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Hotch frantically made calls to the team, hoping the EMT was going to arrive within the next four minutes. "JJ, Prentiss has been shot. Call the rest of the team right now. I'm going to Prentiss's house right now. I want the rest of the team to her house. Right now." Hotch hung up before JJ could even respond

Hotch was still at the BAU. He never left. He meant to, he really did, but he was reading the case file so he never made it. He was actually studying it. He was the star profiler, the unit chief. Shouldn't he know someone who was targeting Prentiss?

Hotch got in an FBI van outside the parking lot, calling up Garcia.

"Sir, it's two a.m. Wait, you would only call me if there was something wrong... What's wrong?"

"Prentiss has been shot. Pull up EMT records right now. I need you to make sure one is being sent to her house. We have under two minutes to get to her house or she is going to die. I'm on my way there, but..." Hotch trailed off. "We might not get there in time."

Garcia gasped from the other side of the phone, putting her hand over her mouth as she stifled a sob. "Ok, sir. I'm pulling it up right now. It looks like an ambulance was sent to her house one minute ago. The nearest hospital is on average six minutes away with average traffic."

Damn it. The ambulance could get there in time. But it was unlikely. With every second passing, it became unlikely that Prentiss was going to survive. 

Hotch was still two minutes from Emily's house. He sped up, turning on his police sirens. He hoped that the rest of the team was on their way. They were going to need to be there fast if they wanted to see Emily. 

He had to face the facts. The team had to be there before Emily died. They had to be there for her, too.

Hotch spent the car ride silent. He couldn't let Emily die. He had sent her home. He knew what happened last time. Poor Elle. He was thirty seconds away from Emily's house, pulling onto her street. The lack of an ambulance in her driveway concerned him greatly.

He threw the door open, slamming it shut. As soon as he got out, sirens began sounding. Thank God the ambulances were there. He ran up to her door, opening it, but not before medical escorted him out of the way.

"I'm FBI, god damn it, that's my agent in there!" He tried pushing past them, but they shoved him back. 

"Sir, I know. Let us do our job." The response was not the one Hotch had hoped for. But he knew they were right. He waited for thirty seconds before there was shouting from the inside. 

Prentiss was being lifted outside. She was alive. She turned to Hotch, staring into his eyes before she closed them. "She's lost a lot of blood! Get her into the ambulance now." Orders came from the doctors, overlapping each other. 

When she arrived in the ambulance, orders came. "Blood pressure dropping. Oxygen levels low. We're going to have to shock her. 1... 2... 3... Clear!" Hotch knew what that meant. Emily was dying. The team had better get there fast before she was fully gone.

"1... 2... 3..." They shocked Emily, and she gasped, coming back from the dead in a way. "Levels are starting to stabilize." The ambulance was soon down the street. Hotch needed to wait for the rest of the team to arrive before he began investigating.

Whoever this unsub was, she had left her clues behind with Prentiss. It was JJ who arrived first. "Hotch, where is Emily? Is she ok?!" JJ was absolutely terrified. 

"She's in the ambulance. She's... alive. We need to see the crime scene, right now. The unsub can't be far. We won't be able to see Emily in the hospital. We need to get these clues."

Morgan, Reid, and Rossi arrived seconds later. Everything was unfolding so fast. "What happened to Emily?" Reid asked. 

"Is she ok?" Morgan added. Deep down they both knew that she wasn't ok. It had been made very clear that Emily had been shot. "Ok" only meant alive. It didn't mean she was doing well.

"I honestly don't know. We aren't going to be able to see her yet. I want us on the crime scene. JJ, you get Garcia and go to the hospital. You need to see her right now. Make sure she is ok."

"Hotch, I'm going to see her, too. I need to see her. If she ends up being ok- No, when she ends up being ok, we could use a profiler," Rossi said.

"Ok, Dave, you go. Reid, Morgan, I want you on the scene with me. Our unsub's identity is going to be at this crime scene. JJ, call me right away if you get any, and I mean any, updates on Prentiss's condition. Now, go."

As soon as Reid, Morgan, and Hotch stepped inside, they looked around. Clear signs of struggle, Emily's information all gone, her gun and purse's contents strewn all along the floor. Her ID had obviously been taken. That wasn't what stood out, though.

On the walls, written in blood, was a single word. Rules. "How was I this dumb? I have an eidetic memory." Reid was mad at himself.

"What is it, pretty boy? I'm not seeing any-" Morgan came to the same realization that Reid had

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"What is it, pretty boy? I'm not seeing any-" Morgan came to the same realization that Reid had. Everyone knew what was going on. It was only a question of who said it first. It took a couple of minutes for anyone to say anything. No one wanted to admit what was happening. Because there was everything wrong with it. They didn't want to admit the betrayal they were all feeling.

"Morgan, call Garcia. We were looking at this wrong. Elle's our unsub. As Morgan reached for his phone, Hotch's phone rang. 

"It's JJ," Hotch said answering the phone. "What is it, JJ? Is everything ok with-"

"Hotch, get the rest of the team to the hospital. Now."

Author's Note:

Sorry for another cliffhanger, guys. I promise to write the next chapter today so I can upload it tomorrow. I hate doing this to you guys, but I have to make it entertaining. I hope you enjoyed it, and I thank you for the support. It's truly been overwhelming. I hope you guys are doing well, and I can't wait for the next part of the story, either. 

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