Alexis was busy working at Grey's Hospital, her mind split between her duties and the sudden, unexpected news she had received that morning. Her mother, pregnant with another child, had come in for a checkup. The doctor confirmed it was a boy, and Alexis was trying to focus on her mother's health while processing the new reality that she would soon have another sibling.
Meanwhile, the BAU team was dealing with a serious case, investigating the leader of a terrorist group based in Guantanamo Bay. This person had been tied to numerous plans for destruction, and the team was working against the clock to prevent a terrifying national disaster. But Alexis had no idea about the danger looming over the hospital.
In Guantanamo Bay, Jason Gideon was speaking with the terrorist leader, trying to gather any information that could prevent an attack. The conversation was tense as the terrorist asked Gideon, "So, you're a Christian?"
Gideon, calm and focused, responded, "Yes."
The terrorist seemed to linger on this, probing deeper into Gideon's personal life. "Do you have children?" the man asked, his voice carrying a strange mixture of curiosity and something darker.
Gideon felt a jolt of realization. "I have a daughter. She doesn't know I'm her father," he replied, carefully watching the terrorist's reaction.
The terrorist went silent for a moment before speaking again, his voice low. "I lost my son," he muttered, as though the weight of the loss carried the words. "I want to make others feel the same pain."
Gideon felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. He'd been too focused on stopping the plot, and now, he understood why the terrorist was so interested in his personal life. It wasn't just about the mission—it was about vengeance for his own loss. The man was desperate to make others suffer.
Spencer Reid, ever the brilliant profiler, caught the clue that Gideon missed—a subtle reference to a place. It was Grey's Hospital. They didn't know how or why, but they knew they had to act quickly.
Gideon quickly devised a plan to throw the terrorist off balance. He created a fake news video showing Grey's Hospital as the target, feeding it directly to the terrorist leader. The man was distracted, and Gideon immediately gave the order: "Put him in jail. He can't hurt anyone now."
He wasted no time and rushed back to the jet, anxious to get to Alexis. His heart raced as he thought about her safety. The team had no idea how close they were to the danger. And with Grey's Hospital at risk, they couldn't afford to wait another second.
Gideon quickly dialed Alexis's number, his voice filled with urgency. "Alexis, you need to get out of the hospital now. There's a serious threat."
Before Alexis could respond, there was a sudden, deafening explosion. The phone line went dead, and Gideon's heart sank into his chest. He knew that the explosion had happened at the hospital. Alexis was there. She was in danger.
Seconds felt like hours as the jet touched down at the hospital. The team rushed off, ready to find Alexis and make sure she was safe. The devastation was evident—rubble, smoke, and debris were scattered everywhere. But where was Alexis?
As they pushed forward, they found her, lying on the ground. The explosion had thrown her several feet, and her body was battered and bruised. Her clothes were torn, and she was unconscious. Blood stained her hospital uniform. The team quickly gathered around her, but Gideon was the first to reach her side.
"Alexis, stay with me," Gideon said, his voice tight with fear and worry. He could feel her pulse, weak but still there. "Help is here."
Alexis barely stirred, but Gideon noticed her eyes fluttering open for a moment. Her gaze was confused, unfocused. But when she saw him, something in her expression softened. "Gideon?" she whispered, barely able to form the words.
