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Amy took a deep, heavy breath, striding into the kitchen and grabbing the unfinished bottle of wine, pouring the thick red liquid into a glass. She took a hasty gulp, closing her eyes. Spencer's beautiful eyes after he'd kissed her that last time flashed in his mind, beside the image of Morgan's surprisingly gentle smile after he'd said goodbye to her on the plane.

She stared into the glass of red wine, taking another sip.

"Enjoying that drink, Amy?" A cold, chilling reptilian voice suddenly murmured in her ear. Amy froze, her neck stiffening. Her gut instinct screamed at her to run, as she spun around, gasping out a breath when she came face to face with a dark haired, flat eyed man. "Uh-uh, one movement, and I slash this pretty neck," He murmured, and Amy started trembling, the cold blade of a knife pressed against her neck.

"So beautiful," He whispered, trailing his fingers up and down her neck. "I wonder if…" He suddenly jerked, making a long shallow slit vertically up her neck. She choked out her pain, as he chuckled humourlessly.

Those eyes… that laugh… Amy choked back her memories, a thousand images flashing on repeat in her mind on repeat, unable to be stopped. Fear and terror emanated in her every cell- she'd lived this nightmare before.

Not again…

"Go on," She managed to grit out, her eyes darting behind him, searching for her gun- before remembering she'd tucked it inside a drawer on the opposite side of the room.

She was trapped.

"I thought they locked up the murderer," Amy managed to whisper, injecting as much terror into her voice as she could. It wasn't particularly difficult.

"They got the wrong man." He said bluntly, before leaning forward and gently brushing the outline of her lips. "Speaking of the wrong man, I've been watching you, Amy. That man you're with, completely wrong for you. You could do better…" His eyes glinted dangerously, as he touched the long trickle of blood that was seeping down her neck.

"I've been waiting for this." He laughed; low and dangerous… it was her worst nightmare, all over again.

"Waiting for what?" Amy managed to whisper, already afraid of the answer.

"To kill you, of course." Amy watched as he lowered the knife only a fraction away from her skin, but it was enough. She suddenly jerked her body, twisting her knee up into his groin, using the reflexes that got her through FBI agent training double the time normal agents took to finish the course. He grunted in a mixture of pain and surprise, jerking his arm into her, and doubling over seconds later.

A sharp, searing, excruciating pain consumed Amy's body as she choked on air, looking down. Off to the side of her stomach was a jagged knife handle, sticking out of her stomach. She stared at the floor, where red was slowly starting to drip down.

I'm going to die. She turned around furiously, the pain throbbing and starting to make her world spin, seeing the psychotic man still bent over, growling.

She stumbled unsteadily across the room, her vision swirling as she clutched at the knife gingerly, not sure whether she should pull it out or not, but hurrying, yanked it out, grunting in pain. She fumbled as she got to the drawer, yanking it open… when suddenly, hands were behind her, jamming the drawer shut so fast she couldn't pull her fingers out, catching them.

She screamed out in pain, in unison to his horrible laughter, yanking her fingers free before he kicked her to the ground. "Now, now I'm going to kill you," He whispered, and Amy mustered up the most strength she could despite the swirls of pain pounding against her and she kicked out viciously against his knees, sending him tumbling to the ground.

It was enough time to jerk her sore, battered body up and fling open the drawer, ignoring the pounding pain in her fingers and stomach. Her fingers, so pained they felt like they had been broken, curled around the gun, before she turned. He was coming towards her, his eyes narrowed, dark and angry, when she shot. Twice. Three times. His body froze, a vicious snarl streaking across his face.

"This is not the end," He coughed out. "This is only the beginning." His eyes stared into hers before he choked, collapsing lifelessly.

She staggered around blindly, falling to the floor and collapsing in a pile. Pain throbbed everywhere, on her neck, in her stomach, in her fingers, but, through the spinning black spots that were in her eyes, but she fumbled in her back pocket, until her fingertips grazed the cool steel of her phone.

Blearily, through dizzy eyes, she listened to a dial tone, once, twice, her vision fading, her senses numbing, only the fiery pain getting her through and keeping her conscious.

"Hotchner." Amy choked on her words, before managing to say them.

"Unsub… stabbed… help." She whispered, before the phone dropped from her hand, and her vision finally blacked out.


Morgan walked into 'Garcia's Lair', where JJ and Garcia were sitting, talking in hushed, gossipy voices. "Just the man I wanted to see," Garcia suddenly squealed, beaming up at him. "They caught the dude! The psycho dude. He's in custody." Morgan grinned, suddenly feeling happier. "That means your girl is coming home," JJ added playfully, winking. Morgan folded his arms over his chest. "I'm not obsessed with Amy like you make it sound," He said sternly. "Okay. Answer us this then Morgan, what's your favourite thing about Amy?" Garcia demanded, and Morgan hesitated, thinking.

"I like the way she looks at me in a crowded room… like we're the only two people there." Morgan said finally, feeling embarrassed once the words had left his mouth. He never knew he could be so cheesy.

