Monday Blues Chapter 6

AN – Thank you again for so many kind words, i'm touched. I'm no medical expert so did the best i could with the medical work in this chapter with the help of Google.

The second shot ringing out was the final straw for those waiting outside, as much as they wanted to be careful and avoid risks to the hostages, and Hotch in particular. Another shot meant they were rapidly losing control of the scene, things were getting very much out of their control and they didn't like it.

Jack Hotchner had been able to point to a few places where people were being made to sit, he also indicated where his dad was being held in cuffs. That was enough for David Rossi to organise the SWAT teams. Within minutes of their orders being given they were in position and bursting through the doors with well practised ease. Groups of armed men began sweeping the inside for any signs of movement, Expert eyes scanning the people quickly looking for a weapon.

"FBI!" Came the call from multiple agents as they burst in with medics impatiently waiting outside. Desperate to get inside after hearing the shots.

"Two down over here!" One SWAT agent called as he knelt by Clyde and Jess, the blood covering the ground beneath them, both lying still.

"Aaron!" Rossi was first to his side kneeling down and checking his friends pulse, for a second his heart was in his mouth, he didn't dare breath until he felt a slow, faint pulse. "Thank god. MEDIC!"

Morgan moved past them letting the medics in and moved straight over to Clyde and Jess, careful not to kneel in any blood he reached out checking them. JJ and Blake hovering behind both faces taught with worry.

"Jess is alive, Unsub is dead." He called out and the gathered team breathed a sigh of relief. "We need a medic over here!" Morgan moved to assist Jess, as two medics knelt down beside her to begin a barrage of tests. Relieved the blood seemed to be all Clydes. None of hers.

Rossi was stood back now with Reid watching the medics as they applied pressure to Hotch's stomach wound, he barely flinched at the contact, head just dropping to one side.

"Get me the damn keys for these cuffs!" He called out as Hotch's shirt was ripped open. The white scars of Foyets attack still visible as this new wound was revealed. They keys were passed to him and he knelt down gently taking the cuffs and releasing Hotch's wrists. "Easy Aaron, we got you now. You're going to be all right." He took his friends arms lowering them from their position and helped the medics lay him down flat on the floor so they could apply more pressure and move him onto stretcher.

"Non responsive to pain, BP is low." They spoke to each other as they worked. "Get O2 on him straight away, we need an IV line to push fluids immediately. Let's get his pressure back up. More dressings on the stomach wound."

As they spoke Hotch coughed, sending blood splattering over the inside of the oxygen mask now covering his face. This spurred the medics into faster action, one of them on a radio calling for an OR to be ready immediately. The other quickly setting up and IV line to push fluids and pain relief. Rossi couldn't move, he could barely breath as someone took the oxygen mask off to clear Hotch's air way. He felt sick as he watched his friend gently lifted onto the stretcher and made comfortable. His hand dropped almost lifelessly and Rossi instinctively grabbed it squeezing in some vain form of reassurance. Wishing that he could give some of his strength to his friend.

"Aaron come on, keeping fighting. We're going to get you to hospital now." He spoke in hushed tones, not trusting his voice to have its usual strength right now. The team gathered around him all equally shocked and afraid.

"Jess is okay; she's getting taken to hospital for a check up but looks like she fainted. Angle of the wound suggests she shot Clyde." Morgan filled in, though he really didn't expect anyone to hear what he was saying. He just felt so helpless standing watching the medics trying to stabilise their boss for transport. He checked Hotch's ankle holster finding Hotch's back up weapon predictably missing and looked at the weapon he held in his hand. "I'll give you this back when your well man.." He mumbled more to himself than to anyone else.

"Hotch must've known how bad things were so he give Jess his weapon." Reid pointed out the almost obvious, but like Morgan he just wanted to talk. It helped him when he was worried or stressed and right now he was both.

"All right let's move him. OR is standing by to receive him straight away. Who's riding with us?" The medic asked the assembled team as he looked around the terrified faces he was almost sure they all wanted to be there. Not one of them wanting to let Hotch face this fight alone.

"I am." Rossi still hadn't let go of Hotch's hand, and he wasn't about to either. He wanted Hotch to know they were there. He wanted that extra little strength to help even in a small way. "Jack..?" He let the question hang in the air. The poor boy didn't need to see his dad or his aunt being taken like this, especially the condition is dad was in.

"I'll get him and drive him to the hospital, keep him out the way till we know more." JJ was fast to act, everyone wanted to do something... anything... and if looking after his son was all she could do then she would do it without a second thought. "He can stay with Will and I if he needs to."

Rossi nodded and followed the stretcher out climbing after it into the back off the ambulance still holding Hotch's hand. The blood staining his shirt was a sickening sight and he tried to push it to the back of his mind focusing instead on his friends face.

The medics didn't wait around, within minutes the ambulance was off. Leaving the BAU to finish up at the scene as JJ sat with Jack keeping him away from the ambulances, trying to console him as his small frame was wracked with sobs.

The ambulance wound its way through the streets, sirens wailing and racing to get there patient to the hospital. Rossi was oblivious to the journey, to the time passing; all he focused on was lifting the oxygen mask every time Hotch coughed blood into it. Helping to keep his airways clear to let the Medic focus on his stomach wound. He only became aware of any other voices when he heard the medic next to him shouting..

"Pull over! He's arrested!" He shoved Rossi back and began preparing the paddles.. "Charging 200.. clear.. Nothing. Charging 300... clear... Nothing. 10cc's of Adrenaline going in.. Come on Agent, fight! Charging 360..."

Rossi could only stare in shock, he fought back the urge to be sick as he watched Hotch's phone drop from his pocket. He leaned down and picked it up seeing the face of a smiling Jack on the front.

"Fight Aaron. For us both."

TBC.