Author's Note: Thank you all so much for reading this! I'm not for sure what season this is set in, sometime after Maeve died, (silently cries) but a little bit before Dr. Tara Lewis. This chapter is also going to be the shortest in the series. Thanks again for reading, and please R&R! : )

I've never felt like I was gonna die before in all the fifteen years I've lived. Okay maybe once when I fell off my bike when I was a kid, but nothing compared to this.

I sat quietly in a corner, with about thirteen other people, all being held captive by some psycho. There was a young looking FBI agent with us that was doing his best to reason with our captor, but wasn't getting any results.

I could tell he was nervous about the situation, but why wouldn't he be?

I had always been interested in criminal justice, especially after my own father had been arrested for killing my mother, but that was beside the point.

I could tell our captor was somewhat OCD, with the fact of him demanding some of the captives to take off any type of clothing or accessories that looked crooked. One of the captives decided to curse at him, which ended up costing him his life. A couple people screamed when it happened, but I focused on how clean the shot was. I knew I had to help the young agent, who I now referred to as Scrawny, after the unsub commanded him to take his bullet proof vest off because it was uneven. My plan was stupid and reckless, but anything would help now, especially after Scrawny had to toss over his gun to the criminal.

"Your plan is flawed." I blurted out, causing the unsub and Scrawny to look as me in surprise.

"What did you say?" Theman said through gritted teeth, with the gun now pointed at my head.

I swallowed hard, and tried to get my thoughts together, "I said your plan was flawed. You're killing people that you believe aren't perfect, aren't you? Killing the people that have had affairs or abuse their families."

I tried to remember all the rumors and police reports I had heard over the last week or so. I assumed that's why he was killing the victims anyway.

"But here's the thing." I started. "You're not even perfect yourself."

The unsub cocked the gun, causing Scrawny to flinch ever so slightly.

"I am perfect!" He yelled, causing a chill to crawl down my spine.

Scary or not, that statement was all I needed to help my case a little more.

"Obviously not." I forced myself to smirk. "I mean, if everybody's dead from not being perfect, then that just leaves you. What happens if you mess up? Do you just shoot yourself?"

"Enough!" He yelled again, before dropping his gun and slamming me into the nearest wall.

I had forgotten how small the room was that we were being held captive in.

So much so, that I let out a small cry of pain in surprise.

"I am right though, your plan obviously wasn't thought through well. If it were me-" I tried to keep myself together.

"I don't care what you would do! I'm the only one who can be in control!" He roared.

"Actually, I've seen many other criminals the are way more powerful than you are." I spat, only to feel more wall in the back of my head.

Hoping that Scrawny had seen what I was trying to do, it was now or never to put the last part of my plan in motion.

"Even I could probably do a better job than you!"

It's hard not cry when you're getting punched and slammed into a wall several times. I did my best to glance over at the agent, who looked genuinely terrified for my life. Thankfully though, he understood what I was trying to do, and quietly grabbed his gun from the floor that he had tossed over earlier. He came up behind the criminal and swiftly hit him in the back of the head. The unsub fell to the ground unconscious, causing me to go down as well. Scrawny quickly put his gun away, and ran over to me. He bent down to face me, but by now, everything was blurry from being hit so many times in the head.

I could tell that other agents were running in the room, and doing their best to calm down everybody. I had actually forgotten there was other people in the room. I guess my mind was so focused, that I only thought it was the unsub, Scrawny, and myself.

"I have a small fracture in the back of my skull." I said a bit slurred.

"I know." He responded gently. "Your head is bleeding a little, just hold on a little longer."

"I'm Kaitlyn Rose." I said, trying to keep myself conscious.

He smiled and probably realized what I was doing, "I'm Dr. Spencer Reid, federal agent for the BAU."

The way he said it made it seem like he's said it a million times before.

I weakly smiled before everything went dark.