"Drop her!" the UNSUB screamed, his gun trained on Hotch.
The agent looked down at JJ, her hand gripping his tightly as she hung from the edge of the roof. He would rather die than drop her, but if he was shot, he would drop her anyway. Mind racing, he looked for a way out.
And then he saw it, as three floors below them, Rossi and Morgan stepped out onto the balcony.
"JJ," he said firmly, waiting for her eyes to lock with his own. "Do you trust me?"
She swallowed and nodded. "Always," she whispered.
He nodded once and then squeezed her hand once before letting go completely.
Crouching and turning, he trusted that his friends would catch her, and reached for the gun at his ankle.