Emily walked arm in arm with the man she never thought she'd see again. They walked slowly down the runway to the man holding a gun and a precious blonde haired boy. Her senses were on high alert, because she didn't want anything to happen here tonight… to anybody.
As they approached McDermot she squeezed Ian's arm involuntarily. She was nervous. Sure, the FBI had them outnumbered but there were too many variables and she was scared. Very scared.
He looked at her briefly and she knew he understood her fears.
Before she even recognized Morgan's voice yelling "GUN!" She spun around and threw herself in front of Ian's body. Within the same second it seemed she felt the bullet pierce her back right in the spot above her vest, next to the base of her neck.
She stood still for a moment and felt the blood with her mouth. She tried to speak before dropping to the ground. She heard Reid fire off shots at Chloe, and she was proud. His practice a the firing range had paid off.
Ian was knelt on top of her, she coughed, trying to speak.
"D-d-dec—" she sputrered, blood choking her. If she was crying she didn't notice.
"Shh, Love, don't try to talk, he's okay." He squeezed her hand, "Don't go, Love, hold on." He said.
"I-ian, I-I always l-loved…" She croaked, before her world went cold.
Ian felt her hand go limp, and he used his handcuffed hands to close her eyes softly.
"I know you did, I always knew…" he whispered.