A/N: Y'all knew what is coming. I'm really sorry, but it's part of the tale. And for the story, I've strayed a bit from CM canon. But there are some words from "100" that belong to the writers of that episode. *sets out box of tissues*

Chapter 5

Morgan, driving like his own life depended on it, shouted into his mic. "Rapid deployment; where the hell are you? The BAU needs immediate assistance." He repeated the address.

"We're on the way. ETA is less than three minutes out." JJ and Prentiss, in the back seat, both silently brushed tears away, knowing who got the first bullets.

"That's not soon enough," Morgan roared into his com mike.

Rossi looked at Morgan. "You've got to calm down Derek. You are the Unit Chief."

"God damnit Rossi, I just heard those three gun shots and so did you."

Dave burrowed his eyes into Morgan. "All the more reason we need the Unit Chief to be calm." Morgan looked at Rossi. "Derek, I'm sorry. We've lost one. Let's not lose two more." Dave shook his head. "I will not lose those boys." The entire team had full buy in. "But Morgan, Foyet is still in that house." Derek looked at Rossi and floored the vehicle more. Dave re-wrapped his Kevlar, as JJ, Prentiss and Reid did the same in the back seat.

When Zach's feet hit the ground, he simply followed his instincts. He circled around the back, wiping his tears and quietly re-entered the house through the door in the kitchen. He had to get Jack out of Foyet's reach. Just then, he heard the front door crash open. That has to be dad he thought. Zach knew his dad would be thorough enough to search the whole house so he stood motionless by the kitchen sink.

Less than 10 seconds later, Hotch burst through the door. "He's upstairs dad," Zach whispered, "in mom's room. But Jack's upstairs too." Hotch blew by him into the nook to make sure Foyet wasn't there around the corner, having Zach send him on a wild goose chase.

"Flashlight," Hotch commanded in a quiet voice as he walked back by. Zach reached in the drawer, pulled it out and gave it to his dad. "Stay put."

Zach paced in the kitchen. He stopped long enough to try and pour himself a glass of water. The water was shut off. Just then, he heard a series of gunshots, one after the other. As quick as the rounds were fired, he knew it had to be from his dad's weapon. It was followed by a heavy thud on the floor. Less than 20 seconds later, he heard two more shots, followed by a larger one and then a heavy commotion on the steps. It settled for less than two seconds, and then continued downstairs, finally ending up in the dining room outside of the kitchen.

Zach heard his mom's wooden dining room table splinter in the sounds of a massive fight, followed by two blows. Zach was at the door, straining to hear everything. He pushed the door open a crack to hear Foyet telling his dad, "After I kill you," Zach inched out more to see Foyet rising to his feet, pulling his knife out of his back pocket. "I'm going to find those two bastard sons of yours and show them their dead parents…." Zach was already flying at Foyet.

Foyet looked at the charging young man and knew he had trouble. He grabbed one of the table legs that broke off and swung it at Zach as he closed. Zach instinctively threw up his left arm to block the blow. His forearm took the majority of the hit, but the end caught Zach at the corner of his left eye. Zach fell down to his right from the force of the blow and landed on one knee. Zach kept turning on the floor, trying to see his dad.

"Foyet, you stupid idiot, dad saw me three weeks ago." Foyet, about to go at Aaron with his blade, turned square at Zach, seething. That gave Aaron the chance to grab the table leg that Foyet had used on his oldest son, forcefully hitting Foyet in the right leg, knocking him off balance. At the same time, Zach rose from his crouch like a striking cobra and drove his shoulders in Foyet's torso, further knocking him off his feet. He landed into the huge dining room window, the force of Zach's tackle causing his head and shoulders to shatter the glass along the bottom panes. Gravity let the glass above fall. One large piece settled into Foyet's neck, severing the carotid artery on the right side. Blood spurted over the window with each heart beat as George Foyet quickly bled out.

Zach didn't take the time to watch. He looked at his dad. He saw him bleeding around the face. "You OK dad?" Aaron just shook his head and looked at Zach.

"Are you OK," he asked, seeing blood running down his son's left arm and from the gash by his eye.

"I'm fine dad; just get upstairs and get Jack."

