A Storm just came Chapter 7: Miscommunication, a criminal minds fanfic

Chapter 6: Miscommunication.

A/N: Chapter 6 is here! We'll finally see Hotch, get a bit more into the story, and actually learn the names of the first three people Anderson had called as they are coming in the Academy, will Dave apologize to Anderson because let's face it he was an a*hole to the poor guy, or will he actually dig an even deeper hole for himself. OMG! Did you saw the episode? It totally blew me away! Well this story is obviously moving a bit slower than the episode and although we might see some of the things that happened in the episode happen here, it's mainly based on Hotch being framed.

Enjoy!

Previously

"Do you think daddy will agree if I ask him for a baby sister or brother?" her breath was caught in her throat and she answered the question before she even thought about it.

"I'm sure he will, in fact you might get one sooner than you think."

Chapter 6

He's been questioned, dragged around and treated like the worst kind of humanity. The once proud and kept together Unit Chief was long gone. He was beaten down, broken and so damn tiered. He didn't care about anything anymore. He didn't care about his reputation, his job, even his life. They had ruined everything. He couldn't even face his son and he hated that the last memory he'll have of him would be being dragged outside of his apartment in cuffs, he hated that the last image of his boy he had was of him crying and straggling against JJ's arms to set himself free. Because he knew, once this was over and he was behind bars he wouldn't stay there for long. He would die, now would it be by his inmates or his own hand he hadn't decided yet, who he was kidding he had decided, one last shred of control he had and he was going to use it. If his life was going to end it was going to do so with his own rules. He'd kill himself…

"Hotchner!" he looks up and sees the case agent again, he fights the need to roll his eyes at the man in front of him, how it's a miracle to him. "Agent Seaton, what a pleasure seeing your lovely face again." His sarcastic tone had even surprised him, Craig Seaton was a 56 years old man, his once blonde hair had started thinking out years ago and he chose to shave them off. His gray eyes were always dull and boring, Hotch had associated with him in the past, after all they all had to face the same boring budget meetings under Strauss for years, he never liked the man though. There was always something slimy about him.

"Make jokes now." His heavy Boston accent made Hotch's stomach turn, there was nothing good he associated with the damn city and the bastard in front of him knew it. It wasn't unknown in the bureau that Seaton hated his living daylights. Oh how much he hated it when Strauss stopped drilling his ass, or even worse when she died and they asked him to take over. Or when Cruz came and they soon became friends. It must have been killing him and Hotch had enough, if the bastard was going to play dirty and use things from his past against him so was he. His previous resign over life overall flew out the window. He wasn't dead yet, he hadn't lost, there was still some fight left in him and if he was going down for something he didn't do he was sure as hell going to drag down as many others as he could with him. In any way he could.

"Always make jokes Craig, you should ask my wife." His face darkened, Craig Seaton you sick bastard, he still wasn't over the fact that Emily blew him off too many times to count in her years in the bureau, and when they finally announced that they are married… oh boy, if looks could kill. "Not that she'll want to be close to you but…" his last comment angered the man in front of him who slammed his hands on the table. It took all of his willpower to not flinch or move away from the loud bang, but he reminded himself that he stared down George Fucking Foyet as he shoot a .44 next to his head, he wasn't going to let a mediocre bastard make him flinch.

"You know, can I call you Craig? I will, when my team is done with you, there won't be a hole deep enough to bury your carrier, you'd wish you never crossed me." The other man's eyes widened and then he snickered in response, "You are not in position to threaten a federal agent Hotchner." Hotch chuckled darkly and raised his eyes slowly till he looked at the man straight in the eyes "I'm not threatening Craig, I'm warning, and it's Agent Hotchner." Hotch used his cuffed hands and pushed the table forward towards the man almost knocking him off his chair.

"You fucking asshole, I'll kill you Hotchner I swear I'll end you." Seaton screamed over his shoulder as he left the questioning room with his hands curled in tight fists. Before he left the room Hotch found it in him and threw one last taunt to the man. "Now who's threatening a federal agent Craig?"

He knew the punch was coming before he even felt it colliding with his face, but it was oh so worth it.

