Yay. I got a ton of alerts today! :D Thanks so much. This chapter has Bella, Andrew and normal POVs. Sorry if it's hard to decipher! Now, just to let you know, the picture of Ashley (the inspiration for Bella) will be here soon. And to clarify, no, Hotch and Emily haven't told the team about their relationship yet. Soon though, soon. :)

Derek Morgan wasn't a crier. He had an over active temper during stressful situations, but he was never one to sit down and just sob. It made him feel weak. Vulnerable. And he hated feeling that way, especially since the Carl Buford incidents. However, when he saw his niece- his innocent niece -and her friend strapped to a chair, in pain, he couldn't help but let the tears fall. Still, it didn't last long. The sorrow for the kids could only last so long before the rage towards the man who did that to her overpowered it. The anger surged through him and he could no longer control his emotions. He stormed out of the suite, unable to even give an explanation to his team. He walked down the hall- the same hall Bella and Andrew had walked down just hours before- and into the tiny room where the ice and vending machines were. As soon as he was within arms distance he began to pound the front of the machine mercilessly, for no reason. It wasn't like it was going to pop out answers like it did snacks. He banged and banged, showing no signs of stopping. He didn't care who heard or saw. He was just too pissed. He continued for God knows how long. His knuckles felt raw and his arms were sore, but he kept going. Just when the machine looked like it was going to break, he felt arms wrap around him, stopping him. He struggled, trying to hit the machine once again. When they didn't let go, he jutted his elbow back, hitting someone's stomach. They dropped him. Morgan fell to his knees, panting.

"Morgan!" Rossi yelled, as Hotch groaned, gripping his stomach. "Morgan, get a hold of yourself."

Morgan looked up at them, his actions dawning on him. "I..I'm sorry." He said, distantly. "I…"

"We know." Hotch choked out. Morgan had a strong elbow. "But you need to focus."

Rossi kneeled down. "Derek, listen. We know it's hard. Especially on you. But Isabella and Andrew need you."

Derek blinked, still not completely there. They needed him. After some silence, he turned to Hotch. "I'm sorry."

Hotch nodded. "It's alright."

Suddenly, Morgan spoke, in a voice that sounded lost, almost child-like. "Why them?"

Rossi shook his head. "He's sick, Morgan. Disturbed. Whatever reason he has is warped. Messed up. It won't sense to us. You know that. I mean, hurting kids…how could you ever justify that?"

"The important thing is getting them back." Hotch said.

Coming to his senses, Morgan nodded and stood up. "Then let's do just that."

-:-

"That's what I thought." Reid saw the UnSub say to Andrew, as he lowered the gun that was previously pressed to Bella's head. Tears and anger burned inside him. "Garcia, please tell me you are getting closer."

Garcia nodded, her makeup streaming down her cheeks. "I'm getting there. I mean, I know he's been using his dad's credit card, but that still doesn't give much. He sometimes takes out a couple hundred dollars. He never bought a house or a place to live. He bought a disposable cell phone about… 2 weeks ago, in town. Um, there's still not much else to go off of."

"Wait, did you say he never bought a house?" Hotch asked.

"Yeah."

"Well, he has to live somewhere. Did the River's have any properties?"

Garcia typed away. "Yes. Eight. They were wealthy."

"Okay, how many are in town? He's probably close."

"Um, three."

"We still can't go check all three. We need to narrow it down." Morgan said.

Reid stared at the screen with the video. "How about one with a barn?"

"A barn?" Emily repeated.

"Yeah. The walls in the video are wooden…like a barn."

"Umm, yes. There is one with a barn. Like 10 minutes from here." Garcia informed.

"Let's go." Hotch said. "Garcia, you stay here and keep up updated on what's happening."

Garcia nodded as everyone filed out.

-:-

I kneeled on the glass, watching the man with the red hood pace back and forth in front of us. The amount of resentment I felt towards him was insane. Growing up, my mom always taught me to try to find the best in people. She always said that you should never hate, as it was just a bad emotion to have. I usually followed that pretty easily, but I actually wanted to kill this man.

Knowing that made me sick and ashamed of myself.

But I couldn't control it. The way this guy just showed off the power he had over Bella and I made the fury pulse through my veins and fill me up. I had so much excess anger. And the more the man hurt Bella, the more it built up. I felt like I was going to explode.

However, at the same time, I felt completely hopeless. Pathetic, even. This man was walking around, hurting my best friend- the one that I promised to keep safe just this morning –and I couldn't do anything. Even after knowing her for a short amount of time, Bella had become a huge part of my life. I couldn't imagine life without her. What if she got seriously hurt or…even died? How would I go on? How would I explain to everyone? Derek, the team, Dex, Sasha, myself?

