Hey everyone, this is my new fanfic. This received the most votes on my poll. I'm so excited to start this! I hope you all enjoy this. I would love to know what you think as I am really nervous about this fanfic. I will clarify now. Not a deathfic and I don't write slash. Just so that is clear. Enjoy.

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Reid checked his weapon again, he held the gun in his hand and used his other hand to hold onto the car door. He looked to see Morgan focusing intently on the dirt road they were speeding down. Reid felt his body try to prepare itself for what was about to happen. Down the dirt road was their unsub, a man they had hunted for the past week for crimes that would haunt them all for a long time. Reid felt sick even thinking about the vile and brutal things the unsub had inflicted upon his victims. He tightened the grip around his gun and took a deep breath. He didn't miss Morgan glance at him quickly.

"You ready to do this," Morgan asked quickly as he slammed on the brakes and pulled over onto the side of the road. Reid looked ahead and was satisfied that there was enough darkness to keep them hidden from the unsub's view. He just hoped that the rest of the team hurried to them. He felt nervous with only Morgan and himself going after the unsub.

"I'm ready, we need to stop this guy," Reid nodded. Morgan readied his gun and gave Reid a small assuring smile before slipping out his door quickly. Reid jumped out of the car and closed the door quietly. He stayed at Morgan's side with his gun raised and ready. He used a tree for cover and looked at the small building in front of him. It looked to have at least two levels meaning Morgan and himself would have to split up.

"We have to split up," Reid whispered. "I'll take down, you take up."

"No, I am not splitting up. Reid, we both know what this guy is capable of. I'm not risking your life like that. We'll search up and down together," Morgan whispered back.

"We do that, we give him the chance to escape. We need to cover both levels at the same time. You know we have to do that," Reid said back. "I'll be fine. We need to catch this guy and we need to do it now."

"Fine," Morgan agreed. "Be careful. Don't take any risks."

"Let's go," Reid whispered. Reid used the bushes around him to hide his presence, he held his gun up and quickly ran across to the building. He opened the door slowly, careful not to make any unnecessary noise. He slipped inside the door and found the bottom level littered with candles on shelves. Stepping forward, he carefully searched the living room and kitchen. Stepping out of the kitchen, he turned. Reid screamed as the sound of a gunshot filled the air and pain ripped across his stomach. He fell to the ground, his gun falling from his hands.

"Reid!" Morgan's voice screamed from upstairs.

Reid panicked as he heard loud footsteps stomp over to him. He froze as the unsub came above him and pointed the gun at his head.

"You just had to interfere!" the unsub growled.

Reid barely had time to feel or register the fear that entered his heart as the unsub pulled the trigger. The gunshot cracked through the air and Reid felt nothing.

Morgan

Morgan sprinted down the stairs, his gun ready. He saw the unsub hovering over Reid and swiftly pulled the trigger. He watched the unsub crumple to the ground, his body lifeless and dead. Morgan's body shook as he rushed over to Reid. His vision only focusing on the crimson blood escaping from Reid's body. Tears burned his eyes as he saw blood pouring from the back of Reid's head. There was a small bullet hole on Reid's forehead. Morgan pressed his fingers against Reid's neck and felt hope flood through him as he felt a weak pulse. It didn't matter at the moment that it was weak, it was a pulse. A sign that Reid was still with them. Grabbing his phone, he dialled 911. A young woman answered the phone.

"This is Agent Morgan with the FBI, I need an ambulance. I have an officer down. Gunshot wound to the head and stomach. Please hurry."

"I've pinned down your location. An ambulance will be with you shortly," the woman said urgently down the phone. Morgan thanked the operator quickly before shutting his phone. He ripped a nearby sheet and pressed one part to Reid's stomach and another to his head.

"Reid, I'm so sorry. Please stay with us. Help is on its way, you just need to hold on. Oh god! Please don't die," Morgan cried as he spoke to Reid. His best friend, his little brother, was dying and he couldn't do anything to help him.

Fifteen minutes later

Morgan watched as Reid was lifted into the ambulance. No-one was allowed to go with Reid to the hospital. Reid's vitals kept dropping, Morgan knew that he was barely staying alive. Hotch pulled Morgan away from the ambulance and placed him in the passenger seat on the SUV. JJ walked over with a wet towel and handed it to Morgan, her own hands shaking as she handed it over.

"Is he going to make it?" Rossi asked as he walked over.

"We don't know," Hotch answered honestly.

"DON'T SAY THAT!" Morgan shouted. "He is strong, he isn't going to die. He'll be fine, he'll be fine."

Morgan scrubbed roughly at his hands, the blood wouldn't come off. He just wanted to blood to come off his hands. Emily, Rossi, JJ and Hotch exchanged a look of concern.

"I know we don't want to think about it but we need to prepare ourselves for the worst. Reid's been shot in his stomach and in his head. He may not make it through this," Hotch said quietly, his own voice wavering as he thought about Reid dying.

"I should have searched downstairs. We split up and we didn't wait. It's all my fault," Morgan said, small tears running down his cheek. "He can't die. He just can't."

Unknown

This was not his original plan. Spencer was barely holding onto life and needed medical attention he wasn't ready to give. He had everything possible to treat Spencer but he had not expected this. Pulling out his phone, he pressed speed dial and waited for his contact to answer. He wanted Spencer now. He had waited too long not to have the man in his possession.

"What?" a rough voice came from the other end.

"Changes of plans. I need you to steal an ambulance. He's been shot in the head and stomach. If he lives, I'll let the doctors do their work. We take him when he is stable. The time is now. You'll get your money when he's with me," the man ordered down the phone. "Don't forget the explosives."

Fourteen hours later

"What is going on?!" Morgan said impatiently as he paced in the waiting room. "They won't tell us anything. It's been fourteen hours. Why isn't he out of surgery?"

"Morgan, calm down," Garcia pleaded as she quickly grabbed his hand and pulled him down into the chair. "He's going to be fine. We just have to trust the doctors."

Morgan was about to respond when a loud bang shook the hospital. The fire alarms began to scream causing the staff to run and check on patients.

"What the hell was that?" Emily gasped.

Hotch rushed out of the waiting room and into the corridor, he searched for a few minutes before finding a member of staff directing the others. He rushed up to her.

"What's going on?" Hotch shouted over the alarm as he held up his badge.

"There was an explosion on our surgery floor, a large one. Three rooms have been destroyed. We have a fire ravaging the entire floor," she answered before trying to run off. Hotch caught her arm and stopped her.

"One of my agents was injured earlier, shot in his head and stomach. He was surgery. Was he in one of the rooms that got caught in the explosion?"

"I don't know," the doctor answered.

"THEN FIND OUT!" Hotch yelled at her. She rushed over to the desk and checked the charts quickly. She whipped one out and searched one of the pages. She looked up and looked Hotch in the eye.

"I'm so sorry," the doctor said. "His surgery room has been destroyed. No-one could have survived that. I'm sorry, he's dead."

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