You always hear people say, cases with children are the worst. But that isn't entirely true. Cases where adults are killing children, yeah those are pretty fucked up. But what's worse is when a child is killing other children.
"We believe our unsub is a 15-year-old male." Hotch starts the debrief.
"He most likely feels like many people at his school have wronged him or abandoned him, so now he has to get revenge," Reid says next.
"He is overlooked in his personal life and probably feels like he has nobody to rely on. This means he has nothing to lose and is willing to make the ultimate sacrifice." Says Morgan.
"There is a good chance that he is planning to do something more drastic, like a school shooting or bombing, so local schools should be on the lookout for anybody acting differently or suspiciously." JJ chimes in.
"He most likely has anger issues that can get out of control and make him dangerous. But at the same time, he is just a confused and hormonal teenage boy. If at all possible try to talk him down before resorting to violence." You finish off.
"Alright, let us know if you find anything," Hotch says before all of the local cops disperse.
You don't usually go with the team when they have a case. You were brought on as extra help when it comes to child psychology. Most of the time you stay back at Quantico with Garica, but right from the beginning, they knew that the unsub they were dealing with was a child, so you came with them as some extra help.
You move back into the room you guys have set up, to see Reid plotting points on a map and Emily sitting at the table on the phone with Garcia.
"Hey Garcia," Reid says as you move over to sit next to Em. "We know that he is working out of this relative area, but we don't know what school he is from. Are there any big events happening at any of the schools here?"
Emily smiles at you as you look over at her, and she reaches over to grab your hand. This isn't uncommon for you two considering how quickly the two of you became best friends.
"Got something boy wonder," Garcia says over the speaker, "Williams High School is having a pep rally today at 3 o'clock. Not only that but all of the victims have some sort of connection to the school." The three of you perk up when Garcia finishes.
"That has got to be it, he is going to do something during the pep rally," Emily says frantically. The three of you make your way out of the room and go to tell the rest of the team.
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It is 3:05 when you, the rest of the team, and the local PD pull up outside of the school. Rushing inside you guys gather any stragglers who haven't made it to the pep rally yet and get them outside of the school. By the time you get to the gym, you notice that everybody is quiet except for one voice.
"You guys will notice me now. Everybody will notice me now!" says the voice inside the gym.
"Hotch he has a bomb," Morgan says after peeking his head inside. "We can't go in with guns drawn or the whole room will go up." Hotch nods at this and then looks over at you.
You notice the look in his eye and hand your gun to him. Clearing your throat you open the gym doors and move slowly inside.
"What is she doing?" You hear Emily shouting behind you, but you don't turn around.
"She has to talk him down, you know she's the best one for this Em," Morgan responds to her. You hear her struggling and assume that Morgan is holding her back. But all of the noise is drowned out by the pounding in your ears as you walk towards the unsub.
When he notices you he quickly turns towards you holding up the detonator for the bomb in one hand, and a gun in the other. He points the gun towards you, his finger on the trigger as if daring you to give him a reason to pull it.
"Hey, it's ok," You say to him as you slowly move closer, "I am not armed, and I am not here to hurt you." Your voice is soft and cautious.
"Prove it," he says, and you start to hear the fear in his voice. He doesn't want to die. You hold up your hands and gently take off your vest showing him that you do just want to help him.
"I know how you feel," You start to say to him, as he slowly aims the gun towards the floor.
"You do?" He asks, his voice broken. You nod your head.
"You feel like you are alone, and this is your only option, but I promise you it isn't. I can help you." You are close enough that you can reach out and grab the gun from him, so you slowly raise your hand to get it. He looks as if he is about to give it to you when one of the kids in the bleachers gets up and tries to run out of the gym.
This makes him mad, and you see him aim his gun at the kid. Instinctively you grab his wrist and tackle him, causing the gun to go off.
The team rushes in when they hear the gunshot and you notice Morgan rush over to the boy with his gun drawn. You watch as he cuffs him, before moving to get up and feeling an intense burning sensation in your abdomen. Reaching down to where it hurts, you draw your hand back and see your fingers covered in blood.
Emily rushes over to you, as the rest of the police force escort the students and teachers out of the gym.
"Oh my God, (Y/N)." You hear Emily say. Looking up at her you see that there are tears in her eyes.
"Em, I am fine. It's good." You say trying to calm her down. You feel her putting pressure on the wound, causing you to wince in pain. You are feeling lightheaded and your vision is going fuzzy, but you force yourself to focus on Emily. You focus on her eyes, slightly filled with panic yet calm. Her touch, gentle yet firm. Her voice strained yet soft. You focus on her until you can't anymore.
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Waking up, you immediately search for her. You don't have to look far because she is sitting right next to you holding your hand. She hasn't noticed that you are awake yet, so you gently squeeze her hand. Her head snaps up to look at you. You give her a soft smile causing her to break out into a smile as well.
"I was so scared," She says to you, your hand still clasped in hers.
"I told you I was fine, and we both know I am always right," You try to make a joke, but as you laugh you feel your stitches pull and instead you grimace. Seeing this Emily moves closer to you.
"I'm serious, (Y/N), I was afraid I wasn't going to get the chance to tell you..." She trails off while looking in your eyes.
"Tell me what?" You ask, trying to coax her into saying what you hope she was thinking.
"I think I am in love with you," She says as she looks down at your intertwined hands, "and I don't know what to do." She glances up at you, trying to gauge your reaction. You do your best to sit up, and Emily puts her hand on your back to help you. Once you are sitting up you place one of your hands on Emily's cheek, and she gently leans into your touch.
"Em, I think I am in love with you too." Her face fills with shock at first, clearly, she wasn't expecting your answer, but then the biggest smile comes onto her face. She pulls you towards her and envelops you in a tight hug. You pull back and are face to face with her close enough to smell the coffee on her breath.
"Can I kiss you?" She asks, softly. You bite your lip and nod. Her lips are on yours, gentle, soft, and warm. No amount of drugs they give you could compare to what you are feeling right now. When the two of you break apart, you feel bubbly and happy, both of you devolving into a fit of giggles. Once you've regained your breath, Emily grabs your hand again.
"Will you go out on a date with me?" She asks you, her smile never leaving her face.
"I thought you'd never ask."
