Hello again!

Aah sorry I haven't updated in like a thousand years… School has been disgusting. My English teachers a crazy person and we had this huge research project… Anyways here's the second part of my story! Hope you like!

Oh and this should be the last part of this story…. So yeah XP

Rated T for language and slight violence.

I don't own Criminal Minds… Yet. *Evil grin* :DDD

I was sure I was dying.

I was going to die on a cold table, at the hands of a maniac, with a knife in between my ribs. Leaving my brother behind, my heroic genius brother. What was going to become of him? My thoughts wandered to my brother's team. Morgan would be flipping a giant bitch right now, yelling to go faster, to do something. I could see Prentiss letting her raven hair fall in front of her face to hide her fear. JJ would be sitting next to her, tight-lipped, trying to comfort my hysterical brother. I could picture Garcia pacing in her lair, glancing at her screens, or perhaps trying to track the cell signal, her fingers flashing across the computer keys. Hotch would be silent, his face expressionless. I knew he would be thinking about me, trying to get to me fast enough. I felt guilty for leaving them all behind. I thought of the things I would miss, like Spencer being 10 years clean. Jack's graduation. Garcia and Kevin's wedding. I wouldn't ever get to hear Spencer rattle off useless information that had absolutely no relevance to my life again, or listen to Morgan and Garcia's hilarious conversations. But mostly, I felt guilty for leaving all of them behind. I didn't want their last image of me to be a bleeding, bruised mass of a girl. I shifted slightly, grunting as the knife sent a cold shiver through my body. I watched Anderson pull a chair next to me and toss the phone across the room. I could feel my blood pooling on the table and heard drops of it splatter the floor. I just wanted to die, so I could stop feeling pain and stop listening to my blood spatter. I opened my eyes as I heard a gun click. "Give me a reason." My brother growled, aiming his silver revolver at Anderson's head.

"Spencer." I croaked, happiness welling up inside my chest. I saw Morgan and Prentiss step into the light, followed by JJ and Hotch. Anderson whipped around, his back to me. "What the hell are you doing here?" he shouted. "Rescuing my sister." Spencer replied, narrowing his eyes. "Too bad." Anderson sneered, holding up a remote. "I rigged the place. You shoot, and we all go up in flames." I saw Spencer falter, biting his lip nervously. "I didn't want you to die, Spencer. That would just be too easy." Anderson continued. "I had hoped you'd be tortured enough to kill yourself." Anger bubbled in my stomach. I grasped the hilt of the knife. "Poor Lily here," he gestured to me. "Would have died and you would've been alone. Nothing but your drugs to keep you company. You're going to be alone forever, Spencer Reid." I tugged at the knife in my ribs, gritting my teeth to keep from screaming as I pulled it out. It was wet with thick, red blood. "Alone until you overdose, or kill yourself. You pathetic asshole." He sneered. I was enraged, and I summoned up all my energy. I drove the knife into Anderson's back, hooking it under his skin. I pulled him close and placed my mouth next to his ear. "Nobody calls my brother an asshole." I whispered, twisting the knife. "Have fun burning in hell, Anderson." I pushed him off me and heard his body hit the ground with a thud. I fell back, dots dancing in my vision. "Ambulance!" Hotch yelled. Spencer ran over and grabbed my hand. "You're going to be okay, Lily. I got you. You're okay." He said, tears brimming in his eyes. I gave him a weak smile and lay my head on his arm. "I love you, Spence." I whispered. He kissed my forehead. "I love you too, Lily."

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