"Get in the kitchen and get something on those cuts." Aaron turned to fly up the steps to get Jack. Zach started to head for the kitchen when the door burst open again. Zach froze in his tracks. Dave immediately noticed the blood running down Zach's arm.

"I've got him," Dave said to Morgan and Prentiss, noticing Foyet's lifeless body lying in the window. "Zach, where's your dad?"

"Upstairs, getting Jack," he said, slowly turning. "Uncle Dave, can you help me." Dave reached him in a heartbeat, as Morgan and Prentiss flew up the steps, followed by JJ. Dave got him into the kitchen as Morgan and Prentiss got to the top of the steps, turning right.

JJ went left, finding Hotch lifting Jack out of his hiding spot. She holstered her weapon, standing in the doorway. That was the last thing Jack needed to see. "You did a great job buddy." Hotch wrapped his youngest son in his arms, pulling him out of his hiding spot and silently cried.

As that was transpiring, Morgan and Prentiss entered Haley's room, to see her dead body on the floor. They looked at each other and Prentiss just shook her head at him and left to guide the paramedics up the steps as the sirens of the responders to Morgan's call poured in. Morgan reached down to check for a pulse he knew was not going to be there.

Hotch kissed Jack's cheek and then rubbed his back a bit. "Jack, you remember JJ right?" Jack nodded his head. "I want you to go with her downstairs and find Zach, OK?" Jack just bobbed his again, and reached for JJ. She pulled him into her arms.

Downstairs, a Virginia State trooper just entering the scene saw Dave leading Zach into the kitchen and followed them in. "Agent, I'm a certified first responder; let me help." Zach had already reached into the drawer holding the dish towels and grabbed one to put on his arm. Dave grabbed a second and put it gently to the cut near Zach's eye.

"They need something cold on them."

"There's no ice, and the water is shut off," Zach said, leaning against the sink counter.

"Son, where's the basement?" Zach pointed to the door behind the trooper. He grabbed his flashlight from his belt and headed down. Dave pushed the kitchen faucet handle up to help get the water following. The trooper had it running is less than 30 seconds and dashed back up the steps. He grabbed a third towel, got it soaked, tightly squeezed the towel that Zach was holding around his arm, pulled Zach's hand down, soaked another towel and wrapped it around Zach's right index finger, with a nasty cut and a protruding knuckle that didn't look right. Zach winced as he gently applied the pressure. Dave got the towel he was using in the cold water, squeezed out the excess water and Zach's blood out and re-applied pressure to the cut around Zach's eye.

"Son, you need to sit down," the trooper said. The three of them could hear the house becoming a beehive of activity.

Dave started to guide Zach to the table, but Zach wouldn't move, looking Dave in the eye. "Uncle Dave, where's mom?"

"I don't know Zach. You know I came straight for you."

Zach wouldn't move, his eyes forming tears. "She's dead, isn't she?"

"Zach, I don't…."

"Uncle Dave, dammit, you've always been honest with me."

Dave looked at the trooper and then Zach. "More than likely; please Zach, just sit down." They guided him to the nook table, the trooper getting his left elbow on the table, holding his arm up.

He keyed his mic. "We need medical in the kitchen." Just then, JJ walked in with Jack through the outside kitchen door, sparing him seeing the scene in the dining room. JJ sat Jack in Zach's lap. Jack laid his head on Zach's chest and wrapped his arms around his brother's waist.

"You OK Z-man?"

Zach kissed the top of his brother's head. "Yeah, JP, I'm OK. You did a great job. I'm proud of you."

Jack looked at Dave. "Hi Uncle Dave; missed you."

"Missed you too, pal," Dave smiled weakly, rubbing the top of Jack's head. The State Trooper had already taken control of Zach's left arm. Zach flinched again. JJ reached to rub Zach's shoulder.

Jack leaned his head up to look at his brother. "Zach, I heard a bunch of loud bangs. What was that?"

Zach looked at Dave, then his brother. "Dad will be in here soon. We'll talk about it." Dave nodded his head at Zach and noticed JJ's eyes welling with tears. She was as tough as agent as the rest of them, but at that moment, the mom in her trumped the agent. They all just stood in silence looking at the two boys, as Jack clutched his arms around his brother.

