Hello everyone! Yeah...uh, so first things first. I should be working on a few other stories of mine but, uh...anyways. You know how it is, *nervous chuckle*. Anyways, I've been having these ideas for a Criminal Minds fanfiction floating around in my head ever since I watched the first episode (which is about three months ago). And, since I'm waiting for season 13 to come to Netflix in about two months, give or take, I thought 'why not?', and then started this. Hopefully I stick with this one, I've been doing that a lot. I have, like, five other ideas that I didn't like so I just ditched. I kind of liked this one so let's hope it sticks!

Summary-His life had been ripped from his heart right then and there. The second he saw the love of his life fall to the floor, his whole world shattered. But let's start at the beginning, shall we? Where the first hopes of love started blossoming, becoming real instead of dreams. Back to that case where it all began, where it all ended. Right before their eyes.

Relationships- Reid/Morgan, JJ/Will, Garcia/Kevin, pretty much all the canon relationships (except for R/M).

Rated: M, just to be safe

WARNING: THERE IS DETAILS ABOUT SELF HARM, MINOR DETAILS ABOUT RAPE, TORTURE, ABUSE, ADULT LANGUAGE, AND EVERYTHING IN BETWEEN!

Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds!

Prologue

It couldn't end like this. No, it could never end like this. It shouldn't end like this, but it is. And the knowing of that fact tore him in two, the emotions swirling around inside his chest forcing a choked sob from his throat as he watched the love of his life collapse to the floor, completely limp.

He felt his whole world shatter, the good of it all came crumbling down as he feels the arms holding him back move away. And he instantly runs forwards, ignoring the cruel laughing of the other people. They were just background noise. Right now, his only focus is the love of his life, laying on the cold floor, bleeding out. And he could do nothing to stop it, he could do nothing to make it better.

All he could do is sit there and watch as he pulls the broken body of his love onto his lap, looking over the injuries littering his body. And he can see that it's too late, there's just too much blood. Who could survive this much torture? It just wouldn't make any sense if he did. And yet, he found himself hoping for it to make sense, for some strange myrical to work its magic and save the love of his life.

Three words escape his dying lips as he looks up, tears in his own eyes as he slowly reaches up with a hand, weakly pressing it against the other's cheek. He can feel his fight leaving, the strength of his body fading. He knows he's dying, and it scares him. But it also comforts him, knowing he would no longer feel any more pain.

"I love you."

Those words had been spoken between the two of them so many times within the past month, but this was the first time that it sounded broken. Sad. Desperate. And yet those three words held so much passion, so much raw emotion that it felt like he had just been slammed in the chest. It wasn't exactly the word goodbye, but a substitute for it. The last three words that would be spoken between them.

"No, no please don't do this," he begs as he holds his dying lover close to his chest, a hand pressing against the worst of the injuries. Though that isn't enough, as all of them are bad, and his love will be dead within the next few minutes. "Please don't leave me like this, you can't die like this, you're too young to die."

But he didn't get any reply. He felt a weak puff of air against his ear before the body in his arms went limp, his head lolling against his shoulder as he lost all the fight he had left. He watched as his eyes slid closed, tears streaming down his face as he gently shook him.

"Hey, hey open those eyes for me," he pleads, knowing that it's useless. Despite that he lays his love down on the floor and sits over him, positioning his hands above the bloodied and broken chest. "Please! I can't lose you like this!"

He stayed like that for what felt like hours, pumping the broken chest, breathing into the dead lungs, just trying to bring him back. He couldn't accept the fact that he would never see those eyes again, those eyes that held so much expression, more expression than anyone else in his life.

Strong arms wrap around his waist and pull him back, stopping him from his efforts to bring the love of his life back to life. But he can't leave him, he's going to die! "Get off! I need to safe him! Please let me go!"

"Stop!" An authoritative voice shouts, but he doesn't listen. His struggling becomes weaker and weaker until he finally gives up, slumping against the person behind him as the whole weight of the situation finally crashes down against his shoulders.

The strong feelings force the sobs he had been holding back to resurface, to finally escape through clenched teeth as he punches the floor.

"I love you."