A/N: I'm looking for a beta reader (just for this story). If anyone's interested, please let me know. And please, let me know your thoughts about this whole thing.

I know this chapter is a little long, next one's will be shorter. =)

Enjoy!

Where am I?

Everything was dark around Maeve Donovan. She was nauseous, yet she felt numb. She couldn't see anything and that always got her nervous. What had just happened?

Slowly some pictures formed in the darkness. She was there. And Spencer was there. Had they finally met? She had already suspected her stalker to be gone. Probably she felt save enough and decided to meet him?

She looked at herself and him. So happy. Smiling. Yet, why didn't she walk over and pulled him into a hug as she had desired for a very long? Why didn't she at least great him? Did she change her mind at the very last moment and run away like that one night at the restaurant?

No, no. The pictures changed. It was dark again. Or... No, it wasn't dark. She could see him. His eyes covered by a blindfold, yet he looked exactly like she imagined. Maeve gave a weak smile and tried to get up. Apparently she was sitting on a chair, her feet touching the ground, her arms on the leans. She wanted to walk over, but she couldn't. Looking down she saw her arms tied to the leans. What the hell was going on?

Someone took the blindfold off Spencer's eyes. Beautiful, green-brown eyes. Not that she cared.

"I don't love you", he said.

Maeve was baffled. Why did he just say that? The picture erased from her mind and she fell back into the darkness hardly fighting the darkness claim her.

"Reid..."

"No!" Reid shook his head in disbelief. Maeve... no, this wasn't even possible. This couldn't be true. He brushed a finger against her pale cheek. Her body had yet to cool down. He almost felt like her heart was still doing it's job, struggeling for life. Something that had just been taken from her because of nothing.

His finger was trembling, yet he left a light imprint on her cheek, which disappeared again just like that.

God, she was beautiful! Why did he never push her to meet? If they had met, she'd probably be alive or at least, he would've died with her.

He longed to tell her some things she would now never figure out. He loved her. And even though she couldn't really help him with blindfolds he wasn't scared when he felt she was in the room with him. She figured out his game immediately. She was a smart mind, for sure.

If he had only known how to kiss Diane back... If only someone had shot her.

Reid brushed against his beloved's cheek once more. The imprint disappeared as quickly as it appeared.

Wait a second... it disappeared?

"Someone call 911!"
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Maeve was back at her dark place again. Thinking.

Why did he say that? Why did he say he didn't love her? And why did he tell her that with such an open hearted smile? Did he...

She shook her head trying to free her mind. There had to be a reason for that. God, she needed to think!

Suddenly, Maeve was pulled back into that warehouse again. Or... was it a warehouse? Damn, she didn't have a clue.

There was Spencer. He was not longer sitting at some chair. She was looking at him. He was talking, but apparently, not to her. She wanted to go to him and ask him about his statement. But again she found herself caught. Something was pressing against her throath. It felt soft and yet hard. Like flesh and bones. An arm. Maeve followed the arm up to his owner. Surprisingly she found the owner wasn't any taller than herself.

It was a woman, who pointed a gun at... well, Maeve.

Maeve opened her mouth in shock.

"WAIT!"

She looked back at Spencer, who'd just screamed that. There were some more people standing behind him now. They had FBI written on their bullet proof vests. A picture started to form in her mind as she heard a loud noise. Something hit her skull and she fell to the ground headache starting to build up as she hit hard and without any warning. Blood dropped from a wound at her left temple.

Maeve opened the eyes back at her dark place. Oh god. She had just witnessed her own death. She was dead.

Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. The word was repeating like the beep of an heart monitor. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

"BP 80/30, 40 beats per minute, bradycardia", one of the paramedics said out loud. Reid knew this wasn't good. But at least, she had a pulse.

He was holding her hand and didn't let anybody take him away from her.

"Sir, we gave her the infusion. There's nothing more we can do for her right now. Would you please let us check your arm?"

"I'm fine", he snapped. "I'll get it fixed at the hospital."

"Sir... please, at least let us do a tourniquet", one of the paramedics asked him.

"Fine!" Reid didn't let go of her hand, though. She was still alive. She could make it.

God, she had to make it. He didn't know what he'd do if she'd loose that battle. He needed her. He had already lost her once.

"Please, Maeve", he whispered softly stroking through her hair, "You've gotta make it. There's so much more that we should all see in that world..."

The young profiler didn't even recognize the tears dropping from her face.

Maeve felt something cold falling on her cheeks. She was cold. Something was pouring into her arm. She longed to scratch the foreign matter away, but she couldn't move her left arm not at all.

The deads slowly turned into beeps.

Maybe, I'm alive, she thought hope raising. She tried very hard to open her eyes, but it was hard.

Unconscious, she thought. Then she felt more of the cold substance dropping onto her face. Tears, she thought. Someone was brushing through her hair. Spencer?

Maeve braced herself and opened her eyes. Her lids fluttered and the room was revealed to her. An ambulance. And right at her side: Spencer!

A paramedic rushed over her face and she lost the sight of him.

"She's opened her eyes", he yelled. "Can you hear me, Miss?"

Maeve would've loved to answer his question or even to ask some things back, but she couldn't bare to open her mouth.

"Maeve", she heard Spencer. Asking, hoping.

I'm here, she wanted to say. But her mouth wouldn't let her.

"Miss, If you hear me, please try to do anything to show. Can you blink your eyes?"

Maeve tried. And successed.

Everyone gave a reliefed sigh.

"We're on our way to the hospital right now. You'll need some surgery." Maeve blinked. "You've been shot." I know. She blinked. "We need to remove the bullet from the brain." She blinked. Spencer.

Maeve felt her power come tumbling down. She tried to fight against it, but her lids fluttered eitherway.

"I love you", she heard Spencer and then she felt back into her darkness not knowing about what would happen next.

Maeve squeezed her eyes at the light. She had a pretty hard headache and felt pretty numb, but except for that she felt pretty well and... alive.

As she pulled up all her strength she shifted herself in the bed she was apparently laying in and turned her head to the left just to find Spencer asleep on a chair beside her. She smiled.

Spencer woke up to find Maeve looking at him. She was smiling. He looked out of the window behind her. It was deep in the night. He sat up quickly and took her hand not even bothering to ask anymore. Why would he.

"You alright?"

"You saved me", she stated still smiling. "Thank you."

"No, you saved yourself. Not everyone survives such kind of impact", he corrected her.

She shook her head. "No. You saved me. without you, I wouldn't have made it through all of this. Thank you."

He blushed.

"Maeve?"

"Yeah, Spence?"

"I thought you were dead." He looked at her his eyes connecting with his. He was serious and so was she. "Yeah, me too", she replied.

"I love you", he said. "I thought I'd never tell you, Maeve. I love you."

She smiled weakly, still numbed by the shot and the surgery. "I love you, too."