Shit. You’d turned around, only to see the unsub you and the team had been tracking at the BAU, but the moment he raised his gun, you managed to get yours— until Derek burst through the door with SWAT on his tail, tackling the unsub before he could shoot you, roughly cuffing him. “Got you, you son of a bitch.”

He gritted his teeth, remembering how you’d been getting pictures and stalking, obsessive notes from this guy for weeks, but you were strong — so strong — and had decided to help work the case anyway. And to think that the unsub had only been a cashier and fallen under the delusion that you were in love with him.

Derek handed the motherfucker off, then got the gun out of your hand upon seeing the look on your face — yes, he found you — and made his heart melt. “I’ve got you.” He murmured, pulling you to him, holding the back of your head and turning so you couldn’t see the unsub.

How dare that dick try and touch you, huh?

When he felt you struggle, he shook his head and pulled you closer. “Don’t you dare.” Derek looked to the policemen and SWAT, giving them a hard look that said not now and keeping you close. “Focus on me, baby girl. Not him. Me.”

He knew you needed it, that the adrenaline was still in you, and he wanted to keep you safe, as safe as possible, because it killed him to know you could’ve died since you were out of reach for one damn second. Shit.