“Emily, no!” It was Derek who protested. She stared at him with wide dark eyes, the smoke making then watery.
She stepped closer and puffed out her chest. “Do you have a better idea, Morgan?” She eyed the building and shook her head. “Somebody’s got to. My best friend is in there. She could already be dead! The fire department won’t be here for another five, maybe even ten minutes and not to mention, there is a psychotic serial killer in there with her! I am not just going to leave her in there and wait for the fire fighters to bring her out, dead!” She strapped on her bullet proof vest and loaded her gun, her eyes drifting over to Hotch as he spoke with the local LEOs by their cruisers. She exhaled deeply and turned away from Morgan, heading into the building without a mask, only a thin strip of fabric from her shirt tied around her mouth.
Derek watched her disappear into the flames and he closed his eyes for a moment before making his way to Hotch. He had tried to stop her, knew that he either should have gone with her or had held her down. But he knew it was no use. Stepping up to the unit chief, he cleared his throat and motioned towards the building as it slowly burned down. “We have a problem.” He shut his eyes and swallowed the lump in his throat. “You’re not going to like it one bit.” He paused, “Emily just ran in to find JJ…” He took a step back from the man, fearing his reaction at another agent going into the burning building.
Emily choked on the smoke. The cloth wasn’t at all thick enough, and the dusty debrise-filled air still got into her lungs, suffocating her slowly. Her chest ached and so did her throat. She surveyed the room, looking for her blonde friend. Her gun was poised at the ready in case she came face to face with their UNSUB, Walter Mills.
She coughed, trying to keep the cloth covering her mouth. Her eyes were watering and she couldn’t breathe.
Morgan watched as the very entrance of the building crumbled in, trapping Emily and JJ in with the serial killer. He shook his head, dialing Garcia. “Babygirl, how long until the fire department arrives? Emily and JJ are both inside and-”
Garcia gasped loudly and tracked the fire trucks. “Not looking good. Probably another three minutes?” Her usual bright and cheery voice was filled with worry. “Derek Morgan, I need my babies. You need to save them. I can’t lose either of them.” Her eyes filled with tears. A gunshot could be heard from inside the building. “WHAT WAS THAT?” She shrieked, needing Emily and JJ to be safe.
A bullet came hurling at Emily from around the corner. It missed her, but just by mere inches. Her vision blurred from the smoke but she fired off a shot, followed by three more before ducking behind a pillar in the building. She was losing oxygen. She could only imagine how JJ felt, being trapped somewhere in this building. She fired off another shot, pulling the trigger again and again. She heard a gasp and then a wheeze, a body slomping to the ground. Bingo. She had hit her target.
The brunette tightened the cloth around her mouth and nose, and quickly set off to look for JJ, calling out her name. She heard a soft moan coming from the room across from the one she was currently in, and she made her way to it, flames separating her from her friend. She swallowed and examined the height of them. If she hurried, she could jump over them before they raised higher. Getting back over was going to be a lot harder.
She heard a crumble as part of the ceiling began to topple in behind her. She screamed, the cloth falling from her face and leaving her exposed. “Shit!” Make that A LOT harder. She took a running leap and felt the flames lick at her heels. Once she had landed on JJ’s side of the room, she pulled off the vest and stripped off her shirt, needing something to keep even more smoke from getting into JJ’s lungs. Luckily, she was still breathing and making small moans, but besides that, her pulse was really weak. Emily pulled her against her chest, JJ’s body pressing against her bare skin and warming her through her sports bra.
“Hotch! There must be something we can do!” Morgan stared in horror as the building crumbled in on itself even more, pieces of wood falling off.