Author's Note: This is probably the last thing I should be doing, but I can't help myself! (I found my #9) ;) Enjoy! ~ Angie

This takes place immediately following tonight's episode.

Spencer Reid looked up from the book he was reading and then put it on the stand beside his recliner, pushing the footrest down and standing. He walked to the front door and pulled the blinds away from the glass, peeking out the window. He pulled the door back in surprise. "Emily?"

"Do you still want to go to that movie?" she asked, looking anxiously over her shoulder before she walked into his house, forcing him to take a step back. She quickly closed the door behind herself and dropped her go bag.

"Em, what's going on?" Reid returned, furrowing his brow.

"I want to go to the movies," she insisted. Or anywhere else that's public.

"Emily—"

"If you don't want to go to the movies with me, that's fine," she snapped, and picked her bag up. "I'll go by myself."

Reid grabbed her upper arm at the same time she reached for the door knob, and he spun her around. "Talk to me," he said softly as he studied her face intently.

Her grip on her bag let go, and it fell to the floor. "Oh, Spencer," Emily whispered brokenly as she began to sob. Leaning into him, she rested her forehead on his chest. "I think I'm going to die."

Reid's eyes widened and he lifted a hand to her hair, stroking it tenderly. "Emily," he murmured. "Are you…sick?"

She shook her head, her tears soaking his shirt as the sobs wracked her body.

"Please tell me what's going on, Em," he said fiercely. "Please."

She lifted her head and he took in the anguish in her eyes, her tear streaked cheeks. His heart broke. Her eyes widened as her lips parted with a gasp. "Oh, my God," she said as the gravity of the situation hit her.

"What?" Reid asked, angry now. She wouldn't answer his questions, and the fear in her eyes was growing with each second that passed.

"I've killed you," she whispered.

"For fuck's sake, Emily! Talk to me!" he shouted, each word louder than the last, his hands clamping on her upper arms as he gave her a severe shake.

"I've killed you," she repeated. If not for his hands holding her, she would have fallen into a crumpled heap on his kitchen floor. "He's after me," she said, choking on a sob. "He won't stop until he kills me."

"Who?" Reid pressed.

"I can't…I can't tell you," she said, her eyes begging him to understand.

"Why did you come here, Emily?" he asked.

She shook her head gently. "Because it's you," she answered as if that explained everything. "And now I've gone and signed your death warrant!" she said, her hysteria returning.

Reid had never seen her like this, and he supposed this was why he was so scared. "Whatever it is Em, whoever it is…we'll catch him."

"Oh, what? Like we caught Foyet?" she asked shrilly. "No, Reid. He comes after what matters most…and he saw me come here. And now he'll come after you. God, I've killed you," she repeated.

"Let him come after me," Reid said with a shrug of his shoulders.

"No! I can't let him have you," she said.

"Emily, listen to me. We need to call Hotch."

"No!"

"Emily—"

Gunshots rang out and glass shattered around them as Reid wrapped his arms around her and dove to the floor.