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Penelope run to the door and threw it open, she gasped in relieve when she saw them standing there. "Oh Derek, Savannah, thank you so much!" she hugged them both tightly and led them inside. "Emily is sleeping inside with the kids. Jack's keep having nightmares and JJ called I need to go back to the BAU but I don't want to leave Emily alone, I didn't know who else to call, I don't trust anyone else that much." Derek threw his arms around her hugging her close "Hey, baby girl, baby girl, relax, go to the BAU, work your magic, we'll stay here and when Princess and the kids wake up we'll get them to our house." Penelope just then noticed that her baby chocolate thunder was nowhere "Chocolate thunder where is my baby prince?" Savannah smiled at Penelope's nickname of her son. She was truly, as Derek described her, the light in the team's darkness. She'll never grow tired of her happy demeanor and helping nature. "Baby girl, my mama is here and she's staying with him, what kind of father you think I am?" he joked; she knew he did but that didn't stop the tears falling from her eyes. "Hey baby girl, get ready and go to work, they need you and more important Hotch needs you. So listen, you go to the BAU and you sent back here a file for me and Emily to go through, alright? You help Hotch from your side we'll help him from ours." She nodded in his chest and leaned back to wipe some of her tears. "Thank you Barbie, Ken." Savannah couldn't keep her laugh back this time as Penelope left the room dropping a soft kiss on hers and Derek's cheeks.

Penelope left the house and Derek with Savannah settled in the couch, she leaned towards him and he wrapped his arms around her shoulder. They both knew that they wouldn't turn their back on the BAU, they did, and none of them was actually sorry for being here. There weren't that many people in the world that got them quite as well as these people in this unit, these crazy people that became Derek's family and accepted Savannah as one of their own from day one. They were, as Derek explained it to her, a family from different bloodlines. It didn't matter, not in the end, families after all weren't about the blood but about the love and respect between its members, and they loved and respected each other too much.

"Morgan?" Derek got up from the couch and looked straight into the face of a sleepy Emily Prentiss, her white dress shirt got un-tucked from her gray pants, her feet were bare, her hair a mess. What he noticed the most though was the rings in her left hand. "Woa, woa princess what's that thing there." He joked nodding towards her finger she looked down at her fingers and smiled at the blue green square sapphire, white gold ring she wore. The thin band in which the ring was sitting had small Swarovski crystals and the sapphire was surrounded by little diamonds. "You should have got Hotch with you when you looked for rings. Actually I'm putting a petition to the next family meeting we'll have, Hotch needs to come with you boys the next time you are looking for jewelry!" Emily laughed at Savannah's comment, she walked to Emily "May I?" she asked taking her hand in her hands, "Oh gosh, Derek it even matches her wedding band. Wait I thought you and Hotch got married in Vegas." Emily felt the heat raising in her cheeks, it wasn't a secret how they got married, the whole let's be spontaneous thing they had going on that night, probably for the first time in their lives till then, wasn't a secret any more. They've been teased and made fun of because of that, especially in the last year the team knew they were back together why too much. "Yeah we did, Aaron had the ring custom made to fit the wedding bands we got from Vegas." Her eyebrows raised so high that almost were hidden by her hairline. "Hear that Derek, your unit chief just schooled you all." Derek chuckled and shakes his head

"Insufferable." He murmured while walking to the kitchen...

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JJ liked Mateo Cruz, for most people he was Matt, or Cruz, for her though since the first week she met him had been and always will be Mattie. This nickname drives him absolutely mental, he freaking hates it, and still she is the only one that can use it.

So when she walked towards his office holding a bag of Chinese and a bottle of their favorite wine it wasn't a sign that anyone would question. It wasn't even out of place, every once and a while someone from Alpha team, mostly JJ or Penelope would bring the man dinner because he, alongside with Hotch wouldn't know when to leave and get some dinner on their own.

She walked into the outer office and noticed his assistant had left for the day, poor guy Matt was working him to the ground these days, with everything that was going on though it was to be expected.

"He doesn't know that you initiated it."JJ froze in her spot, she leaned towards the door more and tried to listen more carefully at the talk, it was wrong she knew it, it wasn't right and she shouldn't do it, but it was also like a train wreck, you know its coming and you just can't look away.

