"It's over. Give it up, now."
"No," you reply assertively, not breaking your resolves. You clutch the small bag in your hands tighter, wrapping your fingers around the straps that keep it closed.
You feel a sharp pain in your side. When you look down, there's a flowing river of red blood streaming down your leg from the fresh wound.
Screaming out in pain, you clutch the bag harder. You try to feel what's inside. It's heavy and clunky but you can't quite make out the contents.
A dull, cold metal pushes against your temple. You hear a faint click.
"Your last chance. Give it up now." A hooded figure says.
"Never" you hiss.
"Then say goodbye to your precious little team." And that's when you saw them, all together, pressed to the wall opposite you and looking just as scared as you felt.
And you knew the unsub had won. Once again, he outsmarted you, and now someone had to pay for it. You just prayed it wouldn't have to be them.
You gulped as you still felt the cold metal against the skin of your head. Still clutching your wound with one hand, you half-hazardly chucked the bag away with another.
"Better," the man chuckles "but as always, too little, too late."
Then there was a loud, banging noise that screeched in your ear. The shot went off.
You sat straight up in bed, clutching the sheets in your fists. There were light tears suddenly dripping down your face and neck, as if you had been crying before you even woke up. You had a light headache, soft and faint but persistent with light pressure on the back of your neck. And it certainly wasn't being made better by the loud buzzing noise in your room. Where was that noise?
You located your phone and quickly realized you were receiving a call.
"Hello?" You say, still groggy from sleep as you answer the call.
"Hello, my lovely" a bright voice greets on the other line.
"Penelope, it's way too early for you to be this happy" you tease.
"It's never too early to be happy sweetheart" she argues "but it sounds to me like you're tired. I wouldn't be too happy either."
"Pshh" you scoff "I'm great. Never been better. Although I wish you wouldn't have woken me up at this God-awful hour." You rub your eyes, trying to abandon your sleepiness. You were definitely not a morning person.
"Not my decision, unfortunately" she sighs "my orders come straight from the boss himself."
"Great" you sigh, massaging your temples "and what does he want?"
"You to get your backside in the office before the briefing," she says "and if I were you, I'd listen. He's in an extra Hotch-y mood, today."
"A case?" You question.
"Yepperooni."
"Alright, I'll be in soon" you inform her.
"Alright, see you soon!" She says "Penelope out."
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