A/N: I wouldn't leave you hanging there! But this one is longer for leaving you there for a week hahaha

This one's more from the team's point of view for obvious reasons…

You know the deal with the italics

'Let's try this again' he said before lowering his gun to aim at Taylor's head. 'Do you want to die? Or do you want her to?'

Emily looked at her girlfriend; her one and only. The one person outside of her team she would gladly take a bullet for if it would protect her. So when she looked up at Chris again; and knew he was expecting an answer, she said what she knew would keep her Taylor safe until the team came in and saved her.

'Yes. I want to die.' And then it all went black.

'EMILY!' Taylor managed to shout out despite the pain it caused her. She barely registered what Chris was doing behind her as she attempted repeatedly –without any success – to prop herself up on her elbows to see what was going on with her girlfriend.

'Your turn now sweetheart' she turned her head to see him standing by her side, a grin on his face at her distress and his gun pointing in her direction. 'Do you want to die?'

'No, you son of a bitch, she doesn't' Taylor heard a woman's voice say behind her, and before she had any time to even glance around a bullet ripped through Chris's chest; right through his heart, and he fell to the ground beside her.

'We've got them Hotch. UnSub's dead. We're in the basement.' She heard a man's voice say… almost as if he was on the phone?

All Taylor could see in between her eyes drifting open and shut was a flash of blonde hair by her side as this stranger threw Chris's gun across the room towards the man and proceeded to shove Chris away from her towards the wall. Before she knew it this woman was kneeling by her side, applying the same pressure Emily had been previously.

'Hi Taylor, I'm JJ. The medics are on their way; just hang in there for me'

'Emily' Taylor managed to rasp out again, noticing that the amount of time her eyes were shut was quickly beginning to outweigh the amount of time they were open. 'Go to Emily' she murmured, forcing her hand to execute a pathetic attempt at a shove against JJ's forearm.

'Okay Taylor, okay. Derek, take over here please.' Barely a millisecond passed before JJ's hands were replaced by Morgan's.

'Hey there Taylor, I'm Derek. I'm really hoping you've heard of me.' A ghost of a smile settled on Taylor's lips as she thought of how highly Emily had spoken of this man, and the woman who'd just been in the same position above her. 'Now here's the thing; Em will kill me if I'm the one who let you go, so you've gotta hold on now for me okay? The medics are here, but I'm not gonna leave your side okay?'

JJ was experiencing the same problems trying to keep a quickly-fading-away Emily from slipping into unconsciousness. As she'd placed her hands over the bullet wound in her best friend's torso; right underneath her breasts, she'd prayed a silent prayer that the bullet hadn't already killed her. When she saw Emily's eyelids flickering open and closed, and the silent words trying to escape her lips, she'd almost done back flips just at the fact that there was still hope.

'Taylor' she'd whispered, and after all the years JJ had known her, she knew it was a question.

'She's hanging in there Em, Derek's got her. I need you to hang in there too, okay? The medic's are coming in.'

No sooner had those left her lips than a blur of medical professionals and their equipment ran into the room; two stopping by Derek and Taylor, and two heading straight for JJ and Emily.

Another silent prayer was sent up by JJ, that her best friend – and the woman she hoped she'd have the chance to get to know – would make it to the hospital… and would walk out of there again.

JJ hated hospitals. Bar Henry being born in one, she couldn't think of a single other good thing that had ever taken place in her life being in a hospital. Just the smell reminded her of the night she'd waited with her parents in a room just like the one she was in now, just to be told what she already knew. Your sister's dead, and she's not coming back.

Emily's dead and she's not coming back was the thought now spinning circles in her mind, no matter how much she tried to shake it away.

'WHAT DO WE KNOW' Garcia's shouted question echoed down the corridor leading to the open plan waiting room. She was running, with Andrea in tow, both of them holding hands like they were each others lifeline. 'Well?' She questioned again when she reached the team and none of them had responded.

'Not a lot, I'm sorry' Hotch replied. 'They're both in surgery, and no one has been to update us yet.' An apologetic look was plastered on his face as he looked at Andrea, when deep down he wanted to cry just as much as Garcia now was.

Andrea silently nodded and walked over to the empty seat next to JJ.

'They'll be okay. They have to be' JJ whispered, more to herself than to her neighbour.

'I hope so' Andrea replied anyway, before taking in JJ's appearance. 'Jennifer honey, why don't we go to the bathroom, and clean you up?'

