When he was at the feat of Tobias Hankel, he'd somehow managed to zero in his spinning thoughts. He'd thought, if all his hopes ended in vain, of the only person that mattered to him. The only girl who called him Spence, the only girl he hadn't screwed up a date with. Her expression so warm, so gentle. How much he loved her, like a sister or a friend. Was she alright? Was he on her mind?
Now Spencer was at the feat of yet another cruel excuse of a human being. His leg was bleeding severely from a gunshot wound. The pain was indescribable. Reid peeled his attention away from it, and reminisced on his pride and joy. Sweet JJ. The Bureau had been when letting her go. He'd finally been able to be a genuine godfather to Henry. All the things he'd achieved, and all the intimate things he hadn't been able to achieve. His assailant pressed the weapon against his forehead, while he screamed some incoherent nonsense toward him.
Spencer closed his eyes, and spoke his last words inside his head, "I'll always love you JJ."
A shot rang, echoing off the walls of the rustic warehouse, and waves of golden blonde slowly encompassed him whole.