Hi everyone! So this is my first attempt at a story. Please leave me tons of reviews. I would love to hear your advice/comments. Well, enough from me. I hope you enjoy the story! JUNFORTUNATLY, I DO NOT OWN CRIMINAL MINDS OR ANY OF THEIR CHARACTERS! L

Ch. 1

"More wine Garcia?"

She smiled. Nothing could be better than to have Kevin here with her at her house. "Kevin, I was made for three things; to be a technical analyst, to be with you, and to drink wine."

Kevin chuckled as he poured another glass of champagne. He handed it to Garcia and as she reached for it, her hand brushed against his.

Garcia smiled. "Thanks sugar."

She took a sip from her glass and set it down. She looked up to see Kevin staring back at her.

"What? Do I have a champagne mustache?" Garcia asked.

"No. You're just so…perfect." Kevin smiled.

"You know, Kevin, you should give others compliments more often."

Kevin laughed and clasped his hand in hers. Garcia pulled him out of his chair and onto the couch. She set his face in her hands and brought it close to hers. She softly brushed her lips to his.

"I love you Kevin," Garcia whispered.

"Not as much as I love you," he replied.

Kevin pulled her closer to him. Garcia felt the heat from his body press on hers. He pushed his lips hard to hers. They curled up in each other's embrace until Garcia pulled away.

"What's wrong?" he asked worriedly.

"Nothing. I just need to breathe," she gasped.

Kevin paused a few seconds. "Ok. Time for breathing is up."

Garcia giggled and pushed him when he tried to grab her. "Don't be such a man, Kevin. I'm going to change. Get the movie and popcorn ready, okay?"

Kevin sighed. Garcia smiled as she leaned over to kiss him. She pulled away and walked to her room while Kevin prepared the popcorn and movie.

Entering the room, Garcia tumbled over pillows on the floor to her dresser. She opened the bottom drawer and pulled out her pajamas. Walking in the direction of the bathroom, she peeked into the living room. Kevin was next to the DVD player, hitting it and trying to get it to work. Garcia laughed and turned towards the bathroom. Turning on the light, she entered the bathroom and changed. She washed her hands and face. While cleaning off her makeup, she heard a loud crash. Garcia listened but didn't hear anything afterward. She finished scrubbing her face and walked out towards the living room.

"Alright Mr. Clumsy. What did you break this time?"

Entering the room, she turned the light on. She saw Kevin from behind sitting on the couch. The screen was black. Garcia didn't know if it was the TV or how Kevin didn't answer her, but she was becoming very frightened.

"K-Kevin?" she questioned, but he didn't respond. "Kevin this isn't funny." Still no response.

Garcia cautiously walked toward him, expecting him to jump up and scare her. As she approached him, she noticed the popcorn spilled all over the floor. Trying to calm her breaths, Garcia tapped Kevin on the shoulder.

"Kevin? Honey?"

He didn't move. Garcia stepped in front of him. She screamed when she saw him. He had been shot six times; five times in the stomach and once in the head. Why didn't I hear the shots? Examining his body, Garcia discovered cuts that appeared to be from a knife. The DVD player sat on the floor next to him. But despite all this, there was one thing that scared Garcia more than anything else, his eyes. Wide open, lifeless, they were staring right at her. Their expression, pleading, begging, apologetic. Tears streamed down her face as she reached for his hand. His ice cold skin sent shivers down Garcia's back. He-He's supposed to be warm. Why isn't he warm? But she knew why. Kevin was dead. Despite the fact she sat around and saw dead bodies all day, this was 100 times worse. She knew Kevin. It wasn't supposed to happen to people she knew. It couldn't happen. But it did, and there was nothing she could do except send the person who did this to prison. But at that thought, she gasped. What if the person who killed Kevin is still here? What if he's after me?

That was enough to get Garcia moving. Searching for her phone, she noticed drops of blood on the floor. I have to call for help. I have to call Morgan. Looking around, she spotted her phone on the counter. She hurried to the counter and grabbed it. Opening it, she scanned her phonebook until she found Morgan's number. But before she could hit dial, she felt something hard strike her head and she fell to the floor. Her phone and glasses flew to the other side of the room. She tried to get up, but was too weak. Her hand searched for the pain and found it. Flinching, Garcia brought her hand back and saw it covered in blood. She looked around for some kind of weapon and saw a bat a couple feet away. But it was too late. She was being dragged away from it. Kevin, I'm so sorry. Please Morgan, help me.

"Don't worry. It'll be okay," a husky voice said.

Garcia heard a small laugh and felt cold air rush down her back before losing consciousness.