'Clean me up?' JJ looked up, confusion gracing her features.

'Your hands, honey, and your clothes…'

Only then did JJ look down and realise that her once white shirt was stained red with crusting blood, and her hands were coated in a layer also.

'Oh my god' she muttered before she ran out of the waiting room and straight for the bathroom.

After watching JJ fly past him; Derek ventured a look at his own hands, which similarly were still covered in blood. Unlike JJ, however, Derek stayed rooted to the spot. Unable to escape the crushing feeling taking over his body, and the terrible sense of deja vu at being in a hospital with the blood of someone close to him on his hands. Granted, it was Taylor's blood, not Emily's, but so what? This was the woman his best friend, his sister even, spent her life with.

He was pulled from the sensation he was sinking by a firm hand on his shoulder.

'How about we go ask for some scrubs or something for you and JJ to change into?' Rossi's caring eyes encouraged him to follow.

'Penelope' Rossi said over his shoulder as he led Derek away. 'Can you go look after JJ? I'll hand in clean clothes when I get some.'

'Sure' Penelope whispered, having never seen her 'chocolate thunder' so visibly shaken.

Garcia cautiously pushed open the door to the ladies bathroom, peeking round the edge 'Jayje?' She was greeted by the sight of JJ in front of a sink, her right arm wiping her mouth while her left hand turned on the tap. Looking around for anyone else in there, the smell of vomit confirmed Garcia's thought that that was probably what JJ had been doing the past five minutes. She turned her head back to see JJ vigorously scrubbing her hands in the sink, with tears threatening to spill over from her bright blue eyes.

'Oh Jayje' Garcia walked over to stand beside one of her two badass crime fighting ladies whom she'd never seen so shaken, aside from maybe when she herself had been shot. Running with that thought she placed a hand to steady one of JJ's arms, halting her movement and forcing her to meet her eyes in the mirror. 'She'll be fine Jayje. Look at me, I survived a bullet. And if you're seriously there thinking that one tiny bullet can kill the amazing Emily Prentiss when it couldn't kill yours truly, well, if she was stood here she'd kick your ass.'

'A bullet, maybe not Pen, but she was there for days. The medics said most if not all of her ribs are broken, she's got head trauma and she's clearly been beaten. You and I both know she was raped at least once thanks to that video…' she shuddered at the thought, but she'd seen the bruising on her friends thighs in person after all. 'That's a hell of a lot to survive. And you know what?'

JJ spun away from the sink so she was facing Garcia fully, her hands dripping soapy water onto the floor. 'Even if Emily's fine, Taylor might not be. And if Taylor's fine, Emily might not be. They both have to be okay Pen, they have to be. When I went into that room, the only thing on Taylor's mind was that I helped Emily, despite the amount of blood she'd clearly already lost. And when I went to Emily, the only thing she said was 'Taylor'. How can anything be okay again unless they both walk out of this?'

Her eyes searched Garcia's for answers, and, not seeing any, only fresh tears, she turned back to the task at hand. 'And this won't come off' she continued to scrub her hands raw.

'Jayje… JJ… JENNIFER JAREAU!' Garcia finally reached out and stilled her movements by grabbing her wrists. 'You've got it all. They're clean JJ, they're clean.' She moved to hold her friends hands tightly.

'I can still see it' JJ whispered, finally allowing the tears to escape.

When Derek knocked on the ladies bathroom door before pushing it open, he wasn't ready for what he was about to see. The sight that greeted him was his baby girl on the floor, with JJ sitting in her lap, both crying hysterically. He slowly walked over and crouched in front of them.

'Hey Jayje' he spoke quietly, so as not to spook them. His eyes were slowly met by baby blues as she wiped her face clean. 'Here' he placed some clean scrubs on her lap and a bag to put her dirty ones in. 'I'll be outside in the waiting room' he said again before placing a kiss to each woman's foreheads and leaving the room again, donned in his own light blue scrubs.

After changing and cleaning herself up, a now blood – and make-up – free JJ had joined the rest of the team in the waiting room again. She was curled up against Penelope, her shoes kicked off and her knees tucked under her chin. The sound of the clock on the wall ticking was really starting to piss her off. God I hate hospitals.

'Family of Emily Prentiss?' A middle aged woman in scrubs with a medical file broke everyone from their separate morbid thoughts.

'I'm Supervisor Special Agent Aaron Hotchner; she's an agent in my department.' Hotch announced, standing up with his badge.