Two paramedics escorted Hotch into the kitchen, followed by Prentiss, Morgan and Reid. He moved to the table and sat down next to Zach. Dave took off his Kevlar, laying it on the table and pulled Jack out of Zach's lap and held him while the team of paramedics worked on the Hotchner's.

Morgan nodded for the rest of the team to leave. Dave handed Morgan his Kevlar as he left. They exited through the kitchen door. When they got to the front lawn, JJ looked at Morgan. "Haley," she simply asked.

Morgan just shook his head. "Three shots to the upper torso at point blank range." Just then, his cell phone pinged. "Hi," is all he said.

"That bad, Derek," Garcia questioned.

"Yeah, that bad, Baby Girl. Haley is dead. Hotch and Zach look like they've been through a war but they're walking wounded. Jack is fine; not a scratch."

"Oh thank God the boys are safe. What happens now Derek?"

"Let's take it one step at a time Mama." Strauss showed up on the scene, driven by Anderson. She walked to the group and Morgan briefed her on the situation.

"Virginia State troopers will be handling the investigation of what happened here. It's their jurisdiction. The Director has already called me. We are to give them our full cooperation. However, there will be an internal Bureau investigation of this whole incident." The group just looked at each other.

About that time, a State Trooper, with Captain's bars on his shoulders, walked up to the group.

He held out his hand to Morgan. "Agent Morgan, sorry to see you again under these circumstances. I'll be leading the investigation." Morgan introduced Strauss to Captain John Murdock, whom they all had worked with before. Morgan knew the investigation would be in the right hands.

As he shook Strauss' hand, he looked at the group. "Although, I must say, by my very preliminary walk through of the crime scene, this is probably going to fall out as a justifiable death case. We'll need to talk to Agent Hotchner and his sons as soon as possible, but I certainly don't want to do that today. They've been through enough."

JJ spoke up. "Captain, Jack was in hiding the whole time of this incident. He doesn't know anything. Our reports will confirm that. Please don't put him through that." Murdock just nodded his head.

"Captain, an internal review of this incident also needs to be conducted by the Bureau. May I suggest we combine our resources, and use our conference room at the BAU?"

"That sounds like a very viable plan, Chief Strauss. I'll talk to you later about the arrangements. As for the team, I just need a copy of their after action reports."

"I'll see that you get them. Who's going to make the notification to Haley's family?"

"Captain," Morgan said. "Do you mind if I do it."

"Not at all Derek," he said.

Prentiss rubbed his arm. "I'll go with you."

"Thank you." Rossi moved to join them; noticing Strauss, he just nodded at her.

"The paramedics are just about done in there. I'm going to drive them to the hospital, so I can help with Jack. Reid, contact Tim Lacey at the New York field office. He runs it now and is a long-time friend of Hotch's. Have him notify Sean, Hotch's brother. Have Tim tell Sean to call me." Reid nodded.

JJ looked at him. "Need some help?"

Dave slightly smiled at her. "That would be appreciated."

Morgan looked at the two of them. "Take the SUV. The rest of us can ride back to the BAU in the car Hotch got from Anderson."

Reid nodded to the corner of the house, as the paramedics were walking out with Hotch, holding Jack, with his other arm around Zach. Rossi looked at JJ. "Once we get them in the SUV, let's give them some time alone. Aaron has to tell Jack about Haley." JJ just nodded and the rest of the group dispersed. Rossi and JJ joined the paramedics.

Dave opened the back left door for Zach, whom one of the paramedics helped get into the vehicle. JJ went around the other side, opened the door and took Jack from Hotch so he could get in. Once he sat, JJ handed Jack back to his dad. Hotch pulled the seat belt around the both of them as the paramedic got Zach buckled in. Rossi and JJ shut the doors and walked the paramedics away.

"We'll follow you," Dave said looking at them, "but we're not leaving right away. A dad needs to talk to his sons." The paramedics just nodded their heads, the lead one touching Dave's arm, nodding, knowing what that father had to tell his sons. The ambulance team walked to their rig in silence. Dave walked to the back and wrapped his arm around JJ's shoulder as they heard Jack starting to cry. JJ put her head on Dave's shoulder. Dave reached up and wiped his own tear.

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