Come Downstairs and Say Hello; S.R.

Case 1: Part 7

When Jo came to, all she could see was blurry golden lights, and all she could feel was an intense pain in the back of her head. She blinked the room into focus, and saw the unsub , which she now knew as Phillip Dowd, holding a police officer with a gun at his head, Hotch a few steps in front of him with his own pistol out. Her fear came back, and Hotch quickly looked at her, his eyes darting to the side for a second before looking back at Dowd.

Jo followed where his eyes went, her own eyes going wide as she saw Reid, crumpled almost into a ball against the white walls of the hospital. She silently crawled over to him, gently placing her hands on his shoulders and propping him up against the wall, leaning close to make sure he wasn't too busted up, seeing that he had a bloody lip and twisted his ankle. He blinked awake, and Jo put a finger to her lips before mouthing "are you okay?". He nodded slowly and sat up. As his vision came back his eyes went wide, and he slowly reached up to Jo's head, touching a spot that made her wince, pain shooting through her body. Spencer yanked his hand away, an apologetic look on his face.

Jo, now with her arm wrapped around Reid's lower back, turned back to where Hotch was standing. He had placed his gun on the desk, and Dowd had pushed down the officer, taking Hotch's gun carefully and putting it in his pocket. He turned towards Reid and Joes direction.

"GET UP!" He demanded, making Reid flinch, putting up his hands as Jo put up only one, using the other to help up Reid. The two of them stumbled to their feet. "Double time! Let's go!" Dowd screamed, and Jo hurried her pace, gently pushing Reid with her. The two of them took their places next to Hotch. Dowd pointed his gun at Jo, and she felt Reid physically tense up. "You. Let go of him." He ordered.

"He's injured." Jo said calmly,though her face hardened with rage.

"LET GO OF HIM!" Reid flinched and Jo squeezed her eyes shut, taking her arm off of his waist and putting it in the air. The gun was then moved to point at Hotch.

"You. Take their guns." He demanded. Hotch walked over to Jo, taking her gun off of her belt. Jo's eyes flickered down, knowing Hotch had a gun stored against his ankle. He gave her a look that told her he had a plan, and she told herself to stand down for the rest of the ordeal. Hotch placed her gun on the counter and stood next to Reid. "Take his gun."

"He's not armed." Hotch said calmly. "See for yourself.

"Hands on your heads." The agents did as they were told, Reid keeping his eyes on his shoes while Jo and Hotch both eyed up Dowd, who walked over and forcefully yanked Reid's bag away, patting him down to check for a gun, before stepping back. Jo sent him a worried look, but he was too petrified to look back at her. "Get up, Keith." Dowd spat, the officer standing up with his hands in the air. Dowd threw 4 zip-ties at the officer. "Get those on them."

The officer walked over to Hotch, tying his hands up before doing the same to Reid and Jo, and finally himself. Dowd threw off his lab coat.

"Step back." He told the officer. "Back up. Back up." He hit the officer with the butt of his gun, knocking him out. The rest of the nurses and doctors in the room whimpered or sobbed, and Jo took a deep breath. Dowd pointed his gun at Reid. "Get on the ground." He ordered, and Reid did what he was told. Dowd ordered Jo to do the same, and she did, sitting close enough to Reid to brush her arm against his, hoping to calm him down as much as possible. Hotch sat down as well, clearly calmer than the agents sat beside him.

"Now, What kind of an FBI agent doesn't carry a gun?" Dowd spat.

"I'm a profiler." Reid muttered.

"Profiler?" Dowd mocked, "They sent you to figure me out."

"We did. That's how we found you." Reid responded. Jo nudged him softly.