Reid was waiting for the call. The team had been tracking a group of Unsubs who had left a trail of murder and blood wherever they had gone. Reid, Hotch, Morgan and Emily were waiting to enter a club that the Unsubs had been tracked to. They knew what the group looked like but they had no evidence of their identity, its like they were ghosts.

"Go! Go!" came a slightly panicked voice over the radio. They had sent an undercover agent to scope out the area first.

Reid was third behind Morgan and Hotch while Emily was behind him, they entered the building quickly. A stampede of people ran out of the club as the agents stormed in. Reid and Morgan shot up the stairs with their guns raised, Morgan spotted one of the Unsubs and jolted towards him, the unidentified male headed to the exit almost immediately after seeing Morgan. Reid was about to follow when he spotted the young male that they had identified as the leader. The young man started to walk towards the exit door.

"FBI, freeze and put your hands up," Reid yelled to the young man. The young man turned to him and smiled before disappearing in front of his eyes. Reid breifly caught sight of the exit door swinging and sprinted after the young man. Reid entered the corridor with his gun raised, he kicked the first two doors in the corridor open before venturing further.

"I thought FBI agents were supposed to have back-up," a voice echoed through the corridors, Reid jumped slightly and tightened his grip on his gun.

"Come out now with your hands up, you murdered all those people and you need to pay for your crimes," Reid said as strongly as he could.

"For one little man you sound awfully confident. I didn't murder those people," the voice laughed. " I slaughtered them. They were my three course dinners."

Reid stopped dead for moment. Reid was trying to decipher the Unsubs last few words. It sounded like he was talking about cannibalism but there was no indication of that on the 17 victims.

Reid was about speak before he heard a noise behind him, he turned to look into a set of dark red eyes. Reid tried to pull the trigger but the Unsub grabbed his wrist and twisted it till a loud crack echoed through the corridor. Reid screamed in pain as his gun slipped out of his hand, moments later the Unsub grabbed Reid throat and lifted Reid into the air. Reid gasped for air before letting out an airless groan as the Unsub slammed him into the cold, stone wall. The Unsub leaned foward and smelled the crook of his neck.

"You smell delicious, I'm going to enjoy this," the unsub laughed before he came within inches of Reid's neck.

Reid tried to think of a plan to escape but his brain was a fuzzy mess with the pain that his body was now suffering. Reid felt the Unsub's breath on his neck and wasn't prepared for what was about to happen. Reid felt two large sharp pains in his neck which caused him scream, he felt his neck get ripped apart as the Unsub stayed latched to him. He felt his life begin to drain from him. The taste of blood filled Reid's mouth as the Unsub burrowed further into Reid's neck. He wanted to scream but his throat was dry and no words would escape his lips. The Unsub ripped away from Reid's neck when he heard the door slam into the wall down the corridor. Reid's eyes wandered as he couldn't remember why he had come in. The young Unsub had pulled away from Reid with blood dripping from his lips, the Unsub smiled at Reid before dropping Reid to the floor where he landed in a heap.

Reid watched the Unsub disappear around the corner, Reid put his hand slowly up to his neck and felt the blood pour from his wound. He brought his hand foward and saw that it was covered in a crimson red. Reid thought it was funny that he felt tired but he didn't know why. He saw Morgan, Emily and Hotch come round the corner and stop dead. Morgan gathered himself first and ran towards the bleeding Reid. Reid couldn't understand what Morgan was shouting but it was like hearing someone from the end of a tunnel.

"Hey genius boy stay with me," Morgan panicked.

"M-gan," Reid spluttered before he started to gasp for air. Morgan was shouting at him to stay awake but Reid let the darkness engulf him. He was so tired and the darkness felt comfortable.

Reid felt cold as his eyes shot open, he had expected to see the ceiling of a hospital room but he opened his eyes to see a white fabric. He lifted his hand up to pull the cover off him slowly. He lifted himself up of the cold metal surface he was laying on to find himself staring at a selection of surgical tools, he looked around in confusion before realising where he was.

I'm in the morgue Reid thought as his mind pieced everything together.

Reid lifted himself off the table but lost his footing and fell to the floor knocking the tray of surgical tools to the floor. Reid felt a rush as he got to his feet, everything was brighter and better. He had never felt better before in his life. He hated to admit it but he felt high, he felt as if he had just shot up but he knew that was impossible.

Reid walked over to a mirror and checked his neck, the blood was gone from his skin but he was still wearing the same clothes he had worn when he had passed out, there was dried blood all down his shirt. Reid walked over to the clipboard that was hanging on the table he had been on. He looked in shock at what was written before his eyes.

Spencer Reid
Time of death - 11.10pm

These were the words on Spencer Reid's death certificate.