AN: Hey guys! This will be my first Criminal Minds fic that isn't a tag and I'm quite excited. So, I hope some of you enjoy it and find it to be… enjoyable haha.

Warning: Some violence and for those people who are not okay with deathfics, please read the note at the bottom real quick because I don't want you to leave if you don't have to. It's a slight spoiler for some people I guess, but I figure you have the right to know if you want to. Otherwise, nothing to really warn about. Maybe some cursing.

Disclaimer: Belongs to Warner Bros and CBS. I'm just having some fun.

Also, this will be my shortest chapter as it's pretty much the prolougue. The rest are closer to 2,000 each.

Enjoy! :)

"Your FBI agent is dead."

The words penetrated the team like bullets, sending cold waves of various emotions through their bodies. They had just watched their youngest and smartest agent be gunned down in front of their eyes and were now being told he had died as a result of it. Aaron Hotchner wanted nothing more than to barge into that bank, gun in hand, and shoot every last one of those criminals and watch them die slowly. It was his worst fear coming true. They had been too late to save one of their own and he would have to live with that.

He was aware that the remaining team members who had been listening to the conversation had begun to handle the news in their own ways, but Aaron had to stay calm for the time being because there were still hostages in there they could hopefully save.

"Then you've just made things a lot harder on yourself," Hotch said as calmly as possible, though he knew his true feelings were shining through.

"Yeah, yeah," the malicious voice responded. "From this point on, I'll be killing one hostage an hour until I get my demands."

The other line clicked off and with it left a bit of his composure. But once he saw how the rest of his team was reacting, he knew he'd have to hold it together a little longer.

"Hotch he killed him! Right there in front of us!" Morgan shouted, pacing and knocking a cup off the folding table they had set up at the base site. "I swear to God, I'll take him out. Put me on the strike team, I want to kill the bastard myself!"

Hotch took a deep breath and looked at the others. Prentiss and JJ were staring in disbelief, JJ with tears rolling down her face and Rossi stood quietly, staring into the dark sky.

"Morgan, I need you to calm down," Hotch said finally, knowing it was needed but feeling the man's pain of wanting to do something, anything, to the people that had taken their friend.

"Calm down? How the hell am I supposed to do that?!" Morgan shouted. "We let him go in there knowing that they would be hitting that bank…"

"We didn't know it would be so soon!" Hotch countered, also raising his voice. He would have never sent an agent in there alone if he thought they'd be in danger like this. "I know this is hard but there are still hostages in there we can save. Either calm down or I'll have you removed."

Thankfully, Morgan seemed to get the message and walked away which relieved Hotch because he really didn't want to go up against one of his agents so soon after losing another.

"What are we going to do?" Prentiss asked quietly, despair filling her voice and covering her dark features.

"We're going to focus and save as many as we can," Rossi answered, then turned in the direction of the line of camera men and women, all astonished over the film of an FBI agent dying they had just received. Hotch looked as well and knew exactly what his first step would be.

"JJ, watch the news stations and be prepared to intercept any pictures, videos or statements that come in. I do not want this to be plastered on the TV's. And talk to every one of the camera crews and make sure they know they are not to play any bit of this footage until it is examined," Hotch picked up where Rossi left off. "Prentiss, call Garcia and get another full background check on this guy. I want anything I can use to take the son of a bitch down."

Prentiss nodded and took out her phone, but did not start dialing. "Should I tell her what happened?"

Hotch took a deep breath. "Yes."

She nodded again and dialed her phone.

"Garcia?" he heard her say. "It's Emily. I need the background on Miles Masterson."

Hotch closed his eyes, knowing what was next. The words were going to be said, which would cement the fact that he had actually lost one of his agents.

"And Garcia… Reid's dead."

TBC

*SPOILER*Reid doesn't die.*SPOILER* With that said and done, all of my chapters are about double this one, this just sets it up. And I've already written up to chapter 6 so I'm not sure of the time frame between postings… maybe every other day or every two days. We'll see. If you've got the time, I love feedback. If not, just hope you come back for more!