Sit Down and Shut Up

Chapter 3

You took your spot at the bar waiting for the unsub to approach. You had a general idea of what he would look and act like, so you were hoping to catch onto him pretty soon after he approached you and got to talking. All you needed was for him to give any hint of a confession so that you could bring him in.

You weren't able to find anywhere to holster a weapon in the dress you were wearing, but it didn't make you feel any less protected or bare because you knew that your team was surrounding you on all sides, and SWAT were strategically placed outside the club.

Not even 20 minutes after you were stood at the bar drinking one of the virgin vodka cranberry's you had the bartender make you, a man matching the profile of the killer approached you. Although his behaviour was off, he was more confident in the way he spoke and acted toward you. Openly flirting and lightly grazing his hand up your arm, making your skin crawl. You didn't know how you were going to get anything out of the guy, but you had to try. After a solid 10 minutes of talking and dryly flirting, the unsub made the suggestion of leaving the club with him. At first, you were slightly unsettled knowing that you weren't armed, but with Morgan and Emily both reassuring you through your ear piece that they would have you covered the entire time, you decided to leave the club with the unsub.

As you were walking to his car, so that he could presumably bring you home and do all those horrible things to you, his hand snaked around your waist pulling you closer to him, with his other hand he put a gun to your side.

"You think I don't know you're an FBI agent? Do you really think I'm that stupid?" He growled in your ear.

You had to play dumb and pretend you didn't know what he was talking about, so with the fakest fear you could muster, you looked up at him pretending to be terrified.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about. Please don't hurt me"

Digging the gun further into your side causing you to wince from the slight pain it had caused, you could hear Morgan and Emily through your ear piece telling you not to panic, that they had the SWAT guys getting into position with a sniper on one of the roofs.

"You think you can lie to me huh!? You think you can manipulate me and get me to tell you all those horrible things I did to those women? Ha, you wish!" The unsub yelled at you as you approached his car.

He threw you against his car and you hit your head on the passenger door, causing your vision to blur slightly. The only thing you could make out was his gun pointing directly at you. You heard Morgan give SWAT the order to move in, but before they could get to you, the unsub shot his weapon shooting right into your abdomen. Pain seared through your entire body and tears began to form in your eyes from the immense pain the bullet left. Just as the unsub raised his gun to aim at your head, you heard Hotch's voice ring through the parking lot.

"FBI, lower your weapon!!" Hotch bellowed from where he stood at the front of the unsubs car.

The unsub turned and looked at Hotch while a sly smirk played on his lips, before turning his gun back to you and about to pull the trigger again. Before he could, Hotch shot him twice in the body and once in the head. As the unsub fell to the ground, Hotch rushed to kick his gun away from the body before running toward you and putting pressure on the wound in your abdomen.

Your vision remained blurry and you could feel yourself slipping out of consciousness.

"Y/N, stay with me. Stay with me baby, you can't go yet. You hear me? We're only getting started."

Those were the last words you heard Hotch say before everything went black.