"Rossi knowing can blow everything up, he is good, he'll figure it out that we are involved, damn it Grant! Did they make contact with you again?" she took a step back and used her free hand to cover her mouth as a gasp was coming out. Anderson and Matt were involved in something, something that Matt had initiated, she felt her heart raising, she prayed for the first time in months for this to have nothing to do with Hotch.

Anderson said something but she couldn't really hear him, damn his whispering

"Hm, are they informed on the Hotch situation?" JJ bit down on the hand she had on her mouth, she felt the tears raising and some even falling, she tried to will herself to not come to a hasty conclusion since Matt could just be trying to help Hotch and didn't want to have anyone know it, her brain tried to rationalize, he could be fired if he was caught trying to help a suspect openly.

"Not entirely, it wasn't safe to do so over the phone, in this damn building even the walls have ears. No privacy." She heard Anderson joke and Matt laughed along. The tears she was trying to hold back rolled down her face.

"It's a mess, Hotch getting arrested, the whole programming when straight to hell, the higher ups are asking for a head on a silver platter and honestly I'm thinking of offering them his." JJ's eyes widened, she couldn't believe how much Mateo Cruz had fooled her, she trusted him, she believe him, she even made him the godfather of her son!

"Yeah, that bastard needs to be taught a lesson!" she left the room running as soon as she was away she threw the bag with the food and the bottle of wine in the nearest trashcan and kept walking to the BAU she needed to tell the others what she heard.

Their Section Chief was the one who sent Hotch in jail!

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Everything in the situation he was in screamed danger, danger, danger! With bright red letters and lights around too, but here he was sitting in his boss's office being offered a drink, (was he even supposed to keep those here?), and he was completely calm. He drank his drink, they both did in silence and Anderson's brain decided it was a good time to remind him of Cruz's connections, what if he had slipped him some sort of truth serum? His entire short and young carrier passed in front of his eyes.

"Grant, you are not here as an agent and I'm not here as your boss. A good friend of both of us is right now in a holding cell in this very same building, he is being questioned and from what I've heard physically abused as well, how's the alpha team going? Is anyone on to you? Do they know?" yeah well, conspiring with your boss to get the help your somewhat family needed and at the same time giving them the best gift of their lives wasn't as stress free as Anderson made it look.

"I snapped at agent Rossi and I mentioned that I am getting hands on deck, but he doesn't know that you initiated it." Matt grimaced

"Rossi knowing can blow everything up, he is good, he'll figure it out that we are involved, damn it Grant! Did they make contact with you again?"

"No, but there was a terrible accident on I-95 and they'll probably stuck there."

"Hm, are they informed on the Hotch situation?" Anderson nodded "Not entirely, it wasn't safe to do so over the phone, in this damn building even the walls have ears. No privacy!" Anderson joked laughing and Matt followed along. It was empty hollow, lacked the normal happiness, and how could he find it? Everything was a mess. He placed the glass on the table and leaned forward to Grant. "Do you know what the worst thing in this whole mess is? Craig Seaton!" he kept his voice down, Anderson was right even the walls in this building have ears.

"Everything it's a mess, Hotch getting arrested, the whole programming when straight to hell, the higher ups are asking for a head on a silver platter and honestly I'm thinking of offering them his." Anderson nodded, from times to times he wondered if the Unit Chief from counterterrorism had anyone who liked him. He was an ass to everyone, rude, disrespectful; always trying to tear the BAU down and from what he had heard not just the BAU.

"Yeah, that bastard needs to be taught a lesson!" Anderson froze, "Sorry." Matt was ready to answer but heard the sound of heels running outside his office "Did you hear that?"

"No." Anderson looked puzzled he hadn't heard anything strange "I heard heels, familiar heels." Matt sat down on his chair again. The younger man looked at his boss and signed "Sleep deprivation, maybe you should crash in the couch." Matt chuckled darkly, "Tried that, failed. Till Hotch is back… I don't think any of us will sleep."

"Hell yeah."

