A/N: Hello once again my friends! My buddy, Falcon-121 started a thread on the CM Message Boards titled "One Shot Fridays". Each Friday he challenges us with a new prompt. These are my submissions. You will probably see more than one story for each prompt. They are mostly Hotch-centric, of course! Would you expect anything less from me? I promise I will try to branch out to some other character's POV at some point. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

Prompt:

Write about a shooting that has happened on the show. It can be one of the main characters taking out an Unsub, the Unsub taking out a victim, or even the Unsub shooting a character. You can choose to focus on the moments leading up to the shooting, during the shooting, the reaction afterwards, or a combination of any of those. It can be in whichever tense and point-of-view that you want. The only requirements are that it was shown or mentioned on the show and that it is a shooting and not another type of killing. Good luck!

From "The Angel Maker" (Hotch)

We all stood outside the house of her would-be victim, just waiting and hoping. Waiting for a sign from Morgan that he'd found a way in. Hoping that Prentiss, with Reid's help, would be able to convince her that continuing his cruel cycle of death would not land her in eternity with him. Waiting and hoping that she would let this standoff end peacefully. All bets went out the window when she came outside holding a gun.

I pulled my weapon without hesitation. My agents did the same, as did the sheriff. Something in the back of my mind kept telling me, "be careful, Hotchner. Watch yourself." But in these situations you go with your instincts. "Chloe, drop the gun," I said. She didn't, so I repeated it. She still didn't. "Dammit, lady, drop it!" yelled the Sherrif. Instead, she mumbled something to the sky and raised her weapon at us.

Oh my God! Pain! I haven't felt pain like that in... well... aside from the bombing in New York, I don't think I've ever felt pain like that! I didn't even hear the shots. They were too loud, if that makes any sense. But I swear, for the briefest moment I thought someone had shot me. The searing pain in my head brought me to my knees. The ringing in my ears was so loud, it drowned out everything around me. My hands shot up to my ears. I thought that might quiet the noise, maybe dull the pain a little bit. WRONG! I remember someone grabbed me from behind and helped me up. It took me a good 30 seconds or more to be able to open my eyes and realize it was Dave. He was talking to me. I think he was asking if I was okay. I couldn't hear a word he said. Only the ringing. Loud, relentless ringing. And pain.

Finally, after what felt like hours but was only a few minutes, the pain diminished and I could finally think clearly. My first thought... Good! You're not deaf! My second thought... Hotchner, you are an IDIOT! What did she tell you when you left her office? No flying, and stay out of loud places! And what do you do? You get on a plane, go to an exhumation with loud screeching equipment, and put yourself in a situation where you know shots may be fired! What the hell is the matter with you?! What were you thinking?!

That's when I decided that listening to the person who actually went to medical school would probably be a good idea. And driving back to Quantico sounded like an excellent idea!