Round Six: Free For All
Until April 5th, 2012
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Round Six Rules:
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Title: Breathless (1/?)
Rating: PG (for now)
Summary: A bust goes south. Teamfic.
Blam.
Blam!
There was a thud and a groan. Then nothing.
Emily swung her flashlight and gun towards the gunshots and saw Morgan do the same. Whatever had just happened was on the other side of the house. Definitely inside the house, not muffled enough to be outside the walls where more officers were waiting. Who was covering that side? Was it Hotch and JJ? Rossi and the police chief? Her mind was blank. Reid was safe at least, back at the police station with a broken toe.
They waited a beat. Damn it. There was no noise, no reassuring crackle of the radio to tell them that the UNSUB was down. She looked towards Morgan, his face impassive as he inched towards the archway into the hall and she fell into step behind him, clearing a closet as they went, lights trailing along just in front of their feet.
There was a creak as they stepped into the carpeted hallway and Prentiss felt her heart jump into her throat, walking into the back of the solid wall of muscle in front of her. Derek cocked his head. There was another creak - from the top of the stairs, Emily thought.
Before she knew what was happening, she was flying backwards; on her ass, scrabbling for a better grip on her weapon, before she realised that it was Derek who’d knocked her back, before raising his gun at the dark figure charging at them from across the hall.
“FBI! Put your hands up!” He managed to get out, just before the figure was almost upon him and he raised his gun. He didn’t get the chance to shoot; the gun flash from the top of the stairs cut the attacker short, about a metre from him.
Morgan kneeled to check the suddenly still man’s pulse, and Emily found herself already on her feet, sweeping pass him, gun still in hand. She rushed pass Rossi who is running down the stairs, holstering his still hot sidearm. She walked through another archway, into what must have been the family living room and stopped short at the sight.
“Oh my God!”
Rossi was all business, calling the ambulance and summoning the back-up in, calling Morgan, telling him to ring Garcia, but she was stuck, the wind knocked out of her and she can hear her own voice, shrill and high, stuck on repeat.
“Oh my God!”
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Title: Breathless (3/?)
"Resident genius and beauty queen extraordinaire speaking, speak now or-"
"Garcia!" Derek cut her off and she fell silent with shock: Derek never cut her off. Not like that. Hotch, Rossi and maybe JJ. But not Derek.
"What is it?" Her voice came out small and thin as she reached for one of the stuffed toys on her desktop. She was almost too afraid to ask. She could hear him breathing heavily on the line.
"It's Hotch and JJ. The UNSUB managed to sneak up on them…" His voice tailed off and Penelope wanted to shake him, what was happening? She found herself snapping at him.
"What is it? What's happening? Talk to me, Derek!"
"They're being taken to the hospital now," a hitch in his speaking, "but it doesn't look good."
"What? For who?" Her blood felt like ice.
"I don't know. Rossi and Prentiss are with them but there's a lot blood." Garcia wanted to smack him. She knew it wasn't his fault but didn't he know that she needed more than this?
There were voices in the background and Morgan was speaking to someone - Penelope strained to hear what was happening. The only word she heard, one of the last she wanted to hear, was 'critical'.
"Derek! What did he say? What's happening?"
"Baby girl," he was frustratingly slow, "I think you need to get on the next plane out here."
This was really happening. She made herself breathe, worried that she would forget. In. Out. In. Out. Was JJ doing this? Was Hotch? In. Out.
"Right. I'll do that." She told him before she disconnected the call. Disconcerted by her own calm, she pulled up the contact number for the airline, making this next flight was going to be a push, but she had to make it. Not making it was inconceivable. She swept her things into her bag and grabbed her faux-fur coat, oblivious to the tears running down her face.
The drive to the airport was both the fastest and slowest cab ride of her life. She couldn't stop thinking about JJ and Hotch and yet, couldn't process it at all. It was the mental equivalent of burning metal, she couldn't stop fretting over it, yet when she tried to get a grip on it, she couldn't help but recoil.
For the first time in her life, she used her FBI badge for favourable treatment, getting herself through security in less than five minutes so she could run for the gate with ten minutes to spare. She was grateful the team were only in Nashville. Nothing could happen in the time it would take her to get there, surely?
She settled into her seat, ignoring the looks from the businessman next to her, not caring about the state she was in. She leant her head back and closed her eyes and let herself dream that everything was going to be alright. They were due some good fortune. This would be a false alarm and they could go back to being shiny, happy, lucky people.
She ignored the seizing of her heart that told her that their luck had run out, and that there would be no happy ending, this time. She refused to think about little Henry, with his dad in DC. Nor Jack, who had already had such a hard little life. Or that sometimes, the world isn't fair, and that people you love just die.
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