A/N: Here's another one, thank you for the follows and the reviews! Please keep them coming I'm rushing to work so I had to kinda rush to finish this up, it's kind of a filler and we're off to a slow start but thanks for sticking with me I hope I'm doing good and it'll get juicier, I promise. More Reid/Caitlyn next chapter! Just need to establish some ground first.

It was never easy to see someone's life change before their eyes. The way that their brow would furrow, their hands would begin to shake as their brain would use every ounce of its strength to get them to formulate a thought, something to say or do. This wasn't the first time Caitlyn had seen this. She had experienced it before herself, but being the one to deliver news to someone who was just going for a ride in their car and telling them that they may possibly be blown to smithereens was never easy.

"Oh good god, why," the woman began, tears starting to form in her eyes and she put the car in park and rested her head on the headrest.

"It's going to be okay, I'm not going to leave you. You're going to be okay." Caitlyn said softly, grabbing the woman's hand in hers.

"Now I need you to stay very still, I'm going to look under your seat." Caitlyn continued as she saw the bomb tech approaching, she needed to get a better look at the device in order to increase the chances of a successful extraction. It took every muscle in her body to keep herself calm, no matter how many take downs or shoot outs, no matter how many times she had looked death in the eye and won, she was still human.

"Every device this guy has made has been very basic, I'm guessing that this is just a simple action compression detonator," Caitlyn said softly to the bomb tech, trying not to let the woman who was actually sitting ontop of it hear as she was saying quiet prayers to herself. "It can be disengaged like a door latch, you know what to do."

"Yeah we should be okay," the bomb tech said to Morgan as they both walked over towards Hotch to explain what was going on.

"If there's any Mercury in that, we got problems." Morgan responded.

The bomb tech nodded and went to go get the needed tools to unhook the latch that would dis-arm the bomb and get Amelia to safety.

"You're going to be just fine," Caitlyn said softly to the woman as tears rolled down her face. The young agent reached forward and wiped one from underneath her eyes, "you're going to be okay."

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"Thanks, Hotch." Gideon said in the quiet office as Doctor Reid awaited to hear what was on the other side, "yeah I got it." And with that he hung up to turn to the rest of the patrons in the room.

"So?" Reid asked, standing up and crossing his arms. This was something the young doctor would never get used to either, no matter how many times his fellow team mates would be in danger and no matter how well he knew that they were aware of the danger that they put themselves in everyday.

"The bomb tech is just about ready." Gideon stated, sliding his phone in his pocket and sitting on the couch.

"Maybe we should get over there." Reid suggested, even though he would never get used to it, it felt different this time.

"Nope," Gideon breathed, "we would just be in the way."

"Well," The young doctor started, looking down at the floor and then up at Gideon. Reid knew that Gideon knew him better than anyone else and respected his decision even though he wanted to be on that rooftop. He tried to choose his words selectively, but the reason that it was different this time slipped out and he knew Gideon would know what the young doctor was feeling even if Spencer didn't know himself and Gideon probably already did, "what about Caitlyn?"

"She hasn't changed her mind."

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Caitlyn held both of the woman's hands in hers, using her thumbs to rub the tops of her hands. The woman had stopped crying now and was just starting into the distance, probably thinking about her life, what she could have done differently and regretting getting into her car. Caitlyn didn't even flinch when she heard Hotch's voice from beside her, it was low and steady.

"Robertson, I am ordering you to step away from the car." he said in a stern tone, as if he was speaking to a child misbehaving and didn't want to raise his voice to bring attention to other parents in the supermarket.

"Agent Hotchner, I respect you but I'm not leaving her." Caitlyn answered, the woman turning her stone gaze for the first time in what seemed like an eternity. She made a connection with hers and Caitlyn could almost feel the fear and sorrow surrounding her, mixing in with her own fear of being blown up on a rooftop.

"You should listen to your friends," she said softly. Caitlyn shook her head,

"Hey, don't do that. Don't turn on me Doc, we're in this together, I said I was staying with you. You're not being left alone."

"How old are you?"

"27."

"You're just a baby, Caitlyn. You don't have to die up here with me."
"Stop that," Caitlyn said, squeezing her hands tighter, "you're not going to die and neither am I."

"You're so young. Don't you have a boyfriend or a husband, I don't really have anybody."

