Disclaimer: Why do you keep asking? It's not mine!
A/N I'm sure your all getting sick of apologies for not posting. But I was staying with relatives for three weeks with a computer or even a free second to write. Sorry again. I'll try to be better
Phe didn't budge even though Spencer had told her to run. She wasn't going to leave him, ever. She just couldn't. Her brain was close to exploding with thought. The young profiler was desperately coming up with something to say to get the man to stand down. But nothing was coming to her normally active brain.
Spencer on the other hand did have ideas. His brain had gone on a mission the second they heard the rustling in the bushes. Protect Phe. That was his one goal. 'Keep her safe.' That's what he kept telling himself. "You're wrong. You're killing innocent people in costumes. You need help." Spencer said sternly. The man chuckled.
"I'm not the one killing innocent, well mostly innocent, women. " He flashed Phe an apologetic look. Victor pulled a small straight razor for her pocket and flipped it open. He offered it to Spencer. "Go on." He said.
"You need help." Spencer said again.
"We can help you." Phe offered. She tried to look as calm and helpful as some in her position could.
Victor just looked annoyed know. The constant conflict of Mike and Tony was starting to get annoying. Mike would tell him to stop.
'Please, don't do this they really want to help!'
The Tony would come in sounding furious. 'Just do it already!'
"Stop!" Victor screamed. Phe jumped about, but quickly recomposed her fake calm. Victor took the razor and forced it into Reid's hand. Reid didn't close his hand around it and it crashed to the ground. "No! What the hell are you doing?" Victor screamed. He lowered the gun and bent down to pick up his fathers razor.
Spencer was about to pull out his gun but Phe laid her hand over his and gestured with her head. Spencer turned to see his father-in-law creeping over slowly. Eric charged the man and tackled him to the ground. They struggled for a second and then they both fell stiff. Phe ran over to her father and pushed him off of Victor. The razor was stuck in Eric's chest. Spencer saw sheer terror flash across his wife's faces.
"Daddy?" She whispered nudging him gently. She slowly pulled the knife out of his chest. Blood oozed our and she instantly regretted removing the razor. He didn't respond. "Daddy, please." She said. Spencer heard her voice crack and he knelt down beside her. Once again Eric didn't stir. Phe couldn't help but cry now.
"Oh, Phe." Spencer said reaching for her and holding her tightly. They sat there for a minute until they heard a soft grunt. Phe turned around first, just in time to see her father open his eyes. She threw her hands over his wound.
"What happened?" It was Gideon's voice. They looked up to see the rest of the team walking over to them. Morgan drew his gun and slowly approached Victor.
"He's still alive just barely." Morgan said.
"I d-don't w-w-want to sound selfish but c-can we maybe focus on me and not the g-guy who tried to kill my daughter?" Eric muttered.
JJ already had her phone to her ear. "I'm calling an ambulance now." She said. She walked away from the group.
"Yeah, because he was holding the gun on Phe." Reid said to Eric. Eric chuckled a little but mostly he just coughed on his own blood. "Sorry." Reid apologized. Phe giggled and kissed him on the cheek, but still kept pressure on her father's wound.
A few minutes' later two ambulances pulled up. They got Eric in first, Phe and Reid when with him. And then they took their sweet time to get Victor in. Morgan and Prentiss escorted him to the hospital. Eric went into surgery and Phe nearly died of impatiens. Shortly after he was out Morgan called and informed them that Victor only had a concussion and was going to be ok to stand trial.