'Okay. I'm Jenna Moore; I'm the doctor assigned to Agent Prentiss. I'll cut to the part you want to hear; she made it through the surgery. We almost lost her quite a few times, but she's a fighter. Her injuries include a grade two concussion; - which I want to keep a particularly close eye on due to her past history - eight fractured, broken, or bruised ribs, a whole host of superficial wounds ranging from cuts requiring stitches to slight bruising, and the obvious bullet wound. Now Agent Prentiss was lucky in that the bullet didn't hit any major organs, however it did cause a lot of internal damage regardless, and caused both external and a heavy amount of internal bleeding. We managed to tie off the internal damage, and so with heavy observation I'm not overly concerned about the healing process there. Two things do concern me however, one, due to heavy bruising on her upper thighs, I have ordered a rape kit to be completed, which is currently in progress, and I feel that I have to warn you I believe she was sexually assaulted multiple times. Two; due to the extent of her injuries, and the risks involved with not only a severe head injury, but also the rib cage damage as well as complications from the bullet wound; we have been forced to place Agent Prentiss into a medically induced coma to give her body time to heal. Now, we are going to keep her in this condition for the next few days while we wait out any complications that may arise, but I need to warn you that after that time we will be easing her off the life support machines, and if she doesn't function on her own within days of that time; I regret to tell you that she most likely won't wake up at all.'

It was another half an hour of waiting before yet another doctor joined the team in the waiting room.

'Family of Taylor Williams?' a younger man with a medical file surveyed the room.

Taking a deep breath, and hold of both JJ and Penelope's hands, Andrea looked up. 'I'm her mother.'

Nodding, the doctor came and sat opposite her.

'Okay. My name is Alex Cook; I'm the doctor who is treating Taylor.'

'Treating. As in…'

'As in I'm glad to say your daughter is still with us Mrs Williams.'

'Yeah?'

'Yes Mrs Williams, which I have to say I'm eternally grateful for, she's the only other person who can hold their drinks as much as me on nights out' he chuckled.

'You know her?'

He nodded. 'We went through college and then med school together. I know Emily too. So here's what happened, we lost her a couple times, but you and I both know she's a fighter. She has some superficial injuries, a grade two concussion and bruised ribs, but to be honest she has more defensive wounds than anything else. Due to the stab wound; she lost a lot of blood. We are going to have her going through blood transfusions the next few hours to keep her stable. Her internal injuries due to the knife were severe, but we got them under control and sewed up. I know she came in with Emily; and after consulting her doctor, we ran a rape kit on Taylor too, but I'm relieved to tell you it came up clean; she wasn't sexually assaulted at any point okay?'

Relieved by that revelation, Andrea asked what she really wanted to know. 'So she's going to be fine?'

'She's stable at the moment, although she's in intensive care along with Emily due to their injuries. She's still with us because of whoever kept pressure on her injury; otherwise the blood loss would've been too vast for her to recover. However, she still lost a lot of blood, and her internal injuries are serious, so I don't want to promise you she'll be fine. Truth is - we've been forced to place Taylor into a medically induced coma to prevent any complications. When we take her off the life support machines, it's basically a fifty/fifty chance that she'll function on her own again.'

JJ entered the hospital room still in her scrubs with Derek at her side; feeling like a medical student way out of her depth. Emily looked so small and fragile in the bed; with wires all over her and machines doing the living for her. Cuts, scratches and bruises adorned every piece of bare skin she could see, and as she took a seat by the side of her bed she was overwhelmed by what a person could go through in just a few days.

As JJ took Emily's hand and held on tight, she repeated the same phrase over and over in her mind.

Just make sure you wake up Emily; we all need you. Taylor needs you.

A/N: Well there you go! They've been rescued! Hope you liked bad-ass JJ busting in with her cheesy one-liner hahaha

I know I'm cruel putting them both in the same life-or-death situation, but neither one of them was going to wake up straight after surgery 100% fine; so lets just see what happens next…

Also I know it's not medically perfect but I hope it sounded like it haha

This one was more team-centred I know, so I hope it made sense and that you guys liked it despite lack of Emily and Taylor!

I am aware it was JJ and Derek heavy but I wanted them to find them and then for you guys to see them dealing with that... And no, femslash fans this isn't going to suddenly shift into a JJ/Emily story; despite how much I wrote JJ in this chapter. I was trying to convey a best friend worrying about another best friend, and I hope it came across that way!

Thoughts/reviews?