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JJ walked into the bullpen and marched straight up the stairs of the catwalk, at first she had every intention to go to the conference room and inform the rest on what she heard from Mat… Cruz, he wasn't Matt or Mattie anymore he had lost that right, but when she saw the dark office in front of her she couldn't take a step forward. She couldn't remember a time when Hotch's office was ever dark, the man seemed to be living in there. She placed her hand on the knob and walked in, a familiar scent surrounded her, she walked to the desk and softly run her fingers on the leather back of the chair. She looked around, pictures of Jack, Emily and the team were everywhere around her, on his desk a picture of Emily and Jack sat right in front his direct sight from where he was doing his paperwork. She smiled and sat down on his chair, it smelt just like him, it was familiar and soothing, just like back when she was a kid and she would run to her father for a hug. Right now she felt just as safe.

It was silent at first, she didn't even move from the spot, didn't want to disturb anything from how he had left it two days ago. But then she felt something wet hit her hands which she had placed on her lap and she froze, looking around her she couldn't find the source of the liquid took her a while to understand that it was her… she was crying.

"Mio Angelo?" she looked up not bothering to whip the tears from running down her eyes.

"Dave?"

"What's the problem cara." he asked walking towards her and sat down on the chair he had claimed as his own he reached over and took her hands in his.

"I went to get dinner with Matt and when I got there I heard him talking to someone, I know I shouldn't listen but I heard your name and I couldn't stop it. I … Dave I think Matt had something to do with Hotch's arrest."

The two of them sat there for an hour, JJ told him everything and Dave felt the blood boiling in his veins. His gut was right; Anderson was up to something after all, but Cruz too? The sick bastard had made them trust him and now he was going to pay for this.

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When Kate got to the sixth floor it was as if nothing had changed. The same feeling she had a year ago was still there. She felt the familiarity; it was almost like coming home. She missed this place; she missed it almost too much.

"Kate?" she turned her head and came face to face with Reid "Spencer!" she hugged him tightly and was surprised when the younger man wrapped his arms around her waist.

"How's your little man?" he asked when they pulled apart.

"He is adorable, I've got pictures if you're interested." She winked at him and a small smile grazed his lips.

"I'd love to, but we've got a situation, maybe another time."

"Oh, Spencer, I know. Why do you think I'm here?"

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Alex never thought she'll enter the building again, but here she was, she paid the driver and bolted out of the cab as fast as she could. Walking to the front door, looking around it took her some time to find Marvin, the security guy and walk to him "Hey Marvin!"

"Agent Blake, good to have you back!" she smiled and wondered why she didn't correct him.

"Good to be back Marvin, can you set me up with a visitor's badge?"

"Sure, but I need someone to vouch for you, sorry rules." Alex smiled sympathetically.

"Don't worry Marvin, chief Cruz asked me, I'm sure he'll vouch for me."

"Good, I'm giving him a call, and I'll have you ready in about ten, take a seat." Alex thanked the man and walked to some chairs placed on the other side of the room next to a water cooler. Everything about this building was familiar; everything was easy, even watching the dismembered bodies of innocent people. Everything was what Harvard wasn't.

"Agent Blake! You are ready!" Alex was startled; apparently when a Section Chief calls you are cleared a bit faster. She got up and walked to the desk, taking the badge from Marvin, "Oh and Chief Cruz said that he wants to talk to you first." She nodded and walked to the elevators.

It was a long ride to the sixth floor, one that gave her a lot time to think, she needed that, Anderson didn't really gave her any information on what was going on, other than that Hotch was in trouble. She really hoped they weren't messing with her, she wouldn't be too kind to them if they dragged her all the way from Boston for nothing. She got off the elevator and almost crashed on Dave, oh how much she had missed him.

"Dave!" he looked startled to see her there.

"Alex? What are you doing here?" the hard lines on his face smothered some and something that resembled a smile reached his face. "I heard about Hotch being in trouble and I thought I could help."

"That's really nice of you. Who informed you?" something in his voice changed and Alex tried to figure out why "Anderson did, in fact I am a bit baffled why you or someone else from the team didn't call me." Something flashed in Dave's eyes, "Oh, so Anderson called you."

"Yeah, and I have to go see Cruz now. So we can chat later." She hesitantly turned to leave, something had changed in Dave and that something was scarring her. Why wouldn't he call her? They needed help to prove Hotch was innocent after all. Why was he acting that strange against Anderson and Cruz? They were trying to help Hotch.

