Chapter Thirty-Two» Derek:

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Light flooded the cellar, and paramedics swarmed the area. 3 police officers were milling around. My boot still firmly pressed up against Manersight's shoulder, I scanned the situation. My eyes fell on Spencer. He's a hot mess. Carter, where's Carter? I found her, and my heart sank. Blood pooled everywhere, seeping into her clothes and hair and the floor. Bruises and cuts and dirt covered her head to toe, and she her breathing was barely noticeable. My mouth was agape, and fear overtook the place of awe. I grabbed my phone and called Garcia.

"Derek!"

"Hey baby girl."

"Is he-"

"No. He's alive. But he's not doing too hot."

"How about our raggamuffin?"

"Lets just say that if Spencer is lukewarm than Carter is water heated in a volcano."

A police officer came over and gestured for me to move. I gladly obliged. I was terrified, but there was no way in hell I was going to be a weakling for Spencer. EMT's came by the floods and finally brought in two stretchers. They loaded them on. J.J had ran out once we found him making sure they were okay, but she clearly had thrown up because she was pale. Prentiss was in the corner, running a hand through her hair repeatedly, then taking deep breaths. Hotch was pacing across the yard nervously, waiting for something, some news. Anything. And Rossi grasped Carter's hand muttering something under his breath and crying. Probably a mix of relief and concern. Everything felt like it was in slow motion even though in reality everything is so blur.

I didn't know where Spencer was, which made me panicked. I saw him being put into an ambulance, but the door slammed shut. Dang. They're not going to let me in. I ran after Carter. The rest of the team hopped into the dark Suburban, and they started to leave as the doors crashed forward.

"Holy sh*t... Where to start?" A young EMT with a blonde pixie cut swore.

"The bleeding!" her partner cried out. They worked with lightning speed to attach the oxygen mask and hook her up to everything. I watched without really paying attention as they worked to save her life.

"Vitals are bad. Not to mention she needs stitches in her shoulder, but infection has set it, her wrist, hand, fingers, are shattered, and and she's loosing tremendous amount of blood seeing as he hit one of the vital organs." the blonde EMT spurted promptly. After what seemed like forever, we pulled into the hospital. They quickly ushered out, and we were sent to the lobby to wait for news.

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