"I don't. So I have you and you got me, alright?"

At that moment Hotch shook his head and left the area to join Morgan on the sidelines as the bomb tech approached the car.

"Alright, now she has one of my hands," Caitlyn said loudly to the bomb tech, "so you're going to have to be mine. Do what you have to do." She ordered. She kept her eyes on the woman who was beginning to shake with fear, Caitlyn tried to steady her hands by holding them tighter.

"It's going to be okay, tell me something about yourself. Don't focus on what's going on right now," Caitlyn said in an effort to distract her.

"Do you ever want to have kids?" The woman asked.

"Yeah, maybe one day."

"Why are you alone, you're an amazing woman. There's no um…" she fumbled with her words as the bomb tech started to go under the woman seat. "There's no one in your life?"

"Well, I think there may be someone, but I don't really know him and I'm pretty sure he hates me." Caitlyn said cracking a smile which in turn made the woman laugh lightly.

"That's how it always works doesn't it? Life has a funny way of working and so do people. That's why I love science it always had a way of being exact and not surprising you."
"Yeah well Doctor, the way I feel about him surprises myself. I'm around dudes all day, nice looking ones too," Caitlyn said trying to keep the conversation light, "but I cared about my work and helping people, like we're going to help you now."

"So you've never noticed anyone before?"
"Not really," Caitlyn said honestly, "and the one I do hates me." That brought another chuckle from the woman again, Caitlyn smiled knowing that she was keeping her distracted and able to make her smile. Even though the young agent could only be focused on the bomb tech working under the seat. One thing Caitlyn was always able to do was make the worst situations somewhat funny. She used her humor as a defense mechanism whenever she felt awkward or uncomfortable. Sometimes it wasn't the best, but it helped sometimes. She continued to speak to the woman, not taking her eyes off as the bomb tech worked underneath them. What if she were to blow up right here on the rooftop. She always tried to not think that way, and think positive but what if?

xxx

"I don't see anything in this manifesto, all I see is some psychopath babbling about my novel and taking it completely out of context." The author said, placing down the manuscript and taking off her glasses.

"Listen," Gideon started, standing up and taking steps towards the desk, "I have a young agent who is young and that I respect risking her life because of this psychopath, read it again."

"Please," Reid said softly, "just read through it one more time."

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"You're going to be just fine." Caitlyn repeated as Hotch and Morgan watched safely from behind a vehicle. She heard the sliding of metal as the bomb tech began to extract the device. Caitlyn held her breath as she began to extract the device. She knew they were in the clear as she slid it from under the seat and started to walk away. The woman lurched from her seat and grabbed onto Caitlyn so tight, soaking the shoulder of her shirt in tears.

"Oh dear Jesus, thank you, thank you so much."

Caitlyn stood up and continued to hold the woman as she returned the embrace just as tight and able to breathe easy it seemed as though she was holding her breath the whole time.

"Agent, you tell that boy you like him. You're very hard to hate. Thank you so much." she sobbed.

"That was lucky," the assisting officer said to Hotch as he watched the scene.

"Yeah, this time." Hotch responded as he phoned Gideon to let him know the status of the Doctor and Caitlyn.

The woman was taken to an ambulance to make sure that she was okay and then to be transported to a safe location. Caitlyn looked down at the ground as she walked over to Morgan and her supervisor, unsure of what he was going to say.

"Hotch I…"

"Robertson, you blatantly defied my orders back there. I told you that you were not apart of this team, and that you would be on a very strict watch," Hotch scolded.

"Hotch, come on…" Morgan started but was cut off.

"I wasn't finished. That was extremely reckless and you could have lost your life and that would have been on me. But you helped that woman and were extremely helpful, we'll discuss your actions back at the office." he finished and then walked away to continue to talk to Gideon. Caitlyn looked at Morgan,

"So… was that a compliment, or am I in deep shit?"

"I think you're good. That was a noble thing you did, staying with her." Morgan answered, "but don't be pulling that hero bullshit all the time, big shot."

"Yeah, that definitely isn't the kind of situation I'm trying to get myself into like… ever again. Being blown up is the last way that I want to die."

"Yeah if you did boy genius would lose the only girl on the planet thats into him."

"MORGAN!"