Spencer Reid wasn't a person comfortable around guns.

Frankly, he didn't grasp the ability to aim and shoot quiet like his fellow team mates.

He could break codes in a matter of minutes. He could reference literature from the 17th century since grade school. He can discuss the many aspects of human anger and evil for hours and then turn around and tell you his favorite joke about existentialists.

However, he wasn't the first you would trust with a gun.

As they drove to the location Garcia had found, Spencer stared at his gun with anger and motivation in his eyes. He had always felt a duty to his job and to the victims. Yet this was the first time he felt like he was after a larger goal.

Derek and Hotch seemed to notice the different attitude in their friend. Rossi was going over extraction procedures and Derek was strategizing their team's movements. The chemistry of the team relied on aspects of all of their personalities. They relied on Hotch's focus, Rossi's experience, Prentiss's ability to compartmentalize and handle cases with children, Morgan's insight and follow through and JJ's communication skills. They were all more focused on this case after the BAU building was attacked and Penelope was injured. Penelope was the heart of the team, the one who kept them grounded. However they also relied on Spencer's mind, both in seriousness and in humor. He was the kid brother of the team and now that he was being attacked, it was adding fuel to the fire.

Before Derek or Aaron could say something to Reid, Emily grabbed his hand and gave him a soft smile. "Spencer, we will find her. You need to keep focused and be ready. That is all we can ask of you."

The team nodded in agreement and Spencer sighed. The blood was pumping through his veins like it was on fire. He wanted Tymes and Torres put away and he hoped Rebecca was still alive. "Are there ambulances on stand by?" he asked.

Hotch nodded. He caught Emily's eye in the mirror and mouthed 'Thank You' to her for helping Spencer. Typically, Garcia or JJ helped boost their young man's morale. Emily did a good job helping him today.

Before anyone could add anymore to relieving the tension in the vehicle, Hotch stopped the car. "We're here. Don't forget positions."

Everyone exited the vehicle and moved toward the house. They approached the front door when they heard a scream from the back yard. Changing their tactic, Derek, Spencer and Hotch moved quickly toward the back yard while Emily and Rossi took routes along either side of the house.

What the men saw when they approached the yard was something none of them could have imagines. The tent was on fire, black smoke in the air and Paul Tymes was standing in front of Rebecca's body which was lying in the dirt. He was pouring water upon her and she screamed as the mud and water were hitting her wounds and stinging her snake bite. He was kicking her side and yelling incoherent words as the men raised their guns and surrounded them.

"FBI! Put the water down and step back! Step back!" Morgan yelled.

Paul pulled out a knife and smiled at the men in front of him. "You cannot interrupt this offering."

"Put the knife down, Paul!" Hotch said, training his gun on Tymes.

Emily had her gun drawn ready to come forward when needed when she suddenly felt pain to her right side. She turned and saw Diana Torres looking at her with crazed eyes. Looking down, she saw the blade that was now imbedded into her side and she started losing focus. Stumbling backwards, she tripped upon a rock and landed on the ground with a thud, moaning loudly as she landed.

Diana let out a loud cry of success when Hotch and Rossi turned their attention to the sound. Aaron's heart stopped as he saw Emily on the ground, holding her side and Diana standing above her. "Emily!" he cried out. He began to move toward her when Derek caught his attention.

"Hotch, focus!"

Derek took in the movements of Rossi putting Diana into hand cuffs and moving her to the police vehicles that were now outside the house. "Paul, I will not tell you again, put the knife down."

"The loss of this whore will bring good fortune to humanity. It is my duty to fulfill my mission. I will not let the devil win! I will not..." As Paul began to thrust the knife downward toward Rebecca a single shot echoed through the night. Between his eyes, Paul Tymes was shot by no one other than Spencer Reid. Paul fell backward, his body catching onto the flames, as Spencer ran forward and kneeled next to Rebecca.

"Call for medics!" Morgan yelled.

Aaron moved quickly and kneeled down next to Emily who had pulled the knife from her side. She was now sitting up, safety jacket now beside her and taking in her new wound. "Stupid bitch didn't know a thing about the thickness of these things," Emily said.

Hotch took in her injury that didn't appear to be anything more than a scratch, and turned her face toward his. She gave him a tired smile and before she could speak, he pressed his lips against hers, holding her tightly to him.

Emily accepted the moment and kissed him deeply. She needed to taste him, to be grounded to this place. She could taste his fear, his gratitude, his honor and his love and all she needed to see was his eyes. After their kiss, she touched his face and whispered his name as if it was a silent prayer.

He pulled her up from the ground and put his hand to her side. "You are being checked out."

"But..."

"But nothing, Em. Listen to your boss," he said with a smirk.

With a laugh, she rolled her eyes and said, "You are so dead when we get home, Aaron Hotchner."

Spencer was taking a visual assessment of Rebecca's injuries and he felt sick with sadness. "Beck, Rebecca I need you to look at me."

"Spence?" she asked, exhausted and confused.

"Yeah, yeah its me," he said with a sad smile.

She coughed and gripped his hand tightly. "I knew you'd find me," she whispered. She felt another wave of heat hit her leg and she cried out in pain.

"Rebecca?" Spencer asked panicked.

"Snake poison," she said sadly. Rebecca could feel the darkness returning and she looked at Spencer with panicked eyes. "Don't leave me, Spence," she asked.

"Never," he said kissing her hand. "Not again."

He grew panicked when he felt her slip back into unconsciousness and he yelled, "Where are the medics!"

"Here!' Derek said motioning the paramedic team toward Spencer and the victim. Spencer stepped back as they placed her on the gurney and he robotically informed them of the injuries he assessed, including the snake bite. Spencer followed them into the ambulance and Derek watched as they sped away to the hospital.

Rossi stepped beside Morgan and looked at him with concerned eyes. "Its finally over," he said. "I think we need a vacation."

Derek chuckled and looked at his experienced friend beside him. "I wish it were that simple," he said watching Emily being stitched up in the other ambulance, Hotch watching every moment and the fire department taking down the fire from the tent.

"The police have Torres. Why don't we head to the hospital?" David said. "We are needed at other places."

Derek nodded as he pulled out his phone. As Derek and David drove to the hospital, he text JJ Tell Baby Girl her man is comin to her her now