Reid heard the sounds of muffled cries and the sound of flesh hitting flesh. He rolled over and opened his eyes; or at least the one that wasn't swollen shut. He saw Clayton hitting Tucker over and over. He then saw blood on Tucker's shirt and the bloody knife in Clayton's hand. He felt panic rise in his chest as Tucker bled from her side and onto the cement floor. He looked into her eyes but she wasn't looking at him. She was focused on Clayton looking him dead in the eyes as he beat her and stabbed her. Reid pushed himself to his feet when Clayton stabbed Tucker in the stomach this time. He swayed and looked around to what he could use against Clayton as a weapon. He turned and saw that he was right next to the tray of Clayton's favourite torture tools. He grabbed one knocking the tray over. Clayton turned and looked at him. Reid held the knife out in front of him.
"Leave her alone, Clayton," Reid said watching as Tucker rolled on her back. He tried not to focus on how much blood she was losing. He kept his hand from shaking fighting to stay calm.
"You did this! You turned her against me!" Clayton screamed taking a couple of steps towards Reid.
"I didn't need to turn her against you. She hated you from the moment I met her."
"Spence, no," Tucker muttered rolling back on her side trying to push herself to her feet. She fell over though.
"Tucker, which is her name, hates you. She hates the sight of you and she knows that you are evil. She even told me herself. All the things you did for her were horrible and evil and she knows it. Everyone knows it."
Clayton took another step towards Reid turning the knife in his hand, "How dare you stand there and say these things to me? I hold your life in my hands!"
"Wrong. I hold your life in my hands," Tucker whispered softly.
Tucker watched as Clayton turned and looked at her. She held Reid's gun out in front of her. Clayton's eyes became wide and Tucker squeezed the trigger. She aimed for his stomach and ever shot hit its mark. She emptied the gun and but kept squeezing the trigger. She watched as Clayton stood there the blood pouring down to his stomach and his pant legs. He then fell face first down on the cement floor. Tucker stopped squeezing the trigger and lowered the gun slowly.
Reid rushed to her side now ignoring his own pain. He pulled his shirt out from his pants and ripped off parts of it and held it over Tucker's stab wounds. Tucker let herself fall back on the floor and Reid pushed her shirt up to look at the stab wounds. He saw three and they were all deep and the blood was seeping out of them.
"Stay with me Tucker," he begged pressing down on her wounds hard.
"That was stupid trying to get his attention," she muttered her eyes closing.
"Hey, stay awake," Reid shook her gently, "and I was just being a knight in shining armour. You know, like Morgan."
"I'm not in love with Morgan."
"That's good because that would be awkward."
Tucker winced as Reid pressed harder on her stab wounds. She closed her eyes and felt the darkness sucking her in. She heard Reid talking to her trying to get her to come back to him. She then heard a bang and more noises. She knew that it was the rest of the team busting in. She then let the darkness take over. Reid would be alright with his team; they would protect him. He didn't need her anymore. She felt Reid pull her close to him and she wished she could tell him that she loved him. She then let go and let the darkness claim her. She felt her pain fade away and all she knew was darkness and the empty void.
"Tucker?... Tuck, baby talk to me," Reid said feeling the blood seeping thru his fingers. He looked at her but her eyes were closed and she wasn't looking at him. He felt tears roll down his cheeks. He looked up when he saw Morgan, Prentiss and Rossi come down the stairs. He didn't move though from his spot.
"Reid, is she okay?" Prentiss asked placing her gun in her holster and kneeling beside Reid.
"I don't know, Emily. She isn't moving and she stopped talking to me," Reid said looking back at Tucker more tears falling.
Rossi watched Reid and knew that if Tucker didn't make the young man wasn't ever going to be the same again. He turned when the paramedics came down the stairs. He walked over to Reid and placed a hand on the young agent's shoulder.
"Spencer, the paramedics are here to help her. How about you step back and let them do their jobs?" he asked softly.
Reid thought about saying no but he knew that Tucker needed help. He stood up and took a step back. He watched as the paramedics crowded around Tucker and they started to help her. He stood beside Rossi and looked at the blood on his hands. It was Tucker's blood and he looked away feeling more tears come to his eyes. He accepted the hug that Prentiss gave him. He rested his head on her shoulder and cried.
"She'll be okay, Reid. She will be fine," Prentiss said pulling away and looked at Reid. She had never seen him fall apart before and she couldn't help but be worried about him.
Reid just nodded because he wasn't sure if he could form words at the moment. He turned and saw them loading Tucker onto the stretcher. He went to follow them but Morgan took his arm. Reid looked at him.
"Clayton is dead. You be sure to tell Tucker that when she wakes up," Morgan said.
"Okay," Reid said chancing that one word.
"We need to talk later. There are some things that you should know. But it can wait until after we know that Tucker is alright."
Again Reid nodded. Morgan let him go and Reid followed the paramedics as they carried Tucker up the stairs. She didn't move and he could see the blood seeping thru the white bandages. He was really worried that she wouldn't make it and that he would be alone again. He didn't want to be alone ever again but more importantly he didn't want to lose Tucker. The thought of her not being alive somewhere in the world hurt him more than being alone ever could.