Hey! this is the second to last chapter! WOOOP WOOOP! thanks you guys for sticking with me for my first fanfiction EVER!

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This chapter may get a bit confusing, but please reveiw so i know how badly i did! :L

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'Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the number of moments that take your breath away.' –unknown

Spencer had always enjoyed photographs; although he hated having his taken. When he was a boy, it fascinated him how one moment could be captured, forever unchanging. No matter what changed in his reality, pictures were forever frozen, perfect. But at the moment his reality seemed like a photograph being taken vigorously slowly. His eyes registered events piece by piece, picture by picture. That, at least, put him at ease.

As Reid stared into the determined, rage-filled brown eyes of his former friend, he couldn't help but let his thoughts wander to his team and what they would do if he survived this; the odds were uncomfortably against him. His grip tightened on the screwdriver launched in his leg as he let his memories swarm his vision momentarily.

Hotch would smile, one of his rare heart-warming smiles that barely crossed his face anymore and may even place a gentle hand on his shoulder.

Rossi would nod quietly, the proudness and approval overwhelming his dark eyes; a glad smile may glint across his face.

Prentiss would give him a firm squeeze, her face smiling but her eyes telling the real story of how much she actually cared for him.

JJ wouldn't hesitate to pull him in for a gentle hug, tears in her eyes as she held his hand comfortingly while throwing in the occasional 'Spence…'.

Derek would playfully hit him over the shoulder and ruffle his hair, but his feelings would show through his eyes, caring and pride prevalent in them.

Garcia would kiss him fully on the cheeks and, unable to contain herself, let her tears fall across her cheeks. A bear hug would certainly be necessary.

Spencer mentally smiled. A brief glint in his eyes as a lone tear travelled down his sunken cheeks at the thoughts of what he would miss.

Snapshot.

Without another hesitation, Reid yanked the rusted screwdriver from his femur. Spencer, ignoring the white stabs of pain as his blood began to flow freely from the now unblocked hole in his femoral artery, plunged the screwdriver upwards under Ethan's ribcage, piercing his lungs.

Snapshot.

Ethan tried to scream, but the air had already escaped his pierced lung, weakening it to a gasp of pain. As he realized what Spencer had done, his final betrayal, Ethan raised the blade of the knife above Spencer's chest. He bent his head down towards Reid's ear and used the last of his breath.

'Checkmate.'

Snapshot.

Reid braced himself for the blade to enter his body, and glanced over to where Ally was lying on the floor, barely conscious, and smiled a reassuring smile. Ally tried to scream as she watched the knife slice through the tense, heavy air in the basement, but couldn't as the blood began to fill her throat.

Snapshot, battery dead.

Reid could only slightly feel the weight on bruised ribs disappear. Only to be replaced by what his mind slowly realized were compressions. Each one sending sparks of pain through his cells. As the blackness retreated, His, not quite seeing, eyes were on Ally's now convulsing body as the blood flowed out of her mouth. As his hearing slowly came back to him, he realized somebody was trying to talk to him.

'Reid… Reid! Look at me! You're going to be fine, the medics are on their way. Hold on for me, please!'

Morgan's voice made Reid turn his head. His whole team was now in the basement with him. He looked to the side and saw Ethan's now unseeing eyes looking at him; a bullet hole through his temple. Did I just die?

Everything came rushing back to Reid now. The pain. Oh god, make it stop! Morgan… Morgan, help her! Help Ally! Reid started to get up. He needed to help Ally. She's dying! I promised her… please… Spencer felt Morgan's as well as several other pairs of hands on top of him, pushing him down.

'No! Let me go! I have to get to her… I promised!' Reid yelled at the top of his lungs, his voice strained as he tried to ignore the pain of his arm and throat and head; the sinking feeling as the blood was leaving his body. He was extremely surprised that his brain was able to form sentences, seeing as he died for the second time in his life only moments ago.

Reid pushed with all of his lasting strength over to Ally, despite the various hands pulling him back.

'Ally? Ally listen to me, keep your eyes open…' He said as he pressed his right hand to Ally's gash on her chest.

'Squeeze my hand if you can hear me, Ally? Okay? Squeeze my hand… that's it.' Reid felt her hand squeeze around his broken one with what must have been all her strength but it only hurt faintly compared to everything else his body had been subjected to.

'Where's the medic!?' Reid all but screamed, he felt the foreign hands on his bleeding leg, trying to stop the bleeding. Reid searched around the room for the paramedic's when he suddenly realized that Prentiss and JJ were also trying to help Ally.

Ally moaned in pain as she felt what must have been three pairs of hands on her bleeding abdomen. She tried to ignore the panic that was setting in her mind as she thought back to the advances that Ethan had made on her, instead she kept her heavy eyes on Spencer. Through the haziness he looked awfully pale, more than when she first met him. His normally beautiful wide eyes were pained; his slender neck was dark purple with bruises. The hand she was meant to be squeezing was bent at awkward angles and his soft voice sounded so raw. She also noted the fast swelling pool of red crimson surrounding his right leg.

'H-hey, a-at least-t I'm not-t dead y-yet. Right?' Ally added a strained smile towards Spencer, speaking made the pain that much more real.

'Yeah, t-that's r-right. J-just keep looking at-t me. Ally… Ally!?' His tone got more urgent as he watched Ally's eyes flutter closed.

He only vaguely saw the paramedics rush over to them, shock but determination in their eyes. They immediately began CPR on the bloodied female.

Spencer watched in horror as the medics worked on Ally, his exhaustion was catching up on him, biting at his heels. At least he thought it was exhaustion. Unconsciousness seemed so welcoming. But he had to stay awake; he couldn't leave Ally alone through this. He realized he was losing the battle when he felt his head make a beeline for the floor, only to be let down easily by Hotch's gentle hands.

Reid tilted his head to the side, staring as Ally's body jerked with each compression. As his eyes slowly fluttered closed, he could barely hear the strained protests of his team. The final thing Spencer saw was his and Ally's bloodied hands, still hanging on to one another, before the devilish shade of darkness welcomed him with open arms, sweeping him into unconsciousness.

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