You watched Will walk into Colonial Liberty Bank, completely unarmed and without a bulletproof vest - almost surrendering himself as a hostage in a stupid attempt to deescalate the situation.

What started as a bank robbery turned into a hostage situation, and into you potentially losing the father of your children to a psychopaths' plan for revenge.

Derek and Emily had to hold you back as you yelled and kicked, begging Will to come back to you.

You were too panicked to process what's happening, but the echo of two bullets being fired send you spiralling.

"Is he alive or dead, Garcia..." You asked, waiting for the technical analyst to either confirm or deny your worst nightmare.

"The shots could've been meant for someone else." Garcia replied, her reassuring tone doing nothing to sooth you.

"Is he alive or dead?" You repeated, the team watching the cctv footage from inside the bank.

"We have to go in." You said after the camera revealed nothing, the angle showing nothing but a grey, empty wall. "Please." You pleaded.

The team exchanged glances, and you locked eyes with Hotch - if anyone understands what it means to lose the love of your life, it's him.

Hotch watched you before he nodded, giving you and the team the all-clear to raid the building.

The next hours seem to pass in slow motion, your heart heavy and mind hollow.

Raiding the bank revealed nothing but chaos - the surviving hostages were secured and treated, but there was no sign of Will or the bank robbers.

Racing against time, you and the team traced the robbers - and Will - through the city, finally facing each other in a headed fight of fists and knees in your own home after they threatened to hurt your son.

The robbers were arrested, and you watched with fury and relief as they were driven off to the police station.

You walk towards Will - your son, who's thankfully unharmed but shaken, perched on your hip - to where he's sitting in an ambulance, bullet wounds flicked with temporary bandages.