I am sorry to all readers that wanted to read the story's end. I am trying to get this story finished NOW because I am feeling really guilty about abandoning it. So, I hope you all forgive me and continue to read on.

Chapter 17: Hospital Raid

Few minutes Ago...

Hotch heard the power go down. He was still stuck at the bed, tugging the ropes for hours, loosening them. Last night was strange. He heard so many different voices, so many people, literally marching around. And, all this time he was alone. But, he never gave up fighting the ropes. He had to untangle himself. His motivation, his son needed him to be alive. His time, His career that took years of hard work, needed him to be alive. The hungrier he got, the lonelier he felt, the harder he fought the ropes. Who could say that depravation from basic necessities of life makes a person weak? Hotch never felt more strong in life. Maybe, his body knew his end was near and it was time to give everything he had to get the chance to escape.

Hours passed by, his writs bruised open, his blood pooling around him. But the pain only forced him to work harder, faster and break free. His flesh slid harshly against the weakening ropes, now only merely hanging on together. In matter of minutes the rope finally let go and enabled Hotch to sit up. His arms were a bloody mess but they were free. Hotch's sweaty face couldn't hold back the smirk. He rushed to the door keeping him away from freedom, banging it with all the bodily force.

The lab had went silence hours ago. He knew that everyone was gone and he was still trapped inside. He ran back grabbing any furniture from the room and smashing it on the door knob which fell to the door under all the pressure. Hotch slammed the door aside and struggled to run out. The lab was almost empty, random papers scattered across the floor. The journal articles, more like sad stories of new lives, played cruelly by the Professor. Hotch was stepping over the papers to walk to the end of the lab. He felt the weight of so many lives, crushing under him.

He finally entered another lab-like setting. The metal door was locked and there the ticking bomb tick tocked. Hotch couldn't believe at first the flashing light from far. He ran closer and immediately fell back, fear over-whelming him. The digital clock showing 4 minutes and 32 seconds of his life left. Hotch panicked, not knowing how to escape the metal door without ticking off the bomb before time. He was never trained to sustain his life in just 4 minutes. The life that took almost half a century to get here was not at stake.

Hotch rushed around, closing his mind, preparing to break the walls. There was nothing in the room that could help. He looked up, near the ceiling was a small glass window. Hotch ran frantically to climb the counters and cupboards. All this time, the bomb ticked. He threw heavy items from the shelf towards the glass from far and it resisted breaking. He let himself down in search of something heavier, his heart nearly on edge, his life minutes away from ending.

A chair, his saviour. He quickly smashed the glass with the weight and the impact of the metal chair. The small window shone like a bright tunnel towards heaven. Hotch, had no thoughts, just survival. He forced his body out of the window ragging harshly against the concrete. Nothing matter anymore. He had to run away, far, far away from that ticking bomb.

He ran faster than it was possible with the wounds still healing, with his head still spinning, with stomach still empty. He didn't stop, he couldn't. With bare feet he ran in the drowning mud trying to move that building further and further away from himself. But, his ears were not ready to discover that those four minutes were up and the explosion turned the day into night. The radiant powerful pangs of fire erupted in his background. The heated wind engulfed Hotch instantly and he fell. Hotch's vision turned blurry, tears swimming inside without consent.

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The door opened and Morgan nearly jumped on his bed. For an instance, he felt the world was phasing on nothing but his lover. His eyes, those desperate windows to the world, ached badly. Reid, his Spencer was now in front of them. Morgan moaned painfully. His strength was taken away. But, he felt victorious now with just a glance of him. Morgan's gasp followed the next steps of Reid towards the bed. Morgan was clinging to his own heart, knowing it was been squeezed painfully. Now, that he was safe, it had hit him hard. The realization.

"SPENCER!" He whimpered while Reid smiled back moving swiftly. Morgan pulled his arm closer and hugged him instantly. At the doorstep, Emily was taking in the beautiful sight of reunion. It was a little moment of relief before the disaster moved closer.

A nurse ran in the room, literally shoving her aside.

"The gunmen are entering this building! They're on a killing spree! RUN!" She screamed while turning the lights of the room off and unhooking Morgan off the machines. Emily raced out as nurses, doctors, visitors and patients ran wild in the hallways. There were gunshots sounds coming in from far. The security officers on the floor stamped through the crow. Screams and chaos were slowly boiling the hospital into hell. The FBI security officer found Emily and followed her inside. Morgan was getting off the bed and trying to stand while Spencer gave him his shoulder for support. The nurse dropped the equipment on the floor.

"We can use the back stairs for emergency exit" she yelled as the officer too supported Morgan.

"We need to get out!" He added while literally dragging Morgan out of the room. Emily and the nurse rushed out. The security had locked down rooms, trying to hide people while some others just ran off to death.

"What the hell is happening?" Morgan asked in agony while grabbing Spencer's arm.

"The clones are programmed to kill!" Reid explained while panicking. He knew the Hotch's clone was the key to end this. Rossi, back in the interrogation room had other ideas. For now, Rossi, JJ and Garcia were tracking the Professor and Emily Reid were given the task of decoding the clones at hand. It was too much to think in too little time. Hotch was also left in trouble. A SWAT gang was ordered to return to the laboratory.

-It's a short chapter but at least I have started again. Thank u for reading...leave your comments and anger in the reviews...I'll be pleased.