A Different Kind of Love

Cowgirl

"I got it, Derek." You stated, pulling on your FBI vest. The straps made a satisfying swish sound as you smashed the velcro down.

Derek held his hands up, "Got it, Cowgirl." You rolled your eyes as you checked that your Glocks were in their correct locations. One on your hip and one on your ankle. Combat knife hidden at the back of your belt.

"How many times have I told you to stop calling me that?" You growled, "And any word from Hotch?"

"This'll be one hundred and four times." Spencer blurted from beside the SUV, strapping on his own vest. You glared at Derek, just now realizing how childish he was.

"Damn you, kid. And nothing yet, Co- Y/l/n." Derek corrected himself as he loaded his gun and slid it into his holster.

"You calling it?" You asked, cocking your gun, eyes dark as you looked up at him.

Derek nodded, turning to Spencer, "You'll stay here and man the radio. Any word from Hotch and you let us know, kid." Spencer looked relieved, not one to want to take fire. Derek glanced at you, "We're gonna have to split, you good with that?"

You smiled, "Honey, I can take care of myself."

Derek smirked, "I see why Rossi gets a kick out of you." You huffed as he gestured for you to round the land to the barn, he'd be going the other way. "Stay safe." He ordered, "I don't need him kicking my ass."

"You got it." You hummed into your earpiece, already a distance away from him and the SUV. You pointed your gun out, swiveling your head as you tramped through the land. It was made up of sparse trees, prickly bushes, and dead grass.

"Nothing here." Derek crackled through, "Y/l/n?"

You rounded a tree, the barrel of your gun directed at the barn. There were no signs of movement. "Nada."

"Loop back. Pretty boy, any news?" There was no answer. "Reid." Your eyes shot to the SUV a few football fields away, eyebrows furrowing. "Kid, this isn't a joke. Do you copy?" Derek cursed, "Y/n-"

"I'm going." You muttered, taking off towards the SUV. You saw Derek off to the other side, coming from his position. As you crossed the bare land, mind set on making sure your best friend was safe, a shot crackled in the air. A bullet whizzed past your face. "Fuck!" you shouted, diving to the ground.

"Move, move!!" Derek ordered in the earpiece. More shots whizzed by, landing in the dirt next to your arms and legs. "Y/n!!" his voice was distant, your ear piece having fallen out. You covered your head with your hands, but as you saw familiar converse beside the SUV tire, you shot up. "Y/N!!!" You stumbled down, just making it to the car. You pushed open the doors, taking cover behind them.

Your eyes snapped to an unconscious Spencer Reid, a gash in his forehead. One quick touch and you found his pulse as you pulled him into the car, tucking him on backseat floor for protection. More bullets splattered onto the SUV, leaving bullet holes.

Silence followed.

You peeked up, gun drawn. You saw Derek hidden behind a knocked over barrel. His head swiveled around, trying to find where the shots had come from moments before. You had no means of communication with your ear piece lost.

"Fucking hell." You knew you had to do something. Derek was a sitting duck, he'd be found by any man who knew how to shoot a rifle. Your eyes scanned the land. Barren. Few places to duck behind. Like a goddamn war zone. You cocked your gun. "Sorry, Dave."

You flew out of the car, sliding to the ground. Loud shots could be heard as you were fired on. You just needed to give Derek time, time to find where the shots were coming from. You pushed yourself up and ran, ran as fast as you could to cover further up. You saw Derek move out of the corner of your eye. He understood, God love him.

You rolled three times, a bullet embedding itself right where you had been. You sprang up, eye searching. You saw a flash from the silo beside the barn. You fired rapidly, hoping Derek got the message. He did. He ran straight for it, going around the back.

"Get him, Derek." you said under your breath, falling to the ground. Blood formed rapidly on your left shoulder and arm. Sacrifice for the greater good. Your mouth went dry, shots still being fired towards you. You cried out as a bullet grazed your head, clipping your right ear. You forced your body to roll.

The bullets stopped all of the sudden and you prayed for once in your life, hoping Derek had got ahold of him. When no more came, you let out a deep breath, breathing through the pain. Gravel flew as two SUV's and three police cruisers barreled down the deserted road.

You lifted your head, seeing Derek pulling a man out of the silo. He pushed him into the ground with his knee ad you chuckled, head falling back, "Anotha' win."

Car doors slammed, shouts ringing out. "Y/n?!" you heard a familiar voice shout. You had enough energy to lift your right arm up. Footsteps descended on you and then a wonderfully familiar face came into view.

"Hey, babe.." you mumbled.

David Rossi pressed his hands to your shoulder, face hard, "Couldn't have waited?"

You smiled weakly, "We had it.."

"Clearly." He grunted, head lifting up as he shouted for an ambulance to be called. He looked back down at you, "What the hell am I going to dow with you?"

You sighed, "Buy me a yacht..?"

His lips turned up, "I told you it's a waste, tesoro."

"I think she deserves a yacht." Derek stated as he walked over, dirt smothering his clothes. His right cheek was bruised, but other than that he looked okay. He leaned down, "That was fucking stupid. Cowgirl."

You smirked, "One hundred and five."

A grin spread across Derek's face, "Pretty boy's fine. He's already asking for you."

You hummed, "Gonna have to wait...."

"W-"

"Need to uh... pass out.." you squeezed Rossi's hand, "Love you.. honey..." and your head dropped back, eyelids sliding close.