At that point, I was really really annoyed with it all. Everything. I couldn't do anything without it all crashing and burning. I wanted it to end. "I'll be right there." I say to him. "Sorry guys." I say and hang up. I look at the floor, about to transform from my anger. I wanted to kill something. I remember the time a wolf was in the backyard. Sighing, I literally stand up, and limb to the door. Jake after me with it. I go outside, and go into Jake's car, which he unlocks. I sit in the passenger's seat. He cusses. "Liz, your so young. You have four kids, and you got married. Take a break won't you?" He says. "I will once everything's done. Thanks Jake." I say and he begins driving me home. "And don't walk on that leg again." He says, but trails off when we pull up. Probably a dozen police cars. Right now, all I didn't want was a crutch. Morgan taps on Jake's window. Jake rolls it down. "Sir...- Liz come on out." He says. Jake looked like he was about to have a heart attack. "Thanks Jake. Sorry about the scare." I say and grab the wheel chair. "Liz, sit." Morgan says, and I see Jake drive away. "Do I have to?" I whine. He gives me a look, and I sit. I wheel after Morgan, and stand- Well sit tall, by the team. "What exactly is happening?" I ask. They begin a big story. Families like me and the girls were being killed. Reid began the long story, and finished after a while. "Why didn't you tell me?" I demand. Reid opens his mouth again. "We didn't want to worry you." Morgan says. "Worry me? That I was being stalked with the girls. Nice." I say, worried and annoyed. It showed in my voice too much. I couldn't hold everything in. "Why don't we move in? Why are we just out here, when Hotch is in there?" I ask. Rossi speaks up, "He's improvising. He's in there." He says. "What?" I ask loudly. "Do you know what happned last time that happened?" I ask him, staring at him. "We technically weren't there Liz. That was all by surprise." Reid pipes up. I look at him, but I just wanted to pick up my own gun and shoot my own head. I just didn't want any more hurt. I hear yelling, and then a few screams. I hear Hotch yell once, and two... Three gun shots. I sit there, head in my hands, and scream out the third time. I let go of squeezing Morgan's hand, as he goes into the house. I sit there, feeling so hopeless. I wanted to die right there. How could it be? How did I, their mother, let this happen. Lindsey could've been alive. Aiden could've been alive. Even Anthony. I sob into my hands, not knowing anything going on. Just thinking about those deaths. Because of me. All those families I could've saved their broken hearts. I didn't know quite what to say. Nothing. I felt nothing. I feel someone touch my shoulder. I look up and wipe one of my eyes quickly. It was Hotch. What could be the news now?