"Aw!" Garcia squealed, turning around when he phone began to ring shrilly.

"You never heard that," Morgan said hastily, as Garcia picked up her phone, still giggly.

"Penelope Garcia, tech goddess and general wonder woman…what? Oh my God. Yeah okay… we'll be there as soon as we can." Garcia turned to JJ and Morgan, her eyes huge. "Who was it, Garcia?" JJ asked worriedly.

"Hotch. We… we got the wrong guy. The wrong Unsub." She whispered.

"But that means…" JJ began, as Morgan stared at Garcia, his eyes widening in realization, horror settling over his features. Dread formed like a heavy ball of lead in his stomach before he even heard the words.

"Amy was attacked."


"So, if you look at how the handwriting tilts slightly to the left, it indicates that this person is methodical, cautious and practical." Reid finished, glancing at Gideon for approval.

"Good job. Just fax over the analysis tonight or tomorrow morning, and it should be fine." Gideon assured, and Reid nodded, smiling in satisfaction.

"How was your case with Agent Baik?" Gideon asked casually, gathering up his files. Reid hesitated; reminding himself to be careful- he was talking to one of the most legendary profilers in the FBI, after all, one who he not only greatly admired, but who was like a father to him.

"It was good." He managed to say finally, wincing at how awkward he sounded.
"She's a really intelligent woman." He added quickly.

He could feel Gideon's gaze on him. "She's been on a few dates with Morgan, hasn't she?" He questioned lightly, and Reid fought to control his facial expression.

"A couple. They haven't really brought it up with Hotch yet, I don't think he knows… they're not really official or anything." Reid rambled, ducking his head in embarrassment as he hurriedly stuffed papers into his messenger bag.

"Reid…" Gideon's sentence was cut off by the quiet beeping of his phone. "Hold that thought." He said busily, holding the phone up to his ear gingerly. "Jason Gideon."

Reid let his concentration drift away, and back to that weekend. Back to Amy's smile, back to her lingering, expressive eyes. Back to the way she kissed him, passionately, sweetly and more importantly, her last kiss, the stunned look in her eyes afterwards.

Reid wondered if he had made a difference, if he had impacted her in any way.

If she would tell Morgan that she couldn't see him anymore, because she had feelings for someone else…

"Reid." Reid's head shot up, and he nodded at Gideon, thankful he couldn't read minds, but alarmed by the worried look in Gideon's eyes. Reid knew it took a lot to make Jason Gideon worried.

"We have to get to the State Hospital, the ICU ward," He said, his eyebrows furrowed. Reid's eyes widened, the Intensive Care Unit? "Why?" He questioned curiously. Gideon hesitated noticeably before replying slowly.

"It's Amy."


"Is she alive?" Morgan barked, standing up immediately and moving around the room restlessly. "Yes, but just barely. She's in the ICU unit now, they're about to go into operation." Garcia babbled, but Morgan was already up, nearly out of the room, already in SSA Agent Derek Morgan mode.

"We need to go." He half-yelled, storming away. He was too worried and tense to notice how JJ and Garcia were reacting, his mind focused purely on that pair of blue eyes he'd been missing for three days now.

Reid burst into the hospital, Gideon behind him. "Reid! Gideon!" They turned, seeing Garcia, JJ and an incredibly tense looking Morgan. Once in the ICU Ward, they spotted Hotch immediately, standing and looking more grim than usual.

"How is she?" They asked simultaneously, as Hotch shook his head, clearly distressed.

"Not good. They're not sure if… if she's going to make it through surgery." Reid blinked, stunned, as Morgan reeled back, clearly horrified.

"What happened?" Gideon managed to ask calmly.

"I don't know the full story. All I do know is that she was stabbed by the Unsub, and that he was shot three times and found dead in the apartment." Hotch answered worriedly.

"Who was the Unsub?" Gideon questioned, and Hotch sighed. "Harrison Caulfield. He was originally a guest at the hotel two years ago, but he worked in management there. He was one of the people we interviewed as a witness." Gideon looked down at the ground, distress on his lined face.

"What is the extent of her injuries?" Reid babbled nervously. "I don't know," Hotch said helplessly, as a solemn looking surgeon came towards them, hands on hips.

"Amy Blake?" He questioned, as they all nodded. "She's just gone into surgery now. She… simply put, she was stabbed pretty deeply in the stomach, and we're looking to see if she's damaged any major organs severely. She's also had three of her fingers badly broken and four dislocated, and has a quite deep surface wound on her neck. She's suffered from head trauma and extreme blood loss, and it's too soon to tell what the outcome will be."

From the corner of his eyes, Reid saw JJ grab Garcia's hand worriedly.

"She'll make it, though? She'll be okay?" Morgan asked suddenly, his arms folded in front of him. "I don't know," The surgeon answered helplessly, before turning and leaving.

The team sat in stunned silence, their entire worlds stunned.