Okay, chapter twelve! Hope I did it justice!


"Isn't this great? I came intending to kill two people. And now," he said, laughing, "I get to kill seven! And on the day I decide I want to experiment, as well. Fantastic!"

He was now standing in the middle of the room, the seven other occupants placed in a circle around him, arms bound behind their backs. Tess was still crying, her eyes red from doing so for so long.

"You know you won't get away with this," Prentiss said. "An entire FBI team. Even if you're as good as you seem to think you are, there's no way you can manage it."

"Oh, but see… if I'm as good as I think I am- which I am, by the way- then killing all seven of you will be no problem. And as an added bonus, a great source of entertainment as well!"

All of the Agents were adamantly glaring back at them, and Tess's mother was attempting to do so as well, though her poorly disguised panic was visible.

"There are people who know we came here. If we don't show back up, someone will come looking."

"Oh, no need to worry. I'll be long gone by then," the UnSub said.

"Like hell you will," Morgan muttered, staring him down.

"Oh, yes. I will," he said, walking over and twirling the knife between his fingers. "I don't see how it would be possible that you'd stop me. Big, brave, tough Agent Morgan. Unable to do anything. Must be torture for you. Agent Hotchner too. Team Leader, and he can't even protect his own team. Terrible," he taunted walking over towards JJ. "Especially if I did this."

She kicked out at him, managing to land a solid kick to his left leg before he could touch her. "Back off, psycho," she said firmly.

He'd barely flinched when she kicked him. "You probably shouldn't have done that," he said quietly, staring at her, the grin off of his face now. He slashed out at her, striking her in the shoulder with his knife and causing her to cry out.

"Leave her alone!" Morgan shouted, straining against his bonds.

"See? I was right. Torture to watch, isn't it?" the UnSub said. "But brilliant fun on my end."

"Morgan," Hotch said, trying to calm him down. Though it didn't do much use.

"Listen to your ever stoic Team Leader, Derek. He looks like it hasn't bothered him, but it's tearing him up inside, isn't it Aaron?" he said, switching his attention. The grin was slowly starting to reappear. "The Team Leader. Led his entire team into this dangerous situation. What kind of leader does that?"

"Don't listen to him, Hotch," Rossi said. "You know he's just a crackpot."

"Oh, a crackpot, am I? If I'm just a crackpot, then how come you can't stop me? And why is the one Agent you're missing dead because of me? Aaron? Derek? You were both there, sitting around. You could have stopped me."

"He's not dead," Prentiss said coolly. "You failed to kill him."

They could see his smug expression slip for a second, but his grin soon returned. "Oh, well. Doctor Reid is a fighter, then. No matter. I'll just have to pay him another visit once I'm done here."

"Good luck with that," JJ said fiercely. He turned to look at her, amused.

"And how are you planning to stop me?" he asked, letting out an amused laugh. "You don't look like you're in much of a position to either."

He moved towards her again, but as soon as he was standing in front of her she jumped out of her chair and knocked the knife out of his hand, kicking his legs out from under him.

"Really? Don't I?" she asked. He got back up and scrambled towards the knife she'd knocked away, but it had come to a halt right next to Rossi, who put his foot down on it.

"I don't think so," Rossi said.

"Fine. I could take her anyway," the UnSub said, standing up straight and fixing his shirt.

"I'd put my money on JJ," Hotch said. JJ smiled as she raised her fists.

The UnSub suddenly looked much less smug than he had. The cool and collected man who had stood before them only moments before was replaced by a man who was a second from flying into a rage. He let out a sort of strangled scream as he ran at JJ, who deftly avoided his swinging fist and took her own swing, which landed on his jaw. He came back and started swinging at her like mad, but she blocked them all, until he managed to hit a heavy blow to her stomach that left her breathless. That moment was all he needed to kick her so that she fell and hit the concrete.

He attempted to kick her hard in the ribs, but she rolled out of the way and he kicked out at empty air, nearly overbalancing and tipping over himself. Though he managed to right himself and was back to furiously running at her as soon as she was back on her feet. She leapt out of the way again and he was unable to stop himself from crashing into the pile of boxes that was stacked against the wall, knocking several over. He bounced right back again, however, like he was intolerable to pain.

She reared back and roundhouse kicked him, which sent him spinning to the floor again. It took him longer to get up this time, and Morgan caught her eye, using his foot to pull up the ankle on his pants leg. Where he still had a backup weapon in his ankle holster. She sprinted over and pulled it out, spinning around to see him standing again.

It looked like her kick had done his nose some serious damage, as it was bleeding fiercely and dripping onto the floor. "Are you going to shoot me, Agent Jareau? Do you have it in you?"

"Don't test me," she said dangerously.

He grinned. "Are you going to get revenge for your dear, sweet Doctor Reid, who only has a few hours more to live than any of you? Or did you take that cut to the shoulder personally? There's a lot more in your future, you know."

"You really don't want to test me," JJ said, her eyes narrowed.

"Am I making you mad, Agent? Are you going to kill me? Go right ahead, I dare you. Unless you don't have the guts," he taunted.

"You don't know what I've got," she said.

