Maggie clipped the gun onto her pants belt and half dragged the gear to the main van. Morgan laughed at her attempts.

"Don't worry bout it, Mags, there has to be over 20 kilos of computer equipment, courtesy of Garcia." Maggie rolled her eyes.

"So… is Garcia always that…" Maggie trailed off, unable to think of a word that described Garcia's personality. Morgan laughed as he lugged the gear closer to the main van.

"Out there, weird? Choose anyone." Morgan said. Maggie nodded.

"Both." She laughed. Morgan looked at her.

"Yeah, my baby girl is always like that." He said. Maggie glanced at him quickly.

"Your baby girl?" She asked. Morgan sighed.

"Not in that way. When I first met her, I didn't know her name so I just called her baby girl." Morgan explained. He opened the door to the main van and let Maggie pass. Hotch glanced at them briefly before looking back at the screens spread across two tables, which were showing what was happening around the school at every angle.

"Anything change, Hotch?" Morgan asked studying the screen. Maggie stood next to Hotch staring at a separate screen. A sudden movement caught Maggie's attention.

"Hotch?" She asked. Hotch looked over. "Check this out." There was a lot of movement going on behind the closed blinds of a certain room, which was where the gunman was held up. The blinds shot open and the male teacher was shoved against the glass. Hotch checked the time.

"Something has provoked him! He's cracked 4 hours early!" Hotch said frantically. Maggie zoomed in on the picture and got a glimpse of the masked gunman, holding the gun to the teachers head. Maggie saw the gunman open a cell phone, dial something and hold it to the teacher's head.

The phone rang in the van. Hotch put it on speaker.

"Hello?" He asked tentatively. There was frightened breathing on the other line and the sound of the low mutter.

"Is this the FBI?" A scared voice floated over the phone.

"Yes, it is." Hotch answered shortly.

"He wants to know what department." The teacher's voice shook. Hotch quickly looked at a file before answering.

"We're with the Behaviour Analysis Unit, Mr Jones." Hotch replied. There was a short pause with more muttering.

"H-H-He wants to k-know how many of you th-there are." Hotch glanced around the van, taking in the expressions of Morgan, Maggie and Rossi.

"There are four of us here." Hotch told him. There was an angry yell and a yelp.

"N-n-n-no he wants t-t-to know how many of you a-a-re in Las Vegas." Mr Jones stammered. Hotch sighed.

"There are seven of us." Hotch turned to Maggie and muttered.

"Go and see if the sharp shooters have a shot." Maggie nodded.

"Yes sir." She said before quickly walking out of the van. On the phone more unintelligible muttering.

"H-He says you h-have no chance of profiling him a-a-and…. Oh god, please get us out of here!" Mr Jones cried out. A ringing gunshot and the line was cut off. Hotch sighed and leaned back against the table.

"Damn!" Morgan muttered. Rossi laid a hand on Hotch's elbow.

"It wasn't your fault." He murmured. Hotch nodded, still looking unsure.

Maggie quickly turned and looked at the classroom as the gunshot went off.

"Damn it!" She muttered, seeing the red all over the window. Maggie looked next to the red, just before the blind was yanked back down again and was sure she saw the gunman look right at her. Maggie shuddered and went to talk to the sharp shooters.

The shook their heads and said negative no shots. Maggie went back to the van and told Hotch. He nodded and looked back at the screen that showed the blood red window of the classroom.

"I'm sorry Hotch." Maggie said gently. Hotch turned around and gave her a weak smile that turned into a grimace. Maggie walked over and leant on the table next to Rossi.

"He doesn't feel guilty does he? I mean there was nothing he could've done." Maggie murmured to Rossi. Rossi sighed.

"It happens Maggie, you can't save them all." Maggie's eyes went blank for a few seconds, as she was caught in a different time, where another conversation like that was being said.

"Yeah, I've been told." She muttered darkly to herself. Rossi spared her a glance before looking over the files. Morgan came in close to Maggie.

"I'm sorry to ask but when your eyes go blank does that mean you are having flash backs?" Morgan murmured, only for Maggie to hear. Maggie nodded once.

