Maddison's P.O.V.
We get closer to the door but it bursts open and in walk Hotch, JJ and Sonny with their guns pointed directly ahead at us, "STOP! FBI!" Hotch calls to him.
Doyle quickly adjusts so the gun rests against my temple, "don't come any closer"
"Doyle, it's over. Let her go." JJ says to him, her hand steady as she points her weapon at us.
He chortles, "where's Donald?" He asks, "I talk to him or she's dead."
Hotch replies, "he's right outside. He'll come in only if you let her go, him for her."
"No!" I shout, not wanting anyone else to get hurt.
He pulls at my head to shut me up but responds, "not gonna happen. She wanted to come with me, she's mine now." I can feel his body tense.
"Get my dad in here!" I demand to them, "I want to see him."
Silence for a second before Hotch directs over his radio for my dad to come in. My dad walks in from the same door they came through with his hands up, no vest, no weapon, "take me Doyle, this isn't about her."
"It's about me!" He shouts to him, "it's about Kelly and the lives you took from me!"
My dad responds, "I didn't know she was pregnant. I assessed the injuries and I thought you had a better chance at survival. Her injury-- she wasn't going to make it either way."
"So you didn't even try!" He yells.
"Dad, listen to me. I'm going with Doyle. He wants a family and I'm going to give him one." I say, trying to show Doyle I'm on his side, willing to go with him.
Sonny responds, "what ? No."
I answer him, "it's my choice this time, and I made it. Doyle and I will start a family, the one he never got to have." I try to keep my voice from fluctuating from the emotion and pain I'm feeling.
"You hear that? She wants to co--" A single shot is heard from inside the building and Doyle's hand that's holding me up releases and I fall to the ground under him, blood splattered entirely across me.
The hype washes away from me and all of the pain and loss of blood catches up to me, "get him--get him off of me." I demand through labored breathes. Sonny is the first to reach me and with the help of Hotch they get Doyle's lifeless body off of me. "Sonny, I need to tell you--" I try to say to him.
"It's okay, you're going to be fine. I'm here." He doesn't let me finish, squeezing my hand, "get the paramedics!" He shouts, looking away from me for a just a moment.
"Honey, I am so sorry about all of this." My dad is now next to me.
I shake my head, "Dad, it's not your fault." I assure to him just as the medics arrive. They push Sonny and my dad away to start working on me. I try to keep consciousness, but find it harder and harder as they start to wheel me to the ambulance.
Sonny's P.O.V.
It's been a few hours since we got Maddison to the hospital and I just need to see her. Olivia flew here when she heard what happened. We all wait in the waiting room for the doctor to come out and tell us she is okay. Finally, a nurse comes out and says to us, "she's out of surgery. She's asking to see you all." She explains, opening the door for us to walk in.
I follow her to the room, followed by Olivia, her father, and the entire BAU squad. The nurse opens the door and I hurry over to her side. Hey eyes open slowly as I reach her hand, "hey Sons." She whispers out, a small smile forming on her lips.
"Hey Mads, I'm glad you're okay." I say back, not willing to let her hand go any time soon.
"Hey guys, been a while." She jokes as she eyes the BAU team.
"Shut up! I was so worried about you!" Penelope returns to her, exhaling heavily with a tear streaming down her face.
She shakes her head, "it'll take more than a bullet to the shoulder to get me down." Penelope wipes her tear with a small chuckle.
Olivia responds, "we're glad you're okay Maddison."
"Thank you guys, for getting to me. I don't know what would've happened if you didn't find me when you did." She says to all of us.
Just then, the doctor walks in and looks around, "well, I guess I can't argue family only with the FBI, huh?" He comments as he comes closer, "Hi Maddison, I'm Doctor Lyle. I wanted to go over a few things with you, is that okay?" He questions.
Spencer comments from the back of the room, "we should give them some time." He begins to walk out, ushering the others as well. Some say goodbye and some say that they'll talk to her later.
I go to leave as well but she keeps her hand with mine, pulling me back, "will you stay, please?"
"Anything you want." I smile back, sitting back down next to her.
"Go ahead" She directs to her doctor.
"Well, we managed to get the bullet and fragments out. You lost a lot of blood. It was touch and go for a while but you and the baby are going to be just fine." He says.
My mind clouds over with the four letter word he added in his sentence. I can't help my mouth falling open and staring at him like a deer in headlights, "what?"
I guess the doctor takes that as his cue to leave and it's just Maddison and I left, "Sonny" she whispers my name.
I feel the sting of tears almost ready to form. I worry that it's mine. Then I worry even more that it's not mine. Would she want to be with the babies father over me? I have to ask "is it--"
"Yes, it's yours." She answers before I can finish my sentence.
The tears then fall down my face and I lower my lips to hers, "I love you." I say to her for the first time face to face. I've loved her for a long time, just never knowing when to say it.
'I love you too" She says back between a kiss.
Our kiss lasts a few moments before I pull away, "how far along are you?" I question. Only, I know when it happened, I remember that night like it was yesterday.
"Uhm, about 8 weeks." She informs, confirming what I already knew. I keep my forehead against hers and let the idea of me being a father and her being a mother sink in. We're going to be a family.
MADDISON'S P.O.V.
Everyone goes to leave so the doctor can talk to me. Sonny stands from the chair he pulled over to me but I pull at his hand, needing him to say, "will you stay, please?" I ask.
He smiles softly back to me, "anything you want." He sits back down.
I smile back then turn to look at my doctor, "go ahead."
I squeeze Sonny's hand harder than I probably should, but I'm nervous. What if he says I lost the baby, what if instead of telling Sonny I'm pregnant, I have to tell him I lost the child. My heart beats fast as he speaks, "well, we managed to get the bullet and fragments out. You lost a lot of blood. It was touch and go for a while but you and the baby are going to be just fine." He says, saying what I needed to hear.
At the same time that I am relieved with the news, Sonny must be panicked, all he gets out, barely in a whisper is, "what?"as my grip loosens on his hand, he tightens up.
I look into his blue eyes for some kind of emotion, trying to know what he feels just by his facial expression. The doctor has left now, leaving the two of us alone. He goes to ask if it's his, but I quickly assure him, "yes, it's yours."
His closed lips form a small smile and tears start to fall down his face. Although his smile shows him happy, the tears make me worry. I continue to try and read him, wanting to know what he feels. He leans his face toward mine, his lips gently caressing mine in the sweetest of kisses. When he pulls away, he whispers to me, "I love you."
My heart freezes at the those three words, the one's I've been longing to hear. I kiss him back and return, "I love you too."
We kiss once more, passionately, relishing in the happiness of this moment. Sonny pulls away and asks, "how far along are you?"
I answer him, remembering the night it happened, needing him in that moment, "uhm, about 8 weeks." He smiles and kisses me again. I move over a bit in the bed and he lays next to me, keeping himself on his side, putting his hand on my stomach and rubbing at it gently.