AN: Sorry for the cliffhanger, guys. So here's the deal. I have chapter 12 and 13 written, currently working on 14 but I really have no idea where I'm going with it so I'll probably end up wrapping it up soon. So, here's 12 and 13 will be up in a couple days hopefully.

Chapter Twelve

Derek felt the impact of the ground before he even knew what happened. Groaning, he rubbed the back of his head while he tried to stop the room from spinning. Lifting his head, he glanced down, confused as to why JJ was sprawled on the ground next to him. "JJ?"

"Morgan!" Emily's voice called from across the room.

Turning to look in the direction of her voice, Morgan sighed with relief when he realized that Emily had Patrick pinned to the ground, hands cuffed behind his back while she directed the six children into the small bathroom in the far corner.

"Morgan! You need to move!" Emily exclaimed, glancing towards the window where she could see the tornado practically feet from the house. She pulled Patrick to his feet and shoved him towards the bathroom as well. "Morgan!"

Shaking his head to clear the fog, Derek pushed himself to a sitting position, realizing for the first time that JJ wasn't moving. "JJ?" He gently shook her shoulder before finally accepting the fact that she was, for some reason, unconscious. "JJ!"

"Derek!" Emily exclaimed once more as the building above them began shaking. "Derek! She hit her head! You need to move her!"

Noticing the blood that oozing from the gash on the right side of her head for the first time, Derek jumped to his feet and gathered the blonde into his arms before crossing the room and joining the crowded the bathroom. "What happened?" He asked once Emily had slammed the door shut.

Glancing over her shoulder to Patrick, who was sitting on the floor in the corner, she sighed. "He shot at you. I managed to get one to his upper arm as soon as he pulled the trigger. I got a glimpse of JJ hitting her head on the concrete when she pushed you to the ground. She needs medical attention. I think the bullet grazed her. Can you lay her down? We need to make sure it's not serious."

Derek nodded and lowered JJ to the ground, listening to the house above them being demolished. "Are we alright down here?"

"We should be." Emily replied, pulling JJ's FBI vest off before checking her over for injuries. "Can you get through to Hotch? We need medics in here as soon as possible. She's bleeding pretty badly down here." She gestured to JJ's side. "It doesn't look too bad but we need to slow the bleeding."

"Too bad? Em, that's a lot of blood!" Derek exclaimed, glancing at the wounded area for the first time.

"I know, but it could be a lot worse, Derek. Get me something to use to apply pressure." She told him, pressing down firmly but gently with her bare hands. She knew he was only stressing out because of his newfound relationship with the blonde. "Any luck with getting through to Hotch?"

"I can't get enough signal to make the phone call but I managed to get a text message sent. How far was the other house?"

"I don't even… like twenty minutes maybe?" Emily shook her head. "Anything?"

"No, there's nothing around here!" He exclaimed angrily. "Not a lousy rag or anything!"

"Here, grab my sleeve." She extended one arm while keeping pressure with the other. "Do the same with the other. I have a tank top on under this."

Derek helped Emily pulled the black short sleeve t-shirt over her head before pressing it against JJ's side so she could remove her blood-stained hands.

"Crack the door. It sounds like the worst has passed." Emily told him, trying to keep him moving. She knew this was the reason while inter-team relationships were frowned upon but she honestly couldn't care less for that rule. She'd probably have to do the same for Spencer if he were here and there was no romance between him and JJ.

"Morgan!" Hotch's voice came from somewhere above them.

"Hotch! We're in the basement!" He yelled back up to the rest of the team. "We need medics!"

"Derek, take the kids and get them out of here." Emily said. "You can probably lift them up through the floor."

"Derek." Hotch's face appeared through a hole in the wooden floor seconds later. "Are you alright? Where's Harris?"

"We've got him. And the kids. We need medics. JJ's hurt. Emily's with her."

"They're on their way. Is everyone else okay?"

"Yeah, they're scared but physically, they're okay. I'm going to lift'em up to you." He told his boss.

Using her shoulder to push her hair out of her face, Emily lifted her t-shirt to check on JJ's wound. "How long for medics?"

"They're on their way now. Shouldn't be much longer. Has she woken up yet?" Derek asked as he directed the children towards the other side of the room.

"Not yet." She sighed, pressing down on her shirt again. "C'mon, JJ. You gotta wake up for me. Morgan will kill you if you don't."

"Is she -." Patrick spoke for the first time since Emily had cuffed him.

"Shut up. You don't get to talk right now. You just -." Emily was cut off by a quiet groan coming from her partner and best friend below her. "JJ?"

"Em…" JJ squeezed her eyes shut even tighter and rolled her head to face the direction Emily's voice was coming from. "Em, what… happened?"

"Shh, Jay, try to stay still. The medics are on their way. You hit your head pretty hard." She tried to keep her from moving too much. "You're bleeding and if you move, it's going to hurt a lot."

"Al…ready does." She gritted her teeth, opening her eyes slightly before letting them fall closed again. "Where's…Der…ek?"

"He's fine. He's getting the kids out of here."

"Em?" Derek stuck his head back into the bathroom. "The medics are just getting here. LEO's dropped a ladder so we can get Harris out and then they're going to lift her out. Is she -?"

"She's awake. Barely." Emily nodded, watching JJ turn her head towards Derek.

"Der…ek?" JJ whispered.

Dropping to his knees opposite Emily, Derek grabbed one of JJ's hands in his. "Hey, babe."

"You… o…kay?" She mumbled slowly.

"Yeah, thanks to you, Superwoman. What were you thinking?"

"Dunno…" She trailed off, wincing in pain. "Derek…"

"Shh, babe. You need to rest. I'm going to get the medics so we can get you outta here, okay?"

"'kay."

Derek climbed to his feet and glanced down at Emily. "You good?"

"Yeah, get Harris out of here."