"Move, move, move!" I hear voices of random people, men and women, hollering at each other to hurry and get the kidnapper. It's only then that I open my eyes.

I'm leaning close to Reid, to the point where our sides are pressed together. I see him gazing around, looking as confused as I feel. I breathe heavily, glance at him, and stare at the commotion around us.

Somebody, an dark-skinned male wearing an FBI vest props himself in front of us, examining Reid's face and inspecting everything on us both. "Damn, he f-cked you up good." He mutters, slicing through the ropes with a pocketknife. Someone else breaks the handcuffs around my wrists.

"Morgan, you don't know how glad I am to see you." Reid says with exhaustion. The tall man, Morgan, hoists Reid to his feet, and I stand up with them, watching their conversation.

"Yeah, Spencer, you look fine. You ain't that swollen, I don't think. You will be soon, though."

"Spencer Reid," I mumble under my breath. Morgan laughs a bit, and I guess they both heard me.

"That's him. And I'm Derek Morgan." The man introduces. I smile slightly, raising both brows with a nod.

"I'm terribly sorry for dragging you into this. I can't believe he held such a grudge. Now, the big question is, what's really your name?" Reid asks. His voice is still faint and hoarse, but he already seems smoother.

"Lucy. Lucy Hayes. And at least we weren't taken out together before your friends here stormed in." I answer, hushed.

"Ah, now, what a cute thing to say to ol' Reid." Morgan chuckles. "You two were definitely cuddly when we barged in."

I could feel myself reddening when Morgan says how cozy we were together. I look down at my feet, biting the inside of my cheek. I rock back and forth on my feet, pursing my lips embarrassingly.

"Shut up-" Reid coughs, "You don't know what you're talking about."

Reid begins to say something else, but he's cut off my his own strangled coughing. Blood dribbles from his mouth and he's forced to crouch down while he continues to spit blood onto the paved floor.

"Wh-" I hesitantly place a hand on his arm, my eyes wide with confusion.

I stare up at Morgan, who screams, "Get that ambulance here quicker!"

The S.W.A.T. team gathers, dragging me away from Reid. I scramble to pull away from the man leading me out, but I'm no match to him. I'm just left with the sight of Reid coughing and spitting and streaming out a crimson red. The last thing I hear is a woman's cry.

"Get that f-cking paramedic here, now!" And with that, I'm yanked outside, the blaring sirens behind me.

And to think that our short-lived romance could easily be ended by his death, and not mine.