First story. Here goes.
I don't own Criminal Minds.
Drip. Drip. I felt the blood running down my arm as I tried to stem the flow. I couldn't feel the pain that was supposed to be radiating from my shoulder. Maeve was seconds away from being shot in the head. She was all that mattered right now.
"Thomas Merton," Maeve said with surprising calmness.
"Who's Thomas Merton?" Diane asked angrily pushing the gun harder against Maeve's neck.
Fear seized me as the only woman whom I had come to love's life was threatened once again.
"He knows. He knows," Maeve stated. "He's the one thing you can never take from us." Boldness and courage filled her words.
I knew that would antagonize Diane even more. I knew that Maeve just wanted to protect me. She didn't care if she died as long as I lived.I looked at Maeve, then once more at Diane. Her eyes shifted into a look of defeat.
"No," she said with quiet rage, stepping closer to Maeve and raising the gun to her own head.
"WAIT!" I screamed, but I wasn't heard as the sound of a gunshot filled the air.
I looked down, seeing Maeve's lifeless body lying on the floor and a pool of blood forming around her head. I started shaking, unable to pull air into my lungs.
"no...No...NO!" I screeched as I fell on my hands and knees willing myself not to vomit.
Slowly, I started crawling towards her body, leaving a trail of blood. I stopped a few inches short and reached out. I moved a stray strand of hair behind her ear and began to caress her face. I felt hot tears tracking down my face as I remembered all of our conversations. And now the most beautiful girl in the world was gone. I looked over at the body lying next to Maeve's. Rage boiled through me like a poison. I shifted over unable to contain my anger any longer.
"You fucking bitch!" I cried out as I began to pound my fists into Diane's dead body.
I felt arms shoot out and grab my shoulders tearing me away from my useless revenge.
"Reid!" I heard Morgan shout as I struggled against the hands that were currently holding me against the floor.
I looked up to find Hotch pinning me down.
"Reid, you need to calm down," he said.
"Get off me so I can rip that bitch apart!" I yelled struggling underneath his weight.
"Get off me! Get off me!" I repeated over and over again.
I started panicking and flailing about like a fish out of water as another pair of hands- which belonged to Morgan- came to hold me down.
"It's not fair! It's not fair!" I cried out.
"I know, Reid. I know it's not," said Morgan woefully.
I started to break down completely, sobbing as I lay with my back against the cold, hard ground. Hotch and Morgan loosened their grips on my shoulders. I heard the rest of the team shuffle closer and kneel next to me. I reached out and felt someone take my hand. I saw that it was Blake's and squeezed it as though trying to somehow transfer my emotions to her. She squeezed back with tears trailing down her face.
"Why," I whispered through gasping breaths.
"Why Maeve," I wheezed before finally succumbing to exhaustion and passing out into the relaxing darkness.
Dylan Thomas once said,"Do not go gentle into that good night, rage, rage against the dying of the light."