The thought infuriated me and once again, the rage seized control of my body. I fought the urge to get up off the glass and beat Malcolm to a quivering heap. If I did, I knew he'd kill me. And Bella.

And there was no way in hell I was going to let that happen.

-:-

Garcia watched the tiny screen that held the fate of the two kids who she loved too much. She couldn't breathe. And she knew she wouldn't be able to until Bella and Andrew back were. None of the team could.

"What's he doing, Garcia?" Hotch's voice asked, over the phone.

Garcia watched as Malcolm paced back and forth in front of the kids, who were kneeling in the glass. Their hands were clenched but both had on a tough face. They were so determined. Malcolm just walked in a line, fumbling with the gun in his hands and mumbling to himself.

"Just pacing." Garcia replied, eyes still trained on the screen.

"It's okay. Hang in there." Bella said softly to Andrew.

"I know. You, too." Andrew replied.

Suddenly, he pointed the gun at Andrew. "Stop talking!" He demanded, his voice shaking.

"Wait, he's…he's…" She tried, unable to finish.

"What? He's what?" Hotch urged.

"Pointing the gun at Andrew. Telling him…he's telling him to stop talking." She said quickly.

"No." Andrew said simply.

"Andrew isn't listening." Garcia continued, tears falling.

"Why are they so stubborn?" Hotch whispered angrily.

"What?" Malcolm said on-screen, shocked.

"I said, no." Andrew said.

"You kids. You're all messed up. You don't listen." Malcolm said, dropping his gun at the edge of the pile. He stomped up to Andrew and punched him in the jaw. Andrew fell sideways.

"Stop!" Bella yelled, as Andrew pushed himself up. "Please stop."

"He's hitting them. Hotch, hurry." Garcia begged, unable to tear her eyes form the screen.

"We're pulling up." Hotch assured.

"No." Malcolm said. "You stupid kids need to learn." He kicked Bella's stomach and she hunched over.

"Fuck you. You sick, sadistic bastard. You're the messed up one." Andrew said, shaking with anger.

Penelope was shocked at Andrew's colorful language, but she couldn't help but feel a tiny sense of pride. He was so brave.

"Why you…" Malcolm said, reaching forward and wrapping his arms around Andrew neck, choking him.

"Hotch, he's choking him!" She panicked, all good feelings washing from her body.

Then, out of nowhere, She heard the trinkle of glass. Her eyes shot to where Bella was on the screen. She was lying across the glass. She gasped and more tears sprung to my eyes. Did she fall? But then, Garcia saw her reach out her arms, ignoring the glass puncturing her whole upper body.

Garcia gasped. "Bella jumped, kind of. Oh god, she's trying to grab the gun."

Bella closed her fingers around the gun. Malcolm was still choking Andrew. Bella pulled herself up to a shaky standing position. She pointed the gun at Malcolm.

"What?" Hotch asked, as he got out of the car. He and the team headed towards the large barn around back.

"She got it! And she's…standing up. Oh my god, she's going to…she's…" Garcia cried.

Malcolm froze, realizing what had happened. He looked over at her with a smirk, letting go of Andrew. "What are you going to do, huh? Shoot me?"

But Bella had a cold hard look in her eyes that would've made Hotch proud. She was doing this.

"Hurry! Before she…" Garcia begged.

Just then, Hotch and Morgan busted in the barn door, guns at the ready. Everyone froze.

-:-

I was so scared. I didn't want to admit I was, but I was. I wanted to be strong, like Andrew. But I wasn't.

I don't know how he withstood it. Not the pain. The pain was expected. And truthfully, it faded. After some time, it was normal even. I hardly even noticed it anymore. It was the fear that was the worst part. The fear…it was paralyzing. It made me fell like I wasn't even Isabella anymore. Like I was someone else. I no longer felt brave and confident, like I knew I supposed to feel in a situation like this. I felt…lost. And powerless. Like everything I didn't want to happen was going to happen, and I couldn't help it. I had felt like that before, when I found out my mom was dying. It made me want to rip my hair out and just scream and scream. I have no idea how Andrew kept his cool. He somehow stayed true to himself, his genuine, sweet self, and was courageous. And loyal. He refused to be controlled and even protected me. He protected me. How he even did so was unfathomable.

But it inspired me.

It made me feel like I owed him. I wanted to be just as brave as he was. So, when I saw the man choking him, making Andrew the helpless one, I knew I had to do something. Then I saw the gun.

I jumped.

I jumped at well as someone sitting on glass with a shattered knee could jump. And, despite the pain that seared through me entire boy, I got it. Nothing felt so good as that gun in my fingers. My fingers. Not the man's. I was in control now. I stood up- it was hard, but I managed- and I pointed the gun at the only person on Earth I hated. He saw me, and he laughed. He laughed at me. Like he underestimated me. Like I couldn't do it. Honestly, I wasn't actually sure if I could, but seeing his challenging face, I knew I had to.

