paperwork," Hotch remarked, not looking away from the said paperwork. "Especially when we do something 'unorthodox'.

"It was so much easier when we didn't work in teams. Like a 'look out for yourself' type deal." Rossi said, taking a sip of his scotch.

"I'm not sure I would prefer working alone," Hotch said thoughtfully, finally putting his pen down and looking at the older profiler.

"Oh?" Rossi inquired. Hotch nodded.

"It sounds… lonely. Especially with all the traveling, we do."

"I guess you have a point there. I always had Jason to work with, even if he is a pain in the ass sometimes." He said fondly.

"I'm sure he would say the same about you." Hotch quipped, a smile tugging at his mouth. "Your arguments are rumored to have been legendary."

"He was just stubborn. Always convinced he was right." Rossi shook his head and chuckled. "But I guess he would say the same about me." Hotch nodded. He got back to his paperwork, wanting to get the majority of it done before they got back to Quantico. Rossi wondered what it would be like if Jason were on the team instead of Section Chief. While he and Reid seemed to be close, he didn't think that his friend would work well with more than two people. Then again Rossi hadn't thought he would work well with a team either, and he hadn't, at first. He had an independent streak a mile long and thought that a team would only slow him down. It took a few cases, but he warmed to the group of people he spent most of his time with, eventually.

…

Garcia was walking up to her apartment building, texting Morgan. She was distracted and didn't notice when footsteps sounded behind her. She was on the steps of her building when she heard an unfamiliar voice behind her.

"Penelope!" It was the voice of a man, not deep but not high pitched either. She turned and noticed that he was extremely handsome, with blond hair and blue eyes. She smiled slightly.

"Yes?" She asked. He returned her smile, which was probably the main reason she was so shocked when he pulled out a handgun. She gasped as he aimed it at her.

"The BAU will fall." He said as he pulled the trigger. Pain exploded in her left shoulder and everything went white. She noticed that she was laying on the cold steps, why am I laying down? She wondered as she heard footsteps approaching. She stayed absolutely still, not even breathing for fear that this man would finish her off. The footsteps were too close when they stopped. He just stood next to her for a minute and walked back out of the courtyard. She let herself pass out from the pain and her last thought was the BAU will fall? Is the rest of the team okay? And then she was floating in painless oblivion.

…

Morgan and JJ got into Morgan's car and idled there for several minutes, Morgan texting Garcia. She didn't respond for and he brushed it off, starting his car. He had to drop JJ off at her apartment before he could get home, but he didn't mind. They chatted about idle things for most of the drive until JJ looked into the rearview mirror for the second time in as many minutes.

"Morgan, I think that car is following us." She said, squinting and trying to read the plate number. Suddenly her phone went off and she looked down. It was a text from an unknown number. "The BAU will fall?" She read aloud, confusion making it sound like a question. Morgan looked over.

"What?" He asked. He didn't get an answer, because the car that they suspected was following them rammed into them from behind. "What the Hell?" Morgan shouted angrily, trying to gain control of the wheel. They were beginning to swerve despite Morgan's attempts and the car rammed them again. JJ screamed, dropping the phone as the car went flying off the road.

…

Prentiss walked into her apartment and immediately went to her bedroom. She fell into bed, clothes and all. She was faintly aware of her cat, Sergio, curling up next to her. She smiled and kicked off her boots, which hit her wood floor with a thud. She figured that she could shower and get dressed in the morning. Her eyelids felt heavy like anvils and she soon drifted off into blissful slumber.

Prentiss was woken by Sergio, who was meowing and pawing at her face. She frowned. He had food in his bowl when she fell asleep, didn't he? She lifted her eyes, and they stung. She began coughing, still dazed from her brief sleep. What was happening? She looked around, and her eyes widened. Her apartment was filled with smoke. She instinctively brought her arm up to her face when she started coughing again.

She looked over ar Sergio, who was looking at her expectantly. She rolled off the bed and onto the floor, army crawling her way out of the room. She made it to her front door, where the smoke seemed to be coming from. She tentatively touched the door, noting that it wasn't hot. So, the smoke was probably coming from the lower levels and filtering up to her. The air was clearer form the floor, but she could feel the smoke taking effect. She tried to open the door and found that it was… locked. From the outside. There was no way that was accidental. She cursed and crawled to the balcony, sucking in the fresh air once she stepped out the door. Well, relatively fresh air, considering there was still smoke. She looked down and cursed again. All of the levels below her were on fire. There were fire trucks and crowds of people down on the street. She looked at Sergio, who was now next to her. She was aware the could shift into a bird or something and fly away, but she would be leaving her cat to die. She couldn't do that, he just saved her life. Then, an idea sprung into her head, and she knew it might get her killed. But she had to do something.

Reid walked down the street, enjoying the night air. He adjusted his purple scarf as he walked. He looked around, the street was well lit, but there were very few people around. His phone went off and he looked down. He felt someone walk into him, shoulder checking him.

"Watch it." The man said gruffly in a deep baritone. Reid frowned, looking at the retreating figures back.

"Sorry." He mumbled through the man was out of earshot. He turned to start walking again but stumbled. He blinked as the world began to tilt, and he stumbled forward, trying to grab onto a bench for support. He missed it, instead of falling on the cold pavement. He blinked up at the dark sky. He felt out of it, his mind working at the pace of a snail. The only coherent thought he could muster was what's going on? His vision was fading in and out, and it felt like his body was vibrating.

He felt like he was going to be sick, but he couldn't move at all. His limbs were too heavy to move. Why and I trying to move? He wondered idly. And then he noticed something was off. He couldn't feel anything. There were no emotions for him to feel out, but there were always emotions, even if there were no people around. So, were they really not there or could he just not feel them? He looked to the side and tried to move a small rock sitting next to him. It didn't budge, no matter how hard he focused. He startled when he realized there was someone kneeling next to him. When did he get there? His brow furrowed as he tried to voice the question and nothing happened.

"The BAU will fall." It was the same guy that bumped into him earlier. That felt like years ago, but his logical mind told him he couldn't have been laying there for more than two minutes. Why hadn't he felt the man approach? He was so confused. Wait, what did he mean by 'The BAU will fall'? The man put something into his left pocket, it felt like a piece of paper.

"It'll be over soon." The man said, patting his cheek before standing. He walked away and Reid's entire world went dark.

…

Hotch and Rossi walked out of the bar they had been having a drink in. It was one of those fancy places Rossi liked, filled with cigar smoke and relaxing music.

"See, a good drink-" Rossi was saying when there was an ear-splitting explosion. Hotch felt both him and Rossi flying through the air and one of his shields deploying. It was like a golden sphere encompassing both himself and the older profiler. He had no idea what happened after that because everything went dark.

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Gideon sat in his office, reading through files. He had a bad feeling all of a sudden, and he knew something would happen. He needed to check on Aaron Hotchner's team. Warn them, something was about to happen. Before he could do anything, his office phone rang. He looked down at it, knowing he needed to pick up yet not wanting to know what the person on the other end would say. He picked it up, but before he could say anything there was a chilling voice on the other end.

"The BAU will fall." was all he said, and then he was gone. Gideon numbly put down the phone. What happened to his team?

A/N: That was kind of a wild ride and I just kinda went with it. I hope it wasn't too wild haha. As always, I hope you enjoyed and please R&R!