"John," Hotch said, "why are you doing this?"
"Because," Curtis said, rolling his eyes exasperatingly, "the position at the BAU is supposed to be mine!"
"You do know you were considered for the position right?" Hotch says as Curtis strolled nearer towards him.
Curtis's eyes flash for a moment, almost as if he was surprised, before he masked his emotion with indifference.
"You didn't get it because your profiles and previous cases show that you didn't know how to work as a team." Hotch said, as Curtis unchained him.
Curtis was slightly distracted, and Hotch had the element of surprise, lunging out at Curtis the second his hands came free, knocking both of them down to the floor. Hotch reached for the gun, only to have Curtis kick it all the way to the other side of the room.
Curtis aimed a kicked towards Hotch stomach and the two men exchanged punches that left one with a bleeding nose and the other with a bleeding lip. Hotch struggles to stand and sprints towards the gun, diving for it and aiming it at a running Curtis.
He fires once, twice, thrice and sends Curtis flying backwards. He falls for only a second before charging at Hotch again. He knew the bullets in his gun had run out and he was thankful, for once, he didn't load the gun fully.
Curtis knocks the gun out of Hotch's hands and slams it on his head. The team could only watch as Hotch slumped to the ground.
"AARON!"
"Shut up, bitch, otherwise I'll shoot you," Curtis screamed at Beth.
He was in a foul mood. His stomach was hurting like hell. He heaved the heavy chief back to the handcuffs and tied him up, his blood leaving a trail behind him. He took a breather and dressed his wounds, cursing under his breath.
Thank god he was only shot in the stomach.
Just as he was loading his gun, the floor started to rumble and split. Two women, one dressed in a suit and the other dressed in a white t-shirt and jeans rose up, both their guns raised.
Immediately, he raised his gun and fired, only to miss miserably. His hands fumbling, he grabbed a handful of bullets and sprinted behind the metal closet, desperately trying to fit the bullet into the gun. Who on earth were these people?
"You unchain them, I'll go get him."
The woman dressed in the suit raced for the keys on the table and rushed towards the team, unlocking their handcuffs before they tried to work the pulley system.
"Don't even think about it."
Curtis flinched as he felt a gun nudge into the back of his head.
"Put your gun down and kick it aside, otherwise I'll shoot you, asshole."
Curtis growled. How dare she call him an asshole!
He turned around and fired blindly for a second before one shot from the woman went straight through his brain and he collapsed, eyes rolling to the side, dead.
Elle stumbled out from behind the metal closet, holding on to it for support.
"Elle!" Reid shouted, sprinting towards her to catch her as she fell.
The blood stain on her white shirt was growing bigger and bigger and Reid could do nothing as he watched the life running out of her.
"Please, just stay strong for a while, Emily says the backup will be here in ten minutes." Reid whispered, tears running down his cheeks. He reached to touch her wound.
"Don't touch me," Elle choked out. Some part of her brain was telling her someone was going to take her blood and use it to write some creepy shit on the wall.
"Don't die," Reid said quietly, his tears dripping on her face.
"Well, I'll try my best not to," Elle said sarcastically, her breaths getting shorter and more frequent.
Morgan moved Reid aside, tearing apart Elle's shirt and applying pressure to her wound using his own shirt to stop the bleeding.
"Pretty boy, I know you're feeling sad right now, but you better stop those tears and get me some kind of mini plier or something to extract these damned bullets out of Elle if you want her to live." Morgan said, sweating profusely.
Emily worked at Rossi's bullet wound, wrapping her jacket around it to stop it from bleeding. Damned it, she thought, this wasn't the kind of family reunion she wanted.