AN - just edited some spacing, thanks shax616 for the review and the recommendation, ill make sure to be on the look out for it as i continue writing ^_^

Emily's POV

The next day we finally got a breakthrough in the case thanks to the cooperation of the general public. Someone had tipped off the line of a man who regularly travelled from the docks of Michigan, almost daily, leaving with a female and returning alone. We were preparing to raid his place as we debriefed the police team.

"Suspects like these feed off of their anger, they have nothing to live for" Morgan commented. Emily's eyes flashed quickly as she heard the words. 'they have nothing to live for…nothing to live for' she caught herself quickly as Morgan glanced at her. I looked at the group, and spoke" This will make them unstable and extremely dangerous. If you have to approach him do not do it without backup and be extremely cautious. He has been spiraling downward quickly and will not hold back in taking a cop down".

Reid added "His depression has caused his emotional state to get caught up in the grieving stage, he doesn't feel anything at all, except when he is torturing his victims, this is what he focuses on and now it's all he thinks about. He has nothing to lose, he will try to kill as many as he can before we take him down. It is likely that he always feeds on the fear in his victims. In the case of the 3rd victim, attention to the wounds were minimal and read like signs of defensive wounds. Meaning he took his time with torturing the ones that showed fear or begged for their lives. He doesn't know how to react against someone who doesn't show any fear".

With a few more cautionary comments made, we all geared up for the raid.

We arrived at the suspects place within 15 minutes. As usual Morgan and myself lead the assault on the front entrance. Hotch and Rossi took the back entrance, while Reid and JJ watched the side door for possible escape routes. The local Police made sure to set up a perimeter in the surrounding area in case he got past us.

Hotch gave the order over the radio, Morgan kicked the door in and I followed as we cleared the ground floor in minutes. Hotch and Rossi headed for the basement, while Morgan and myself headed up the stairs. He glanced left then right at the first set of bedroom doors, and then swiftly moved forward. I followed closely and then saw a glint of light from my right.

The unsub had hidden behind one of the open doors. I heard the click of his gun cocking back and could feel the chill of the barrel held against my head. I looked past it and stared straight into his eyes, completely emotionless…fearless. His eyes faltered slightly, he didn't know what it was like to stare down at someone who wasn't afraid of him. 'Do it, I dare you', my mind said, smirking within. "Get back!" he shouted at me, I stepped back slowly, my hands slightly up in a surrendering position. I could see Morgan turning through my peripheral vision. "You don't want to do this man, PUT YOUR GUN DOWN!" Only his gun was partially visible for Morgan to see. The unsub tried to take a glance at Morgan, and when he broke eye contact with me, it felt like my body was in auto pilot, I stepped forward, sidestepping his gun, I felt an explosion of heat and a cold sting graze my cheek, before I knew it my gun was at his chest and simultaneously my fingered squeezed the trigger.

I stood there, frozen in place as I stared down at the unsub, a gurgling sound escaped his lips as he fell on his back, he struggled to look up at me. In a flash Morgan was by his side, he tossed the gun aside and grabbed a piece of clothing close by, placing pressure on the bullet wound.

"Prentiss!…PRENTISS!" I looked at his lips and read the words as he mouthed ' are… you… okay?' I blinked. "….yeh, yeah I'm good", a dark smile within me as I starred down at the unsub.

'He deserved it' the voice in my head hissed at me. All my mind would let me think about was how great it felt when I had pulled the trigger. My mind replayed the last few seconds. My heart raced as I had starred down the barrel, I was excited? It was odd. I remembered placing my gun to his chest, and the joy I felt as his body flinched, then the slow descent as he fell over.

"Unsub down! 2nd floor, I need a medic" Morgan was screaming into his radio piece, and seconds passed as a pair of EMTs ascended the stairs. Feeling slightly crowded I let them fly past me and made my way out of the house.

I felt something wet and warm running down my cheek. I reached up to touch it, looking down at my fingers I starred at the blood, I stood frozen in place just outside the house. His bullet had just grazed me, but suddenly I felt the burning as my body tried to heal itself. It must have looked worse because both JJ and Reid met me with shocked expressions as I looked at them indifferently.

"Are you okay?" JJ wore a true expression of concern. She was about to touch my arm "I'm fine" I answered quickly as I briskly walked past her, with a stride of determination towards another paramedic who looked at me as I approached her. It must have looked bad, because she too gave me a quick look of concern before leading me to one of the ambulances to patch me up. I just needed some space to process what had happened.