Dearest, Darling (S.R)

Chapter Three

After making sure my bulletproof vest was on tight enough, I started towards to the building in front of me when a large hand landed on my shoulder, stopping me in my tracks. 

"Is there a problem?" I asked, turning to face Detective Howell.

"Are you sure it's a good idea you going in there? You know if you're right, this girl is extremely dangerous and we wouldn't want you messing up your pretty hair in there now would we?" He sneered, his eyes full of disgust as he stared at me. 

"I'm sure I'll be fine, your concern is noted though," I replied dryly, shrugging his grip off my arm as I turned my back to him, following Derek up the stairs. I drew my gun as he pounded on the door.

"Georgia Newton, it's the FBI, open up!" He shouted. There was no answer, and when she didn't reply again after his second shout, Morgan decided to take it upon himself to kick the door down and run in, the rest of us following closely behind.

I turned left, pushing a door open, my gun still held high. I willed my breathing to steady as I turned slightly, scanning the room, only to be met with a hard object slamming into the side of my head. Dodging the second blow, I managed to fire a shot at the unsub who had attacked me, hitting her shoulder. She fell to the floor with a loud cry, the thud of her landing ringing through my ears.

Ignoring the blinding pain in my head, I climbed on to her body, applying pressure to where I had shot her to stop the bleeding, whilst also holding her down so that she couldn't try and run away or hit me again.

"We need medics in here," I vaguely heard Morgan say as he came in the room. "Hey, Parker, you okay? Parker?" My head was hurting too much to focus on what he was saying. "Maddie move, let me take over."

I just nodded, pressing a hand to the side of my head. My fingers were sticky with blood and I winced as the dull throb turned into a more sharp pain. Shit. Slowly, I managed to stand up, placing my gun back in my holster and headed back outside.

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"Jesus Christ, I am fine. It's stopped bleeding now and it doesn't even hurt anymore," I insisted, trying to avoid the paramedics that were now fussing over me. I grit my teeth together. "Aftó íne tóso eknevristikó."

"Maddie, you were hit across the head with a baseball bat," JJ chuckled, fussing over me just as much. "Let them sort you out."

"I don't even need stitches, it's not that deep! Look, I know the signs of a concussion and what to look out for, I'll let you know if I start forgetting things or feeling sick," I told her, folding my arms across my chest. The pain in my head really was gone, just a mild twinge when I moved my eyebrows too much. I couldn't stand the way they were fussing over me.

"Parker, you okay?" Hotch asked, walking over with the rest of the team following him.

"Yes, I'm fine," I mumbled. "I'm not going to the hospital, I don't need to."

"That's fine," he said. "I just wanted to tell you what a good job you did today, I'm glad to have you working on our team." He nodded.

"Oh, thank you, sir." I could feel my cheeks heating again with everyone looking at me.

I stood up as the paramedics carried out the unsub from her home on a stretcher, now handcuffed to one of the two police officers who followed them out. Detective Howell spotted the group of us and headed towards us. I rolled my eyes, Derek placed a comforting hand on my shoulder to warn me to behave. 

"I just wanted to thank you all for helping with this case, we couldn't have done it without you." He shook Hotch's hand and I folded my arms across my chest. "Especially you, Agent Parker, I heard you took her down, I didn't even know they let women carry guns!" He let out a deep chuckle, as though it was the funniest thing he had ever heard.