"What a coincidence so do I, why don't I walk you there." He stopped her escape by grapping her arm, it was tight, not tight enough to hurt, but tight enough to actually sent chills down her spine. She smiled awkwardly "Sure why not." They walked the short way to Cruz's office in silence, something in Dave's demeanor was scaring Alex, actually it was scaring her that much that she wondered if maybe Dave didn't want Hotch to be proven innocent.

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"I'm telling you Tara there is something funky with this file!" Penelope had arrived in Quantico in almost record time, she of course broke every single speeding rule but she used her credentials the only time she was stopped claiming that she was needed for an emergency in Quantico, they let her pass. She was in her office for fifteen minutes trying to decrypt the file on Hotch's laptop, the smiling faces of her family on his desktop giving her hope and happiness and strength to keep going.

"What funky?"

"It's… too encrypted for Hotch. He does know some basic encryption, I taught him but this… this is some other level thingy. Not even I have that encryption and I can barely break it."Penelope had reached her limit, this day was driving her up the wall and she couldn't concentrate.

"Hey, take a break, go to the conference room, see what the rest have found, work on something else. Have you thought about letting Kevin take a look at it, maybe all you need is a fresh pair of eyes?" Penelope thought of what Tara said, she nodded her head "You are a genius doctor. Thank you!" Penelope leaned forward and hugged the taller woman in front of her; she buried her head in her shoulder and let a few tears to roll down.

"I better go" she turned and left her office, Tara stayed behind looking around, everything around her radiated happiness and love. Pictures of the team on the walls around her proved exactly how tight knit this family was. She pulled Garcia's char and sat down rubbing her face with her palms and taking a few deep breaths. She was tired and she needed a break too, all of them did.

"Who would have done this? Hotch put away many criminals, any one of them would have done this. But this is a sophisticated attack not everyone could have done this. How the SWAT went there? They could have been asked to conduct the arrest by the counterterrorism unit or they could have been dispatched by 911 operators. If it was the second there could be records of the call. But an inmate couldn't make the call; the number would have been traced. So it has to be someone with connections on the inside, or someone extremely intelligent to have pulled the whole thing off."

"And here you see our resident forensic psychologist losing it!" Tara looked back and noticed Reid standing at the door with a shorter brunette woman. "Shame on you!" she slapped his forearm and they laughed "Hey, I'm Kate Callahan, call me Kate." Tara smiled at the woman and took her hand "Hey, Tara Lewis, nice meeting Kate. Hey look I think I know where to look next. We should check 911 calls, the only way for SWAT to show up so fast in his apartment especially if they were watching him for months is for someone to have called in making them think that he was going to detonate the bomb soon." Spencer nodded and looked at Kate "I think she's right. I'll get Garcia to check the calls." With that he left the room leaving the two women behind.

"How are settling in the BAU?" Kate asked, she usually was quite quick to make friends but usually she didn't look up to the people she met. "Ok, I'm sorry I have to say it. I read some of your papers, I love you!"

The laugh the two of them left was clenching, they both needed that, they laughed till laugh turned to tears and tears to sobs. It was exactly what they needed right now and the tears running down their faces, some from laughing, some from the anger and some from the pain and grieve were what clenched their souls.

They had just gotten their breaths back to normal when they heard the loud screams coming from the direction of Cruz's office…

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"Oh, why don't you walk in first, I can wait." Dave said, he smiled, showing his teeth in a manner that Alex could only describe as threatening.

"Alright, I'll see you later David." He watched her entering the office and waited for the door to close behind her before he leaned towards the wood and tried to hear with his own ears what JJ told him.

"Are you sleeping?"

"Wha... where am I." the man groaned and Dave heard the ruffling of the blanket he used. The blood in his veins boiled, they all were working themselves to the ground and he stayed in his office sleeping

"I'm glad you made it here that fast. Let's move to the desk. It's a mess here." He heard him chuckling, he wanted to barge in and rip his head off.

"Of course, let's" he heard their steps through the room walking from the couch he had placed next to the door to the desk on the other side of the room where his desk was.

