The End And What It's Worth- Chapter 7

Lost and Found

".........k, so this still isnt a fast update. But im still not too confident about this story Please R&R!"

Penelope Garcia was rushed into the emergency room in downtown D.C. She make out the shape of the man who had brought her here, and could hear the voices of her doctor and a few nurses. She had no idea what had lead her here,though. She was in her office one minute, and being dragged out of it unconscious the next. Everything after that was blank. When she woke up in they alley with graffiti sprayed across the bricks, a stranger was calling 911.

"Can you tell me your name?" the female doctor asked. Garcia nodded.

"Penelope Garcia."

"Are you from D.C.?" she asked. Garcia shook her head. "Then where from?"

"Quantico. I work at the BAU.''

"Are you an agent?"

"I'm not a profiler. I'm the technical analyst." she answered.

"Who's your team leader?"

"Hotch." Garcia knew that the nice doctor wasn't trying to bombard her with all these questions, and that she was just doing it to keep her conscious. For that, she thanked her.

"Who do you want me to contact?"

"Uh....my parents live out of state. Call........." Garcia thought for a moment. Normally, she would say Hotch. But she knew that he wasn't available at the moment. So she would go with second in charge. "Rossi. David Rossi." The doctor nodded.

"I've worked with him before. I used to be a cop when the apartment called in the BAU." she smiled.

"What made you want to become a doctor?" Garcia asked- she was slightly curious at the job change.

"We had a bad case. A lot of kids died. That was when I realized that I wasn't meant to be a cop- I couldn't handle seeing the kids already dead. I wanted to be able to save them BEFORE they died. So I took up a few years as a nurse, and saved money for school. After years of hard work, here I am. Head of Intensive Care and Emergencies." Garcia smiled- glad that someone had managed to be happy around a job full of death and sickness.

"You're head of both?" Garcia asked. The doctor nodded.

"Yes. The Intensive Care head got a better job offer somewhere in Maine, and he took it. We were short a doctor, and when he put in for a new one, no one seemed interested. So I got the job."

"That's nice." Garcia smiled. The doctor smiled back.

"Okay, Ms. Garcia. We're going to get you a room now, and I'm going to take a look at you. Are you sure you have no idea what happened?" she asked. Garcia nodded.

"I have no clue, Dr." The doctor nodded.'

"Okay. Let's start with something simple. I'm going to tap you leg, if it hurts, tell me." Garcia nodded, and the examination began............

Aaron Hotchner was starting to lose consciousness again. The blood loss alone was enough to kill him, and if the bullet wound got infected, he could become deadly sick.

Desperately, Hotch tried calling out for help, but failed miserably. All he had accomplished was losing more of his energy that was already plummeting, and hurt his wound even more. But he knew he had to do something-and fast. If he remembered correctly, he would only have a few short hours before he was dead- roughly about 4 now.

Hotch looked around the basement- trying to find something to help himself with. He got to his feet, and stood still for a few minutes- trying to regain his balance. He cradled his injured arm as he awkwardly moved around the basement. But to his dismay, there was nothing there that could help him.......

The remaining members of the BAU had split up once again. Morgan was with Reid- searching Hotch's neighborhood for witnesses. JJ had set out for the public- making the first announcement about Foyet since his disappearance a few months ago. She was instructed to tell the media about the UnSub, and was asking for any witnesses to contact the police immediately. Although the media that had gathered around to film the press conference had many questions, JJ walked away when she was done- being told to take no questions at this time. Prentiss was with Rossi- going around to the police stations. They were helping with phone lines, building the profile they had made a few months ago again, and releasing it to the police.

When Prentiss and Rossi finished to presentation and answering questions, Rossi's phone rang.

"Rossi." he greeted. "Yes..........okay........no, we're on our way now............thank you............" Rossi hing up, and turned to Prentiss.

"Who was that?" she asked.

"The hospital. They have Garcia. The doctor said she'll be fine fine when the drugs leave her system, but said that she thinks this was Foyet." Prentiss nodded.

"I'll call JJ and Reid on the way there."

As JJ drove away from the city hall, her phone rang. "Hello?..................yes.............thank you, Prentiss. I'm on my way." With that, she took off to the hospital.......

Reid and Morgan had had no luck. "Damn. I just really wish Foyet would slip. Why is it he's the only UnSub we've ever had that we could NEVER catch without assistance, when we're the ones who are suppose to be helping the police?" Morgan asked.

"If our profile's right, Foyet will be that way. He's smart, Morgan. But we're smarter. That's how we caught him the first time." Reid said. Morgan rolled his eyes.

"Rhetorical question,kid.'' Reid frowned.

"Sorry." he mumbled. Just as Morgan and Reid got into the car, Reid's cell phone rang.

"Reid...........okay.....yeah we're pretty close to the hospital........we'll e there soon. Bye Prentiss."

"Why did you say hospital?" Morgan asked- knowing that was never a good sign.

"Garcia's at the hospital. We were right- this is definitely Foyet............"

With that, the two men broke the speed limit as they made a mad dash to the hospital..........

"............ta-da! Hehe. I updated. This is a rare occurrence. Please tell me if anyone seems OOC, and if this sucks. Please R&R!"