"Yes, here we stand," Spencer straightened up, "so, you came here to kill me, huh?"

The man smiled, "that's right, I've got to kill you or else I failed and I never fail."

Spencer smiled, and opened his arms wide gesturing to himself, "obviously you do-"

That angered the man who had stepped slowly towards him to the point where they were within arm distance of each other.

The man punched Spencer squarely in the face, but Spencer quickly recovered so, when the man went to punch him again he grabbed his arm and threw him against the wall. The man let out a cry of pain as he had been thrown into a mirror that hung from the wall. The man fell to the ground, Spencer's gun still in his hand and Spencer reached down to grab it from him.

The man held onto it and struggled to get up while they struggled over the weapon. The gun went off and Spencer let out a cry of pain, letting go of his grip on it. His hand went to his side as he backed away from his attacker.

The man smiled and went to hit Spencer over the head with the gun, but Spencer defended himself and disarmed the man sending it flying across the room and the man falling to the ground. He wasn't as useless at defending himself as people at the BAU thought, even his team.

Spencer moved into the living room to get his phone, which the man had also taken. He picked it up and pressed the number two, hearing it ring a couple times.

'Pick up Morgan,' he thought.

"No!" The man realized what Spencer was doing and instead of getting the weapon, grabbed Spencer and spun him around, punching him in the face again.

Spencer went crashing through his glass coffee table, and he cried out in pain as he felt glass cut at his back through his thin shirt. He turned and tried getting up, but his assailant only took the opportunity to wrap his arm around his neck.

"I intend to finish my job this time Doctor," the man growled in Spencer's ear.

Spencer struggled to get out of the man's grip, but eventually gave up struggling and let the man pull him up. Then, he took his own opportunity and elbowed the man in the stomach. The man cried out in pain a bit, but didn't let go of his grip on Spencer.

"You've forgotten a lot of your training in the years since you've been working for the FBI, haven't you Dr. Reid?"

The man wrapped the arm that wasn't still around Spencer's neck around his chest and started pulling him backwards through the living room and kitchen, towards the bathroom. Spencer continued struggling and finally broke free by using a move that Derek had taught him.

Spencer saw his gun had landed in the kitchen, just barely out of view since it was on the other side of the island counter. He dived for it and once he got it he scrambled for cover behind the island. He then crawled to the other end, farthest from his attacker who had quickly recovered.

"Put your hands where I can see them!" Spencer stood up and pointed his gun at the man, who followed his instructions quickly.

The man smiled, "was that an FBI move Dr. Reid?"

"No, it's a move my friend taught me," was his short reply as he kept his weapon trained on the man.

"Your friends, huh? The friends you've been lying to for the last five years?"

Spencer knew the man was trying to frustrate him so he'd let his guard down so he kept calm.

"I wanted to start a new life."

"Away from the people who failed you?" The man tried baiting him, tried making him angry.

"They didn't mean for me to get hurt, and they never meant for you to get hurt either," Spencer said.

"They didn't mean for me to get hurt?!" The man screamed, "they failed me just like they failed you! Just like how your FBI friends have failed you!"

The man then went to tackle Spencer who had moved out of his position behind the counter. Spencer shot at him, but only grazed his arm. They both went flying to the ground, Spencer's head connected with the wall and he was momentarily stunned. It was long enough for the man to grab his gun, but he didn't turn it on him. In fact, he pushed it across the floor away from them before grabbing Spencer by his long hair and pull him up.

He pulled out his knife and pushed it into Spencer's neck, "no more struggling, walk."

Spencer flinched from the pain and stopped struggling and followed the man's instructions, waiting for him to move the knife away from his throat even if it was just for a moment.

The man pushed him into the bathroom and Spencer fell to his knees in front of the bathtub. He turned to get up and face the man, but he wasn't fast enough. The man grabbed his hair again and forced his head under the water, leaning right over him and holding him down even as he struggled.

At some point the man dropped his knife and Spencer felt it drop beside his leg. The man pulled him out of the water for brief moments before putting him back under, Spencer reached down for the knife and aimed the knife for anywhere he could.

The man cried out in pain as Spencer had stabbed him in the shoulder. Spencer pulled his head up and got up quickly. Passing the man to run out of the bathroom, but he had grabbed Spencer's ankle and Spencer fell to the ground. He turned and kicked the man, trying to get free.

The man let go easily and Spencer ran from the bathroom, his attacker right on his heels, but then there was a banging on the door.

"Open up Reid!" Came Derek's booming voice.

The man sent one more look at Spencer that clearly said "this isn't over," before jumping out the window he had come in and climbing down the balcony. He got into his car and raced away.

Derek broke in the door and rushed in with Emily behind him, both their guns at the ready.

They only saw Spencer; his hair soaked with water and blood dripping down his neck. His lips and hands were also bleeding a little, but the two team members didn't notice because they were more concerned with his bleeding throat and the blood coming from his side.

"Reid!" Derek put his gun away while Emily went to start checking the rest of the apartment.

"It's no use Emily, he's gone," Spencer told her.

"How?" She asked, with her answer being Spencer gesturing to the window.

Emily called Hotch so they could start setting up road blocks.

"What happened man?" Derek asked.

Spencer wiped his lip with his hands and let Derek lead him out of his apartment building to the ambulance, which had shown up.

"He came after me..." was all Spencer said, and Derek didn't push it.

He wanted to get Spencer to the hospital fast and he pressed the tea towel that he had grabbed from the kitchen against Spencer's side.

"You need to keep pressure on this pretty boy," Spencer grabbed the towel and kept it in place while Derek looked at the cut on his neck.

"It doesn't look very deep, but you may need stitches," he was saying, "I'm more worried about this bullet wound."

"It's nothing, just a scratch," Spencer said, trying not to let on that he was starting to feel nauseous.

Finally the paramedics loaded him into the ambulance and Derek sat beside Spencer while they took his blood pressure.

"I don't take narcotics," was Spencer's short answer when they offered him pain medicine.

By the time they got to the hospital Spencer was truly starting to feel ill, he had lost a lot of blood and he was on the brink of losing consciousness.

"Spence!" Derek had called the rest of the team and Spencer heard JJ's voice first.

She raced to his side as the paramedics rushed him in. She tried grabbing his hand, but before she knew it he was already being rolled into the OR, and Spencer lost consciousness with the last thing he saw being her face.