I know, it has been forever, you guys have probably forgotten all about this by now and I'm very sorry. The only excuse I have is that I just got lost. I couldn't figure out what to do with this. I didn't want to just drop it, but I couldn't figure out how to get to the ending. I only hope a few of you are still out there and will let me know. Please review, even if it's just to berate me for leaving you hanging for 7 months...

Gideon's vision was fading, bright spots sparkling around the edges. The pain in his head was getting unbearable, but anything was better than just sitting there watching what this man was doing to Hotch. As he was about to slam it again for the sixth time, when he heard a shout. His first thought was that it was Hotch, but he instantly knew it wasn't. A female voice, from the other room. Teri…

"Help! Please, someone help! He's dying!"

Doc dropped the scalpel and cursed. He started for the door, and paused for a second to turn back to his captives. "Be right back," he promised, sounding like a business associate rather than their torturer. Then he ran back to the other room to where Teri was screaming from.

The girl was struggling frantically in her bonds, blood trailing down to her arms and lubricating the tape somewhat. Trevor was slumped over in his chair, very pale, sweat pouring off him. "What happened?" He demanded, in full doctor mode.

"His sugar! He hasn't eaten! Doc, you know he's diabetic!"

He stared at the girl for a moment. "No. No, I didn't. Why didn't either of you tell me?" He pulled a Swiss Army knife from his pocket and sliced through the sweat-coated tape and pulled the unconscious young man from the chair, laying him gently in the floor.

Teri watched closely. "He didn't want people to know. He didn't want to seem weak. Trying to prove himself, you know. I thought he told you." She watched as he checked for a pulse, first in the wrist, then in his neck. That wasn't good. "Doc, help him. Please!"

Grabbing an orange bag, he glanced at the monitor. Sinus bradycardia. Not good. "I'm doing my best. Gotta get an IV. I know you have some fluids here somewhere…" He dug frantically in Teri's medic bag, which he had grabbed from the truck when he had forced her into the crash. "Where are they?"

"Let me loose! I'll help you. He needs both of us!" She pleaded. "It's just like that diabetic Trevor and I brought in last month. She needed all three sets of hands, and she still died. Don't let my brother die!" she sobbed. "Let me help! I won't run away, I swear. You know I won't leave Trevor. You know it, Doc!"

He paused only a fraction of a second, then got to his feet. He very quickly sliced through tape holding her and helped her to her feet. As severely wounded as she was, she stumbled to her brother's side. Promptly grabbing the IV fluids from her bag, she spiked the line and got it ready as Doc tried to find a site. She grabbed the other hand and looked for the vein she knew was there. He had been her practice dummy through paramedic class. "I got it!" She said. "Give me a 14 gauge."

As if they were back in the ER the three of them had called home for the last six months, he placed the needle in her hand. "Tape," she instructed. "And get the D50."

"I'm the doctor!" He said with a smile. "Aren't I supposed to give the orders?"

Forgetting the last 24 hours completely, she fell back into the routine banter she had shared with this man. "We're on the floor. This is paramedic territory. Line's in. D50."

He had popped the large syringe together and handed it to her, but they were interrupted by the beeping from the monitor. "V-tach!" Doc yelled, grabbing the paddles from the Life-Pak. "Clear?" he asked, and Teri pulled her hands back as her brother's body jerked violently under the current. "Damn, flatline! Kid, start CPR!"

Teri threw herself into the familiar motions of manually circulating blood through Trevor as Doc fumbled with another syringe. "Epi in," he said more to himself through the routine of working the code, but Teri checked her watch anyway. "19:43."

He got another syringe, and repeated the procedure. "Atropine in. 19:44"

Tears continued to flow from Teri's eyes. "Doc, we gotta call for an ambulance. We can't do this."

He looked away and grabbed another syringe. "We can do this. D50 in. 19:45. Keep going, circulate the sugar. Do you want to intubate him or should I?"

The reality of the situation finally sunk in to her. "You're insane! This is Trevor! We have to get him help! You did this to him!" She could barely restrain herself from choking him with her bare hands. She might have done it if her hands hadn't been busy. He was ventilating the young sheriff with the bag-valve mask from her bag as she continued chest compressions.

"He'll come out of it, just keep going. He'll be fine."

Pure hatred shot through her eyes, but she didn't pause in trying to save her brother's life. "More epi," she said, rather than letting go with what she wanted to.

Just as he reached for the syringe, the door busted open. Morgan and Reid burst in, guns drawn. "FBI! Nobody move!"

They took in the scene, Doc holding the second dose of Epinephrine, and Morgan yelled, "Drop it!"

Teri growled at them. "Put the guns down! He's trying to help Trevor! Go check on Gideon and Hotch. And call a freakin' ambulance!"

Morgan and Reid exchanged a confused glance. "But we thought- I mean, didn't he…"

Teri was in determined paramedic mode, and didn't have the patience to explain. "Yes, he did. Yes, he is your unsub, he's the killer. But right now he's a doctor and he's trying to help me save my brother. If he does, I may arrest him instead of killing him right here. Now stop messing around and call the damn ambulance!"

They finally lowered their guns. "Uh…" Reid started to ask, but Morgan beat him to it. "I got this. You go check on Hotch and Gideon."

"They're in the back!" Doc called, almost as an afterthought, injecting the epi into the port on the IV. He forced in another two breaths, then put his fingers to Trevor's neck. "I got a pulse!"

Reid jogged back, eyes wide, blood streaked down one side of his face. "We're gonna need at least two ambulances! Maybe more. They're both hurt back there."

Teri looked up from the heart monitor where she had been enjoying the sight of her brother's heartbeat. "Not in Clayton! Best to just get them to the vehicles by now. We can put Trevor in the back of the van, your guys up front. That work?"

Reid nodded, and hurried back to his friends. Morgan pulled out his handcuffs and walked over to Doc. "Robert Newswanger, you're under arrest for murder. Anything you say can and will be used against you…"

He continued to read him his rights until he started to pull him to his feet, then Teri shot him a look that could melt Kryptonite. "What the Hell are you doing?!"

Morgan looked at her like she had lost it. "Um… arresting the murderer?"

"No cuffs!" She exclaimed.

"What?! He's killed 6 people, tortured 4 more. He needs to be transported in a tiny cage in the back of you truck, but I'll settle for what's legal."

Unwilling to leave Trevor's side, even if he was breathing on his own, she glared up at Morgan, daring him to keep protesting. "Right now, he's the only doctor we have. And unless you want to make that count 7 and 3, you'll leave him free to help me!"

Morgan couldn't argue with that, but as bad as he wanted to check on Gideon and Hotch, he wasn't about to leave her alone with him. Though he wasn't sure who's safety he fear for, Teri's of Doc's…