Emily put her hands up, placing her gun back in her holster, a concerned look on her face as she glanced down at you— bruised and bloodied with a gun to your head.

“Don’t do this. If you shoot them, you’ll never get out alive.” She says quietly, subtly stepping closer.

You probably had a concussion, because you could not hear a word she said. But the next thing you knew is that the unsub was in handcuffs and Emily was right at your side.

“Hey, hey. Eyes open. Can you hear me?”