Justice before Blood ~ A Criminal Minds FanFiction Series ~ COMPLETED

*Lifeless*

------ Dr. Reid; Time: 11:13am

"Reid! We have to get her out of the way!" Morgan yells at me.

Tears starts to form and I eventually nod. Morgan grabs Carrie as I pull out my gun. We walk back behind the car while Morgan softly places her down against the end of the car and JJ runs up beside Carrie.

"She's breathing!" JJ yells at everyone. I look at the father and his reaction changes as she isn't dead yet.

He aim at Morgan as he shoots at the other.

"Morgan-"

James pulls the trigger and Morgan falls to the ground. James hops into a car and drives off and Prentiss quickly gets in a SUV and drives off, after him. Morgan sits up and throws his gun towards the ground. He growls under his own breath as he slowly stands up.

I see Carrie slowly opens her eyes.

"Carrie, I need you to stay awake!" I overhear JJ.

Hotch runs up to us. "The medics are on there way!"

The sirens start from a distance. They aren't coming fast enough.

"Carrie! Carrie!" JJ voice shakes more.

I look at Carrie. Her body starts to become paler as more time passes by. Tears start to stream down in everyone eyes.

"I-I can't get a pulse!" JJ yells.

An ambulance pulls up. Morgan picks her up and runs towards the medics; bringing out the stretcher. I run up towards Morgan. He lays her down and they quickly push her away.

"Can I go with her?" I ask quickly.

They nod and I quickly hop in. The doors slam behind me as I take a seat beside Carrie. I grab her hand. It's so cold, it's like the heat just pushed the life away. Her hand softly squeezes mine again and again.

They hook her up to machines everywhere, all against her pale skin and fragile body. The heartless, long flatline comes on and my heart sinks. They yell the hurtful word that starts to hopefully bring life back to the dead

"Everything is going to be okay." I say.

---- Carrie Chase

The door doesn't swing open just yet. It's only 4:30, but it's coming close to five. The time when the horror begins. Unless I can run. Run and never come back. I have thirty minutes, I can pack and leave. Stay for a few so he won't suspect a thing.

I run up the stairs into my bedroom. I grab my gym bag from my finishing days in college. Anything to stay away. I'm leaving and never coming back.

I shove anything and everything needed. The door open and slams shut. Has it been thirty minutes?

I grab my bag and start to head downstair. I can already smell the beer creeping around the halls. I walk past the table and I see him beside me.

"Where are you going freak!"

"No where."