Last chapter, everyone! Hope you like it! (BTW-sorry 4 the shortness of the last+this one! It's the end so no worries!)

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I come home from work, put down my messenger bag, and plop down on my couch. It had been a rough case. The unsub had raped and stabbed four twelve-year-old girls. On top of that, he had to be shot down at the scene, but not before murdering his fifth.

I lay my head down on the back of my sofa and close my eyes. How the heck am I going to live for the next fifty years?

Suddenly, I feel a hand at my shoulder and a knife at my throat. I look over and see my gun lying out of my reach across the couch. Well, that's helpful. Sarcastic at the most unusual of times, but I guess I've never been normal.

I feel the stranger rip the knife across my throat. I start choking and becoming panicked. I suddenly realize that he has cut my throat in such a way that it would take a few minutes for me to die.* The profiler in me wonders if he has a medical background or if I just got "lucky". Figures. Of course I die a slow, painful death. Though the pain was starting to subside and I feel myself closing off to the world, not ready to die, but not gonna live, either.

By now I've stopped choking, and I see the bloodied man cleaning the blood off my walls. I find myself thinking about the team, my mother, my father, Tobias, Elle, and Gideon. Gideon, who helped me get into the BAU. Gideon, who helped me realize how much of an addict I was. Gideon, who had to leave because Sarah was murdered by Frank…

I realize that I don't want that to happen to my team. I want them to find my killer, but I also want them to move on. I wish I could write them a letter.

A few seconds later, I see the unnamed man take something from a bag behind my now partially crimson couch. I can barely move my eyes enough to follow the object to my throat.

"You're not dead yet?" He asks in disbelief. Well, that rules out medical background.

He takes the object away, and I see that it's a paint brush, covered in my blood. The almost scary part is, I didn't feel a thing, though I was too close to death to really care.

I finally start to relax. I can feel myself pulling away completely from earth, knowing that statistics and math and physics and everything else doesn't matter. Nothing matters. Though just before I pass completely, I witness a large 'C' being painted on my grey carpet….

THE END

*I'm pretty sure that this could never happen in real life, but just because this is my story and my rules, this really actually happened (Just be lucky that I didn't say that the trees were purple and everyone had flying pants. Humour me on this).

Thanks for reading, everyone! I have another idea floating around in my head that DOESN'T include killing off my favourite character (I'm sorry I put you people through this but I had to get this idea out of my head. Any Fanfic authors out there will get this). Thanks to everyone who reviewed this story, who added it to their favourites, and everyone who put on the story alert for this. I THANK YOU ALL!