"Yes, I do, actually. I've studied all of you. Stoic Aaron Hotchner. You've got a little boy at home. Jack. He's cute. Oh, but it really is a shame about poor Haley. Jack no longer has a mommy, does he Aaron? Imagine if he didn't have a daddy anymore as well."

Hotch sent him a glare that was cold enough to turn even Rossi's stomach, but the UnSub had already turned away.

"David Rossi, the senior profiler. Such a big shot, so smart, so rich. A big old mansion to live in. But very empty all by yourself, isn't it Dave?"

"Then Agent Morgan. Big and strong and brave. I wonder how brave you'd be if you watched all of your teammates die, hm? I'd have fun breaking you."

"JJ," Hotch said quietly, as it was clear she was starting to lose her cool.

"Then dear Agent Prentiss!" the UnSub said, practically shouting now. "You're a pretty thing. And your mother is an Ambassador. I wonder if I could pull off her murder. Most likely. I am an expert at these things, after all."

JJ tensed up and took a threatening step towards him. "JJ!" Hotch said warningly.

"Don't worry. As much as I want this guy dead, I know better than to actually kill him," she said, her voice level. "And I'll wait until he actually gives me cause to have to shoot him."

"Oh, cause? Is that what you've been waiting for? And here I thought you were just a coward!" the UnSub shouted. "So tell me, Agent Jareau, what would cause be? If I went to attack any of these precious people here? If I came at you again? Why don't you just get this over with? Kill me! So you can get back to your little boy. Adorable Henry. The Godson of dear Doctor Reid, isn't he?"

The UnSub said all that, walking over towards Tess and stroking her hair, making her let out a small whimper. He suddenly produced a switchblade from his pocket, but he didn't have much time to do anything with it before there was a loud bang and he was holding a bleeding shoulder.

"Oh, look at that. You aren't a coward after all," he said through gritted teeth. Tess was looking like she was ready to throw up as his blood dripped onto her from his position, leaning heavily on the chair she was seated in. He reached for Tess again, and another loud bang went off, this time hitting him in the leg and taking him down.

JJ walked over and quickly attempted to handcuff him, though he still fought her. That was, until she stepped on the wound in his leg. "Still think I'm not much of a threat?" JJ spat at him, tightening the cuffs as tight as she could. "You had best learn not to underestimate me."

She stopped and looked at him for a second, sitting on the floor and breathing heavily. She landed one last solid punch to his eye, sending his head snapping back. "That was for Reid. And my shoulder. And everyone else you've hurt."

He laughed, wheezing slightly. "You certainly aren't a coward, are you?"

JJ shoved him against the wall and walked over to Tess. She quickly untied her, and the girl jumped out of her chair, sobbing, her thank yous barely audible. JJ soothed as best as she could, prying the girl off of her long enough to free her mother.

As soon as the two were free and reunited, she moved over to untie Hotch, who had been sitting to the mother's right. "Good work," he told her quickly as his bindings fell away and he moved to untie someone as well.

JJ found herself face to face with Morgan, who was grinning at her. "Nice job, Blondie," he said, casting a look to where Nikolas was sitting against the wall, fruitlessly trying to get up. "How'd you get free?"

"Simple. He underestimated me," JJ said, stepping over to Prentiss. "He didn't tie my bonds that tight. Didn't expect too much from me, I guess."

"He was far from right about that," Morgan said. "But still, it was a good thing I kept my backup piece hidden."

Soon enough, they were all free and marching up the stairs, Morgan roughly leading the UnSub. JJ stayed with the two understandably distraught women, comforting them. As soon as they made it outside, they saw that several police cars and emergency vehicles had pulled up already.

"How is…?" Prentiss asked, looking around and voicing the question they all had.

"Your tech analyst," Detective Skinner said, walking over to them and looking relieved. "After what happened with Agent Reid-"

"Doctor Reid," Hotch corrected.

"Right. After what happened with Doctor Reid, she was worried about you all. She tried your phones and couldn't get ahold of any of you."

"Should've known," JJ said, smiling.

"Well, look at that, mister Gentleman. Looks like you were destined to fail at this mission either way," Morgan said, leading him towards a paramedic who was waiting to patch him up enough so that they could take him back to the station.

Hotch and JJ both walked over towards the other ambulance that was parked on the lawn, both being hurried inside. Hotch got a quick bandage on his forehead, but JJ took a while longer, her injuries more extensive. "How are you?" he asked her as he was finished.

"Fine," she answered, smiling.

"That cut on your shoulder doesn't look too deep. I don't think it requires stitches," the paramedic said. "I'll just clean it and put a bandage over it, and you should be fine, aside from a few bruises."

"Thanks," JJ said as the paramedic worked silently. As soon as he was done, she hopped down to stand by Hotch.

"You did very well down there," he said, sending her an approving look.

"I thought I handled myself alright," she said. They watched as the UnSub was shoved into a police car.

"You know, this isn't over yet," Hotch stated. He spared a sideways glance at JJ and the others and they all walked up. "We still have to find out who he was working for. And catch him."

"I know," JJ said grimly. They shared a collective glance, before they all got back into their vehicles and rode back to the station, their main objective now questioning the man who was attempting to bash his head against the window of the police car hard enough to break it.


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