"I suppose you heard about Hotch being in trouble. It's a little deeper than that. He was arrested, I need your help."

"Help on what?"Dave was ready to barge in his anger had reached another level, he felt veins pulsing the sound of his blood pumping through them deafened him so much that he lost part of what Matt said, what he did heard though had him almost ripping the door off of its hinges.

"Prove his guilt." The wooden door slammed to the wall causing a few of the frames Matt had to fall on the floor. He immediately got up from his chair and his right hand reached to his holster, a move that didn't go unnoticed by Dave, Alex got up too, looking at Dave shocked, what the hell was going on in this building?

Dave took his gun out and pointed it to the section chief "YOU BASTARD!" he roared. Matt dropped his hand from his holster and raised them up

"Dave, what's going on? Please drop the gun; you don't want to do this. I'm your friend." Every reasoning Matt had tried fell on deaf ears.

"Friend!" Dave snickered "That's why you got Hotch arrested?"

"What? You think I had something to do with this."Matt was shocked, he shake his head in disbelieve "Who told you that?"

"JJ, You ASSHOLE, the woman you PLAYED, MAKING HER THINK YOU WERE A FRIEND. Remember JJ? How about her son? Michael who's gonna grow up knowing that one of his godfathers was a TRAITOROUS BASTARD! Not that you care of course." Matt opened his mouth to tell Dave what he was doing, maybe Anderson was right they shouldn't keep it a secret.

"Dave, please."

"NO! I don't wanna hear your excuses you son of a bitch! I just want to see you rot in jail!"

"I do." Dave turned and saw JJ standing by the door, the dried tears on her face visible, mascara lines on her cheeks, "I want to hear why he would do this."

"I wouldn't! Why do you think Alex is here, what do you think I'm doing here all day? Anderson and I are trying to get people here to help you and make the DOJ see that you need more hands. I've been trying for months to get the extra money to establish a second alpha team and now that Hotch is a suspect it all went to hell, I had to force their hands."

"He is right you know."

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Alex walked into the office trying to shake off the feeling she had that something was terribly wrong with Dave, knowing the love Dave had for Hotch, seeing the younger man as his son, she didn't want to believe that he would be anyway involved in this, whatever this might have been.

"Are you sleeping?" Alex saw the man snoozing in the couch; he had dragged an orange blanket to his neck and was wearing something fuzzy and purple beneath it.

"Wha... where am I." the man was startled awake for the second time in a day, he looked around him taking him a few minutes to realize that he was indeed still in his office, and judging by the fact that he was startled awake by Alex Blake and not JJ or Penelope this whole nightmare wasn't just a nightmare. "Oh nuts!" a mischievous smile appeared on Alex's lips, she seriously considered teasing him about swearing first thing after waking up but seeing the state of the man in front of her stopped her. His once perfect ironed suit was now wrinkled, it's been hours since he ditched the jacket and his tie was hanging from his chair for about an hour. His light blue shirt had stains from sweat and something else (possible tears, Alex mussed), his hair were sticking right and left, his eyes glossy, he looked thinner than she remembered him, he had black circles under his eyes, and his skin had an unhealthy pale tone.

"Forgive me, it's… it's been a tough few months… year." He got up taking few unsteady steps.

"I'm glad you made it here that fast. Let's move to the desk. It's a mess here."

"Of course, let's"

He walked slowly to his desk, Alex following him, and dropped on his chair. He closed his eyes rubbing his hands over his face trying to rid his brain from the last traces of sleep. The once strong man seemed to be losing his strength

"I suppose you heard about Hotch being in trouble. It's a little deeper than that. He was arrested, I need your help." His voice was steadier than it was a few minutes ago. He had opened his eyes, his black eyes captured her brown.

"Help on what?" he leaned forward towards her, "I think I know who might have done it and the rumor has it that there is a broader plan." He was whispering, trying to remember Anderson's advice about even the walls of this place having ears.

"And you need me to…"

"Help us prove his guilt." The wooden door slammed to the wall and Matt saw the framed pictures he had with the team fall and crash on the ground. He immediately got up from his chair and his right hand reached to his holster, it was almost instinctive and in his state of hyper vigilance it wasn't that weird that this was his first move, Alex got up too, looking at Dave shocked, what the hell was going on in this building, had everyone gone mental?

