Author's Note: I must have been depressed when I wrote this. You'll see why. But, needless to say, I don't take pleasure from killing off my characters. So...here you go! Hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds or any of its characters.
"Aaron! Aaron, open your eyes! Please…Aaron!" Emily screamed, shaking her husband's shoulders and trying to ignore the quickly growing blood stain on his crisp white shirt.
"Emily…" he murmured faintly, oblivious to the sound of the nearing ambulances. He extended his hand weakly and grasped her with it, holding onto her like a lifeline. "Tell Jack…about me and…and you. Tell him all of our stories…and…how we fell in love. Please," he rasped.
"No," she said between thick tears. "You'll tell him. You will. Don't give up, Aaron. Please hold on. For one more minute," she sobbed.
"And…tell the baby…how much I love her. Or him," he whispered, reaching forward to caress Emily's swollen stomach.
"Stop it!" she exclaimed. "Stop acting as if you're about to die! You won't. You can't," she added, her voice breaking.
"I love you so much, Emily," he choked out, as his vision went black and he felt himself being lifted up by the EMTs.
The last things he heard were the heartbreaking sound of his wife crying and the sound of his best friend saying, "Come on, Em. I'll give you a ride."
Then, the ambulance he was in drove off, and everything faded away.