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A/N: I think I got my mojo back! Here's another one since I didn't update last night.
Gideon called Hotch first, knowing he was the most likely to pick up. It rang out and went to voicemail. Next was Rossi, with the same result. He tried Garcia, knowing that if anyone could track down the rest of the team it would be her. She went straight to voicemail, which was always a bad sign. He dropped his head for a moment. He would never forgive himself if the quirky tech got hurt because he made her join the BAU. His heart nearly stopped when he thought about Reid. The man he was mentoring, where was he? He rapidly typed in his number, and let out a shuddery breath when there was no answer. He called JJ, then Morgan. Neither of them answered and he shook his head before dialing Prentiss. His eyes widened when she picked up. She was coughing.
"Gideon." She said. "My building is on fire." His heart rate picked up.
"Where are you?" He asked.
"On my balcony."
"Get out of there!" He nearly shouted.
"Don't you think I tried that? The door is locked from the outside and I live on the sixth floor." She snapped back, coughing. "I was about to try something that might get me out of here."
"Then why aren't you doing it?" He all but growled.
"Well, it might get me killed, so I'm sort of hesitant." She said
"You have no other ideas? Maybe, I don't know, one that won't get you killed?" He asked though he knew she would only do something risky as a last resort.
"I'm going to scale the building with my claws." She said, deadpan.
"You're what?" He asked.
"You heard me." She said snappily. He sighed.
"I don't know if-" He began, but she cut him off.
"I have a better chance of survival if I do this. I really don't feel like asphyxiating or burning to death." and with that, she hung up on him. He looked at his phone for a minute longer before he stood up. He grabbed his coat and made his way to Prentiss's apartment building.
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"... pressure dropping…"
"... losing her. Start…"
"... too much blood…" Garcia floated in and out of consciousness. Snippets of phrases reached her ears and she never really processed them. She was jostled out of unconsciousness once again, but this time she opened her eyes. This was the most lucid she had been since she was shot. She squinted as the bright white lights blinded her, and sudden noise flooded her senses. There was pain, so much pain. She whimpered as the darkness took her again. The surgeon looked up as her patient was wheeled into the room. Everyone was shouting. It didn't look good, the bullet was close to her heart. She sighed and got to work.
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Morgan opened his eyes, vision slightly blurry. He blinked and looked around. The interior of the car was destroyed, bent metal, shattered glass, blood matted blonde hair… JJ! He gasped as what happened earlier came back to him. He knew he couldn't be badly hurt, but his head was killing him. He was more worried about JJ. She had a head wound that was bleeding profusely from where her skull connected with the window. He leaned over, releasing himself from his seatbelt. He was now able to move freely and got closer to JJ. He checked her over, noting that she might have a few cracked ribs in addition to her head wound, some scrapes, and bruises.
"JJ." He said, his voice hoarse. She didn't stir. "Jennifer." He said, louder this time. She moaned and mumbled something incoherent. Red and blue lights were now flashing outside and Morgan sighed in relief. A paramedic looked in with a flashlight.
"Hello?" He asked.
"In here. We're FBI, my partner is injured." Morgan said. JJ's side door was opened- or, more accurately pried off. Her seatbelt was cut and she was loaded onto a stretcher. The same procedure was followed with Morgan soon after and they were both on the way to the hospital.
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Rossi looked around and noticed that everything was on fire. That's strange. He thought. Then everything came back to him and he sat up abruptly. Aaron was laying a few feet away from him, unconscious. He thought it was strange that he was completely uninjured, maybe a little sore, but otherwise fine. He knelt next to the younger man, checking first for a puls. He let out a sigh of relief when he found one, strong and steady. There were no apparent injuries, so why wasn't he awake? Rossi tapped his face lightly, and his brow furrowed slightly. Rossi shook his shoulder.
"Aaron. Wake up." He said. His ears were ringing loudly. Aaron mumbled something and opened his eyes. It took a moment for them to focus, and he remembered what happened.
"Are you okay?" Hotch asked, sitting up swiftly. He regretted it immediately when his head spun.
"I'm fine. What's wrong, where does it hurt?" Rossi asked, assuming that the wince was from pain. Hotch shook his head.
"I wasn't hurt. I expended too much energy too fast." He explained. There were no other people around and Hotch knew that anyone who had been in that bar was surely dead. Hell, they would have been dead if Hotch couldn't create shields. Well, Rossi could have phased to avoid injury but that wouldn't have done much for Hotch. There were sirens in the distance and Hotch hoped that they got there soon.
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Reid opened his heavy eyes when he heard someone talk to him. He looked up and into the face of a concerned looking woman. She was on the phone with someone.
"He's awake." She told the person on the other end. She listened for a moment. "What's your name?" She asked. He opened his mouth to say something and coughed up blood. Her eyes widened.
"Poison." He coughed out.
"You were poisoned?" She asked and he nodded. That was what he had deduced, at least. She repeated it to the person on the other end.
"FBI." He coughed up more blood. He knew he would die soon if he didn't get medical attention. He lifted a too heavy arm to grab his badge out of his pocket. He clumsily handed it to her.
"His name is Dr. Spencer Reid, he's an FBI agent." She told the person, who he was assuming was a 911 dispatcher. There were sirens now approaching and he was tempted to let himself drift off. "Hey, hey, Spencer, look at me." She said. He wasn't even aware he let his eyes close. He looked at her and she smiled. She had dark hair and blueish green eyes. He skin was pale and she was very attractive. He could now see the lights that came with the ambulance. Spots danced in front of his eyes once again and he was pulled into oblivion. For once, he welcomed the inherent absence of light.
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Gideon pulled up near the barricades of Prentiss's apartment building. The fire was still blazing and it made him sick to his stomach. Getting out of the car, he scanned the crowd with his eyes. He didn't see her and his heart dropped. Did she fall? How hurt was she? He was then struck with an idea. He looked back at the building and really looked.
And there she was, clawing her way down. She was making really good time, actually, and he wondered if this was her first time trying to scale a building. He flashed his badge at the police officers at the barricade and make his way through when she was almost to the ground. She dropped the few remaining feet and landed ungracefully with a thud. She groaned.
"I'm impressed. Do you rock climb?" He asked and she glared at him. She was sweaty and tired.
"Yes." She said, deadpan. He figured she did, not many people could do that, even with claws. She unzipped her jacket and just starred when her cat jumped out.
"Don't tell me that's why you wouldn't shift into a bird." He said, disbelief coloring his tone. She ran a hand over her ponytail.
"He saved my life. It's the least I could do," she told him defensively as said cat crawled back into her lap. She pet him, murmuring thing like 'Good job, Serg.' and 'Such a handsome boy.' as she leaned back against the wall. Gideon would never understand.
A/N: So, everyone's okay... ish. Thank you to everyone who has reviewed, followed, and favorited! You guys are awesome!