It had been hours since David Stephen Rossi had been rushed into surgery and the odds were very much against him. It was extremely unlikely he would make it through the night or even off the operation table. The sepsis had set in and started taking over, along with the internal bleeding, blood loss and brain trauma. At the very least he would probably loose both legs and have brain damage, along with limited mobility in his right shoulder, at the worst...well he could die. The doctors were doing everything they could for the agent, with only the best of the best on his surgical team but there was only so much that could be done. Dave had already flat lined once in the ambulance and another time on the table, they were unsure if they could bring him back a third time. He was fighting though, even in his current state of unconscious bliss, he was still fighting to live.

The team sat quietly in the waiting room for any word on his condition but none came. Emily paced the floor as she worried non-stop about her partner and friend. David was the glue that held the team together and Emily wasn't sure if she could stay if he didn't come back alright.

Reid stood quietly off to the side, hands shoved in his pockets, staring at the ground deep in thought. Rossi couldn't leave him, not like Gideon and his own father had. Dave had taken Spencer under his wing and sort of adopted him as a surrogate son and Reid had loved him like a mentor and dad. He wasn't sure he could handle loosing David too, it would be the last straw for him to loose Rossi.

Derek sat in the uncomfortable waiting room chair with Pen curled up into him still crying. His face was stern but no one could miss the tear stains on his cheeks as he thought about loosing one of his best friends and a man he grew to think of as a father. Rossi had filled in that role as a dad to him and he didn't want to lose yet another father in the line of duty. He knew it was their job but it was so unbelievably unfair and it felt like his lungs were being squeezed into submission as he struggled to breath.

Pen sat curled up against Morgan, the tears still falling as she thought about poor Rossi in there fighting for his life. Her poor Italian Stallion was so fragile and hurt and it hurt her soul that some one could do this to such a kind and loving man. Not many people got to see the kind, loving, and fun side of him but being on this team she got the privilege of seeing him vulnerable and letting his guard down more than most. She loved the undying trust he placed in their hands each time he laid out his heart and let them see he was hurting.

J.J. stood next to Will, her arms around his waist as she thought about all Dave was and has gone though. Even if he does make it out of all of this, she knew from personal experience that the mental scars would always haunt him. She let the tears run as she thought about the full of life and loving man becoming a shell of his former self. It hurt so much to think that the normally happy and sarcastic agent whom she owed her career to becoming a depressed version of himself. She could still remember the day his lecture had convinced her of joining the Bureau and eventually the BAU.

Matt sat in a chair not far from where Morgan was holding Pen, his head was bowed in prayer. He was praying for his fellow agent, friend and soldier to make it because David Rossi had done so much for him in his life. Most of it he hadn't even known about but never the less he had help Matt. Simmons prayed for his brother in arms to make it through this, the man had made it though hell and back in Vietnam and with this job, he hoped he could do it again.

Luke stood by the coffee machine, a cup of cold crappy coffee in hand as he stare off in to space, too shocked to do much else. Rossi was the one who brought him into the BAU to begin with, he couldn't loose him now. He was just starting to really get close to him and look up to the older agent.

The team stayed in that waiting room for hours until Emily went wide eyed and grabbed her phone calling someone quickly.

"Emily what's up? What's wrong?!" Derek asked his voice betraying his concern and his head shooting up in curiosity.

"Joy! I forgot to call Joy! Her father is in the hospital and might die and she doesn't even know!" Emily said in a panic as the phone continued to ring. Joy finally picked up on the third ring.

"This is Joy Rossi" she answered politely although the tiredness in her voice couldn't be missed.

"Joy, this is Emily. Dave was kidnapped, we found him but he's in the hospital" Emily quickly told the young woman.

"Is he alright?!" Joy asked the concern and panic clear to anyone listening.

"Joy, it's bad. It's...god, they don't know if he's going to make it and there is a good chance he won't" Emily explained her voice a whisper.

She could hear the sobs on the other side of the phone "I'll be there in five hours" she said before hanging up.

Emily collapsed into a chair, fresh tears on her face just as the lead surgeon walked in. His face was grim and brought a fresh wave of tears to Emily's face.

"We did everything we could but I don't think he'll make it through the night. You should all prepare for the worst and say your good byes. He's currently in the ICU and hooked up to a ventilator. We're honestly unsure if he's even all there anymore but if you want we can let you go back one at a time to see him" he explained sadly to the team of profliers huddled pitifully in the waiting room. This was the worst part of his job and he hated every second of having to give people bad news.