So, I kept my word, and seeing that ATOLAC has finished (after 58 chapters and over 50,000 words!) I'm gonna post this up! :)

Updates will be irregular, and will depend on how much work I have to do and how much my muse (Azriel) decides to help me with ideas for this fanfic as well as Twisted Mirror and my Doctor Who/Criminal Minds crossover.

So, this is unbetaed, but this has been posted online before (See Taster Chapters.) and someone voted this as the fanfic I should write next. So, here we go! :)

The day started badly, and it ended badly.

Firstly, I woke up five minutes later than normal, before I tripped up over one of my flatmate's skateboards. Not only that, my favourite cereal had run out, and one of my other flatmate's had stolen my favourite outfit, which I was planning to wear to my presentation that day.

When I finally left the house, I quickly stepped on dog's poo, and I had to go back into the house, and clean my shoes. Then I finally left the house, and missed my normal train, meaning I had to wait another half an hour before I could catch the train to work.

This meant I arrived 20 minutes late, and my boss was in a bad mood, because his wife had left him for a younger man. He then took it out on me, yelling "Why were you late?" and I didn't reply, but I just went to work- if you argue back with my boss when he's angry, he'll literally take it out on you.

Next, my computer had managed to delete the important files I needed for my presentation, which meant I had to go in and say with without my PowerPoint. Then, I forgot my lines and made a pig's ear out of it.

Again, my boss was angry at me, and he suspended me from work for a week, because I had made his company become a laughing stock in front of the other bigwigs in Genetic Engineering. I left work in tears, and then I realised that I had lost my debit card, so I couldn't buy anything to eat or drink.

I then had to walk all the way home, as I had run out of money to buy a train ticket, and I then realised that my home mobile had gone through the wash- stupid flatmate.

So when it finally became evening, I decided to go out to the nearest pub to basically cry about this, when I really nice guy came and sat down on the table next to me, with all his colleagues.

Eventually, I plucked up the courage to talk to him.

"Er, Hi." I mumbled.

"Oh, er hi." He awkwardly mumbled, "Pleased… to er meet you. I'm Dr Spencer Reid. I work for the FBI."

"Maeve Donovan and I am a geneticist. Aren't you too young to be a Dr though?" I asked, with a small smile on my face.

The conversation carried on like this, us two bantering, and becoming more friendly, until a group of armed men walked into the pub, and decided to shoot all of us. All of his friends died before they could do anything.

Finally, they shot Spencer in the chest, and he fell into my arms, and after apologising to me, died.

Then, they shot me.

I should've died.

But, as if Fate was playing some cruel joke, I didn't.

I woke up again.

On the same day I died.