Matt saw Dave taking out his gun and he found himself starring at the barrel of the gun of a man he thought was a friend. "YOU BASTARD!" he roared. Matt's hand left his holster and he immediately raised them up, this has to be some sort of mistake.

"Dave, what's going on? Please drop the gun; you don't want to do this. I'm your friend." Every reasoning Matt had tried fell on deaf ears. He knew that, he knew it by the way Dave's hold on the gun got tighter.

"Friend!" Dave snickered "That's why you got Hotch arrested?"

"What? You think I had something to do with this."Matt was shocked, he shake his head in disbelieve "Who told you that?"

"Dave, please."

"NO! I don't wanna hear your excuses you son of a bitch! I just want to see you rot in jail!" He took a few steps back, shocked by the anger and resentment on the other man's voice.

"I do." Dave turned and saw JJ standing by the door, the dried tears on her face visible, mascara lines on her cheeks, Matt felt his heart shattering, his actions had caused this, him with his secrecy. "I want to hear why he would do this."

"He is right you know." All heads turned to the door and he was never gladder to see Kate Callahan in his life.

"What?" Dave snickered

"He is right, Anderson called me and told me that Hotch was in trouble and Chief wanted all hands on deck, as soon as possible, dropped everything and here I am."

"I'm not the one who betrayed Hotch. I don't what you heard, but the only thing I'm guilty of is not telling you guys, but I didn't want you to worry about that. I'm sorry." Matt lowered his hands and dropped back on his chair, he was exhausted, his stomach was grouching and he just wished he wouldn't retch in front of them. Everyone stayed there shocked, they were all tired and till now they hadn't seen just how much that was distracting them. Matt felt cold sweat dampening the back of his shirt. Some drops fell from his forehead on his hands which felt like ice. He felt his heart beating harder and reached his left hand to his neck noticing his elevated heartbeats. He thought he heard JJ call his name but his eyes couldn't focus on anything, he looked around trying to grasp on reality but he couldn't focus, white spots appeared in his vision and as much as he tried to speak he couldn't since his dry throat was constricting. He barely managed to whisper "I'm sorry" before he finally succumbed to the so welcomed darkness.

When JJ saw him trying to get up and his hand slipping on the hand rest and falling motionless on his side she knew something was seriously wrong, Matt was usually so full of fight that his whole body would vibrate from the power and strength he would radiate to the room. He was a fighter, a true fighter. Seeing the paleness of his mouth and the beads of sweet falling down his forehead was a punch in the gut. She run to his side, her hand immediately clutching his, the skin of his palm felt dry and it was limp, barely managing to keep a grip on her fingers. Her other arm went around his shoulders, "Matt." She whispered his name, her hand clutching his upper arm, she leaned forward and kissed his forehead, "He's running a fever, call an ambulance." She said to Dave who left the room phone in hand. "Matt… Mattie, hey don't close your eyes, you hear me?" she tightened the hold she had on him but she got no answer from the shaking man. The only thing she heard him whisper was a soft "I'm sorry" and she felt as if he ripped her heart out with it.

A/N: That's it chapter 6 is done! I loved-loved-loved the finale although completely different from what I would like to see, it was though exactly what I expected it to be. The episode was gold kept me on the edge of my seat throughout. I hoped you enjoyed the episode let me know what you are thinking. Also you can find me on tumblr too on criminalmindsbauagent . tumblr . com it would mean a lot to me if you'd check the blog out. thank you for reading, please leave a review, they always make my day.

Till next time, bye!

Of course there is a sneak peak!

Emily walked to the pharmacy next door, Jack was still sleeping, so was Henry, she was glad that none of them had woken up at night, not even when she got out of the bed. She let Derek and Savannah back in Penelope's apartment and found the closest pharmacy she could find. This would be her tenth since she first noticed she was late. Nine tests so far and five came back positive, four negative, four stab wounds to her heart, five heartbeats skipped. This would be her tenth (probably eleventh, twelfth and thirteenth maybe fourteenth too). She was going to get her answers… there would be no more wondering.