Then, there was a bang and someone came in. It was Hotch and my uncle.

At first, I was convinced it was a dream. They couldn't actually be here. This was a hellish nightmare…it had to be some kind of trick. But then I saw JJ, Reid, Rossi and Emily file in behind them, guns at the ready.

They were really here.

I could put my gun down. I would be okay. There was a part of me- a huge part- that wanted to set down the weapon and run to my family. For half a second, that's exactly what I planned on doing. But, then I saw it again. His face. His face that was just screaming you can't do it at me. I could tell, even under the red hood. I had to prove that face wrong. I needed to. So, I didn't lower my gun, but rather kept my finger on that trigger. I was going to do it.

-:-

"Put down the gun, Bella." Hotch called softly. She didn't move, but continued to stare at Malcolm, unblinking, gun pointed at his face.

"Isabella." Morgan said. "It's okay. You can put it down now."

Andrew placed his hands down on the glass. He slipped a little when getting up, but he never once winced. His eyes were trained on Malcolm.

"Don't move." Malcolm said, challenging Andrew.

Andrew scoffed. "You can't do anything when you've got about six guns pointed at you." He growled, surprising the team with the lack of fear in his voice.

With that, Andrew limped to Bella and gently grabbed her arms with his blood-covered hands from behind, lowering them. She resisted for a couple of seconds, then finally, she gave in, letting the gun fall. Malcolm immediately lunged for the gun. Morgan shot, hitting his leg. Both teens closed their eyes and clutched each other as Malcolm fell to the floor in a heap. Morgan rushed forward, and advanced on Malcolm. He pounced on him, pounding him mercilessly. Hotch knew he had to stop Morgan, but secretly took his time doing so. Malcolm could use a little extra pain.

"Morgan. Morgan!" Hotch yelled after a couple of seconds, deciding it was enough. Morgan stopped. "Bella needs you." Morgan nodded and allowed Hotch to take over securing Malcolm.

"Get onto your knees. Hands above your head." Morgan heard Hotch bark to Malcolm.

The teens had limped into a corner and we simply sitting there, holding onto one another, eyes closed. The rest of the team had called for medical then just stood in a small clump, just staring at the teens. Morgan joined them.

"How should we…?" He asked JJ, knowing that dealing with victims well was a talent of hers.

"We can't overwhelm them." She explained softly. She neared them slowly, motioning for the team to follow. When she got close enough, she spoke in a tiny voice, just above a whisper. "Hey, guys."

They looked up, slowly. They looked conflicted as to whether the team was even real or not. Their uncertainty alone made Derek's heart break. After a second, though, both teens lunged towards the team. Bella threw her arms around Prentiss and Rossi then allowed Derek to scoop her up. She buried her head in his shoulder, grabbing onto him as tight as possible.

"Bella…" He whispered, tears escaping his eyes.

Reid, shaking, went up and wrapped his skinny arms around Andrew, who seemed to be getting bloodier by the second. Spencer didn't care. He didn't dare let go when Andrew buried his face into the shoulder of his only family and just cried, not caring who saw. Eventually, he lifted his head and reached for JJ as well.

Everything next was a blur. Medics placed the bloody children onto gurneys and they were put into the back of an ambulance. The whole team followed. Medics were gathered around the kids, attaching cords and trying to stop bleeding. It was really crowded and the medics weren't going to allow everyone to stay, but when the medics told them some had to leave, Bella freaked out.

"No!" She yelled, squirming.

"Don't move, Bella." One of the Medics instructed. "You need to be still or you'll unhook the tubes."

She looked up at the team. "Stay."

Hotch looked at the medic, who sighed. "Fine."

They soon got to the hospital, with the kids going in and out of consciousness. They were rushed into the E.R. Time seemed to move in slow motion. They all just sat around waiting for some confirmation that they were okay. None came. Nobody said much. Morgan called his mother and explained the whole ordeal. She sobbed and made immediate plans to come out with Sarah and Desiree. Morgan's insides burned. He needed the kids to be okay. More time passed, nothing changed. Reid left shortly and returned with a bunch of coffees from a coin-operated machine down the hall. He passed them out within the team. He looked over at Morgan, deciding whether to approach him or not. Concluding that Morgan could use a friend and some caffeine, he tapped him on the shoulder.

"They'll be okay." Reid said, holding out a cup of coffee for Morgan.

Morgan grabbed it and sighed. "Reid, not even you can know that."

That was long. Hm, oh well. Review, please. :) And just out of curiousity, what do YOU think will happen next? What do you want to happen?