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I write for:
- Avengers/MCU
- Criminal Minds
- Harry Potter
- Star Wars
- The Originals
- The 100
- Twilight
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- Stan Lee (Avengers/MCU)
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You slip on your vest, preparing to go get the psychopath that's been dousing kids in gasoline and setting them on fire, along with the building they're in.
Right now, he has a thirteen year old boy and you am not leaving this until the boy is safe.
Reid shoots you a worried glance and you know it's not for the kid. It's for you. I've been working your ass off to keep catch this son of a bitch. So much so that you had to secretly admit yourself into the hospital for some IVs and professional care. Everyone thinks you was just tracking a lead, and you're going to keep it that way.
"I'm fine," you assure. He gives you a hesitant smile, but his eyes tell you he doesn't believe you. As he shouldn't.
"Our main priority is getting Corey out safe. Reid and Morgan, you take the back. (Y/L/N) and you will take the front." All of us nod and start off to your assigned positions. Luckily, he chose a warehouse for this showdown so no one else is in the area. Hotch nods at you, JJ, and Rossi to making sure you're ready. You give him a quick thumbs up. Hotch opens the door quietly and you creep in. Your heart pounds and tears spring to your eyes at the sight of the poor boy tied to a chair in the middle of the warehouse.
"Fredrick Posey, it's over," Prentiss calls from the other end of the warehouse. Fredrick walks out from behind some crates, holding a lighter. Your heart jumps and it's now that you notice the gasoline spread out on the floor and Corey.
"Is it now?" Fredrick sneers.
"I know Corey reminds you of the boy who bullied your brother, but it's not him. Look at him," you say, trying to get Fredrick to see that he's hurting innocent boys. Fredrick looks at him, his look of anger never wavering.
"What's the difference?" He shrugs. To your horror, he drops the match and fire immediately spreads. He bolts through the warehouse and out the side door.
"Go! I got this!" you assure. Reid and Morgan take off after Fredrick through the door he left from and JJ goes out the back door to try and cut him off. Hotch and you start looking for a way to get to Corey, who's crying.
"Please, help." he begs.
"I'm coming, Corey. Hold on," you soothe. You cover your nose with your arm so you don't inhale a lot of smoke. Hotch is looking for something to calm the fire on the other side of the warehouse. you manage to jump over a short line of fire. You grab the metal of the chair and pull your hands back, hissing in pain. You ignore the pain and look around before you spot pliers on a crate. You dash over to the pliers and snatch them off the top of the crate before it starts to catch fire. You turn back around to go back to Corey, only to find the fire higher.
