I had some time, so I added two chapters in one day! Be sure to check out chapter 7; some thing that happen here are revealed then!

We're getting to the end; I think I might do a sequel. I dunno; usually my sequels aren't as good as the originals. If you want me to, I'll try. Just let me know with the little icon thingy for reviews at the bottom.

Nothing is mine; it's all CBS and ABC. If I owned Criminal Minds… I dunno, I guess I'd ask to have MGG direct episodes more often (I'm STILL crazy in love with 'Mosley Lane').

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"Griggs is at 2004 Randolph Avenue. I'll call Hotch; you and Aislinn get out."

Reid ended the call, stuffing his phone into his leather satchel as he turned from the edge of the pond where he'd been standing. Glancing around, he didn't see the man whose picture had appeared on his phone during his conversation with Garcia, but Reid knew that he wouldn't be far off….

"Spencer! SPENCER, HELP! PLEASE!"

Aislinn's voice cut the near-silent evening into pieces, and Spencer ran from behind the trees and onto the bridge to see Aislinn… And Griggs, battling each other.

"NO! Let GO!" Aislinn yelled. "SPENCER, HELP ME! PLEASE!"

"Dudley Griggs, FBI!" Reid shouted, drawing his gun and pointing it at Griggs. "Let her go, Griggs."

"I have to help her," he cried. "I need to save her. Look at her, Agent. LOOK AT HER! She's in pain!"

"Mr. Griggs, Aislinn is not in any sort of pain that I can see. She looks like a young woman who is clearly coping after the loss of her father. If anyone here is in pain, Mr. Griggs, it's you."

"NO!" Griggs roared. "I NEED to save her!"

"Save her from what, Mr. Griggs," Reid asked, walking across the bridge, keeping his weapon trained on Griggs. "What do you want to save her from?"

"From the emptiness of losing someone, and the agony of living with it forever!" Griggs pulled harder on Aislinn's arm, and, gasping, she slid closer to him. "Tell me, Agent," Griggs spat. "Have you shot anyone with that weapon? Have you destroyed anyone's family with that gun?"

"I have destroyed no one's family with this gun, Mr. Griggs," Reid said sharply as he descended from the bridge. "But I have shot people, I do not deny that. But only to protect people, innocent people, Mr. Griggs. Just like Aislinn. You don't want to hurt Aislinn, Mr. Griggs."

"I have to save her," Griggs whimpered, and he pulled again. Aislinn flew forward into Grigg's arms, and Reid raised the gun.

A split second later, a series of events unraveled at the same time.

Police cars and federal issue SUV's rolled up next to the wrought-iron fence surrounding the campus grounds, the officers and agents inside them raising weapons and running toward the standoff.

Aislinn recovered her bearings, and, without hesitation, stomped on Griggs' foot, then kicked him in the shin before running in the direction of the chapel.

Dudley Griggs gave chase to the young woman whom he needed to 'save'; he turned and followed her, limping slightly as he gave chase.

Supervisory Special Agent Dr. Spencer Reid glanced over at the line of police cars and federal agents, who were not being joined by Campus Security vans rushing to see if there was anything they could do to help. He looked to see his team coming up the lawn, and he led them to the chapel.

….

Aislinn took the stairs two at a time, looking back to see her pursuer limping after, taking the stairs at a much slower pace. Aislinn ducked into the chapel, running for the back room and the doorway into the old organ loft. Luckily, the door to the organ loft was open, and she ran up the stairs, stumbling a bit when they got a bit steeper. Griggs was right behind her, reaching into his pocket.

Aislinn had a sudden image of a small revolver, like the ones she'd seen on TV during crime shows, but only when Griggs removed from his pocket a small hypodermic needle with a filled syringe, she felt a new terror well up inside her. She knew that whatever was in that syringe, which was most likely morphine, was probably enough to give her an overdose, and possibly kill her.

As a child, Aislinn had hated going to the doctor; in her opinion, it usually meant a shot, and she'd always hated them, mostly for the pain. She was never comfortable with sharp things being close to her; needles didn't help. Being stung by bees at the ages of eight, nine and eleven didn't help it, either, and made her terrified of bees. And she didn't like the look of many of the sharp knives in her mother's kitchen, either.

As she saw the needle, she stumbled, falling against the doorway of the organ balcony and hitting her head against the stone wall. Griggs took this chance to grab her foot, but Aislinn managed to get away, leaving Griggs with her shoe. She scampered backwards, backing up against the wall that made up the railing of the organ balcony.

Griggs tossed the shoe over the railing. It sailed out into the chapel, falling and landing somewhere in the space. Aislinn cringed as it hit the ground, the sound echoing around the space.

"No…" Aislinn whimpered.

"It'll be alright," Griggs said soothingly, kneeling next to Aislinn and setting the needle down on the floor. She closed her eyes when she heard his belt come unbuckled, and whimpered when she felt the leather of said belt wrap around her forearm.

"No," she gasped. "No, please. Don't… I don't want it. Please."

"Shhh… It'll be over soon."

….

"Where are they?" Hotch whispered as they crept into the chapel, guns drawn, checking every pew and every nook and cranny.

Prentiss and Hotch were searching the rows of pews, guns aimed into every pew. JJ had gone down one hallway, toward the student center, while Rossi had made his way toward the administration building.

Morgan, who had joined them after they first arrived on campus, and Reid, were checking the back of the chapel when Morgan saw Aislinn's shoe fly through the air and land in a pew halfway down the back rows of pews.

"They're upstairs!" Reid whispered, and raced for a door that appeared to lead to a balcony halfway up the wall, Morgan following behind him. Hotch and Prentiss stayed below, watching.

Reid and Morgan raced up the stairs, guns drawn, and burst into the old organ balcony. Griggs was kneeling next to Aislinn, a syringe in his hand. A belt was tied around Aislinn's arm, like a tourniquet. Her eyes were scrunched closed, and her lower lip was trembling slightly.

"No," Aislinn gasped. "No, please. Don't… I don't want it. Please."

"Shhh… It'll be over soon." Griggs readied the syringe, whatever was inside it spitting out the end as the air was pushed out.

"No… I don't want it, please…"

Spencer's heart went out to Aislinn; he remembered not wanting it, but still getting it. He didn't want her to go through that…. "Drop it," he hissed, raising the gun and moving slowly toward Griggs, arm outstretched to grab the syringe.

Griggs looked at the two agents and reacted. He grabbed the syringe and jabbed it into Reid's forearm as he advanced toward Griggs. Then, while Reid struggled to pull it out, Griggs jumped from the balcony, Morgan shooting at him. All Morgan's shots went wide.

But then, another shot rang out from below, and Reid caught a glimpse of Griggs' face as he went down. There was a hole in the exact center of his head.

Morgan lowered his gun, and Reid helped Aislinn to her feet. Together, the three of them looked over the balcony at Grigg's prone figure, and Hotch, looking up at them with his usual straight face.

"What?" the Unit Chief said, no sign of a smile on his face. "I was aiming for his leg."

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A/N: I wanted to do that… I've got LDSK in my head. Weird; I'm thinking Season 1, but I was watching Season 4 while writing. Haha…. :D

I'm guessing two, possibly three more chapters. We're winding down, like I said.

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