"Some things I see or hear or I'm asked reminds me of…of that day." She whispered. Morgan placed his arm around her shoulder and gave her a weird kind of one handed hug. Maggie smiled weakly. Morgan's phone went off, he let go of Maggie, looked at the caller ID and put it on loud speaker.

"Hey baby girl." Morgan said. "What do you have for us?"

"Well, my sweetums, I have endless footage of a masked nutty gunman walking into the main office building, watching the office ladies duck for cover, then he walks through the corridors shooting into the air, cue screaming, panicking students. He grabs two girls and a teacher and forces them into a room aaannnd shoots out the rooms camera." She finished taking a breath. Morgan frowned.

"Did you get his height or anything like that from the footage?" Hotch asked.

"Why of course baby doll, what do you take me for?" Hotch rolled his eyes as Maggie stifled a laugh.

"Your baddie gunman is 5 ft 9ish." Maggie frowned.

"Garcia, did Reid send you any names of those weirdos that might do something like this to you?" Maggie asked.

"Ah, Mags, nice to hear you, and yes there were 5 names that matched up against the height. I'm checking them out now." Morgan smiled.

"Thanks baby girl, call back when you have them."

"Okay, my sweet cherubs, Garcia out." Detective Morale looked confused.

"Is…uh your tech analysis always like that?" He asked. Rossi nodded.

"Always." He said.

The phone in the van went off again. And once again Hotch put it on loud speaker.

"Hello?" He asked. There was deep breathing coming from the other end of the phone.

"FBI agent?" A deep voice asked. Everyone looked at each other in shock, he was starting to reveal something about himself, by the way he sounded and that he was willing to talk to the BAU.

"Yes, I am." Hotch replied. There was a dark chuckle on the other end.

"Not you, the female one. And I know there is one because I saw her walking around in her flak vest that said FBI." Everyone turned their heads towards Maggie. She looked shocked, so he was looking at her. Hotch nodded, motioning for Maggie to talk. Maggie swallowed and moved closer to the phone.

"Yes?" She asked. There was a sigh of relief on the other line.

"Good, didn't want no tricks played on me or my demands to be pushed aside or this poor little high school girl would have to pay for it." There was a scuffle on the other end, followed by the sound of muffled sobs.

"Is there anything you need?" Maggie asked, pushing the conversation along. Silence.

"Actually yes, I'm ready to negotiate." Rossi, Hotch, Morgan and Maggie exchanged surprised glances. "But…I'm only willing to talk to the female agent." Maggie shrugged.

"Okay, so talk to me then." She said. There was a laugh on the other end.

"Face to Face… you come up here, unarmed, and then I'll be willing to talk." Maggie looked to Hotch.

"That might be a problem." Rossi put over. "We can't send her up there unarmed against someone with a shot gun." Once again there was silence.

"Well," The gunman said coldly. "If you'd rather I kill these pathetic crying girls so be it." Maggie was shocked.

"No! I'll do it." Hotch glared at her. "I'm sorry Hotch, but they can't suffer as…" Maggie trailed off. Hotch sighed.

"Fine. She'll be up there in half and hour." Hotch said.

"Pleasure doing business with you." The gunman laughed. Morgan turned to look at Maggie.

"Girl, are you nuts?!" He all but screamed at her. Maggie rolled her eyes and unclipped her gun, she gave it to Hotch. Morgan turned to Hotch.

"Hotch, man, you are not serious about letting her go?" He asked. Hotch nodded but kept his eyes focused on Maggie.

"She has to do this Morgan, to save these girls." He said gently. Maggie gave a small thankful smile to Hotch. He looked at her with a sort of pride, but before Maggie could fully see it disappeared again. Maggie took a deep breath. Morgan hugged her then Rossi and Hotch hugged her too.

"Do not take the vest off." Morgan said.

"See you later then." She said before she walked out of the van and towards the red brick school building.

10 minutes later she stood outside of the classroom. She knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" A voice growled from inside.

"SSA Maggie Robertson from the BAU." She answered.

"Are you alone? And if you are lying, I have my gun to a girls head, if anyone is with you her brains go flying." He warned.

"I'm alone and unarmed." Maggie responded. The door opened and all Maggie saw before everything went dark was a girl being thrown to the ground and the butt of a shotgun racing toward her head.

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