Previously

The BAU were here.

And they had their guns pointed at me.

Shit, shit, shit shit!

Quickly, I push Olivia behind me.

Then I take a knife from a nearby table and put it up my sleeve.

How in hell did this happen? They were never supposed to find me. How did they even find me in this diner? It is such a huge city, and of course they find me in some little diner. I take a few breaths to slow my breathing.

Ok. So, time to figure out a way to get out of here. My eyes flicker around the room, checking the exits.

FBI had them all covered. There might be a backdoor exit, but if I go back and there isn't one we would be trapped. The building is most likely surrounded on all sides.

For the first time in my life, I don't know how I am going to get out of this.

One of the agents, Hotchner I believe, steps forward.

"Spencer Reid, we are the FBI. We have got this building surrounded. There is nowhere for you to go. Put your hands up and surrender quietly!" He yelled over the commotion of all the patrons talking about what was going on.

My mind is flying, going over all the possibilities.

I could… No, that wouldn't work. Maybe if I… No, that wouldn't work either. Maybe there is a chance if… That still wouldn't work.

The last possibility I come up with, despite how irrational, might just succeed. There could be a price however.

It is the only way, though. It must be.

I grab Olivia's side and briefly look into her eyes without taking my eyes off the BAU for too long. Once I got her attention, I moved my mouth as little as possible and mouthed to her, "Play along, I'm sorry." Confusion flickered in her eyes when I glanced up at them again, but she tapped my back in understanding.

How she is going to trust me after this I have no idea.

I fast as I possibly could, I whipped out the knife, pulled Olivia in front of me, and put the knife to her neck. Her body tensed in fear, unsure of what was going to happen.

The FBI moved as one, keeping their weapons trained on me while taking a step back. They were worried.

"If you do anything, I will slice her throat and leave you with the body. How easy would it be for me to drag the knife cross, letting blood flow down until she dies of blood loss? Are you willing to take that chance? The life of an innocent, a life I can easily take away. Do you want the all of her blood on your hands, the weight of her death on your conscience? Do you really want to risk it?" I spoke in a clear and detached voice.

I could tell I got to some of them, making them doubt themselves. They knew I was capable of doing what I said. And they worried for Olivia's life because of it. Their guns wavered.

Some, on the other hand, showed no changes. They seemed to be unaffected by what might happen to her, solely focused on me.

This has to work. This absolutely has to work. There are no other options.

"Put your guns down!" Agent Hotchner yelled while he and Agent Morgan kept theirs ready to fire. Everyone listened and put their guns down from their shoulders.

They were still ready to fire, just not directly trained at him. They were aimed for the floor.

I knew if I stepped back, it would be seen as a sign of weakness or worry. A step forward would be seen as aggressive and I don't think that would turn out well.

I could, however, move lateral.

Keeping my head trained towards the action, I looked around me and at reflective surfaces to see what I might be able to use.

I saw something that might just work.

To my right there is an opening to get behind the counter. If I can get there I will still have a hostage and be protected from any fire coming my way.

The problem, though, is how I am supposed to get there. The FBI might start shooting if I

move at all. It might mean a death sentence for the both of us. But it might also save our lives.

The decision was made.

The sound seemed to disappear as I grabbed her around the waste and jumped to the right, trying to pull both of us around the corner behind the counter. As soon as I moved, they started firing but I kept going. Finally, I got us there, protected from the rest of the bullets in the air.

We were one step closer to the backdoor. We were almost out. I took a deep breath.

I was able to escape all the bullets, with only a slight graze on my arm. Very lucky if you ask me.

The sound came back with a rush. I could hear pants from the agents, cracking glass of a nearby mirror, pictures falling from the walls.

What I heard next, though, made my heart clench.

Olivia was crying in pain.

Time seemed to stop as I looked down at her leg and saw all the blood. Entirely too much blood. She wouldn't be able to live that much longer with this much blood loss.

Her eyes were clenched and tears streamed down her face. Her hands braced her leg, trying to stop herself from moving it. Her once blue jeans were soaked in red.

She had been shot.

I put pressure on her leg to try to slow the bleeding. I knew she had to get to a hospital and fast.

I gently slapped her face.

"Honey, I need you to keep your eyes open. Let me look at those pretty eyes of yours. Sweetheart, come on, you need to stay awake. You aren't going anywhere on me. You will make it through this. Everything will be okay," I said to her, trying to soothe the both of us.

"You need to go to the hospital. Do you understand?" I asked her. She looked into my eyes and she must have seen the resolution in my face. She knew what I really meant.

There was only one way she could get to the hospital, and that would be if the FBI took her there.

She tried to talk, but I hushed her and told her to conserve her energy. The worry in her eyes was prominent, and I had a feeling that her worry was for me.

I took her face in my hands and gently stroked her cheek.

"I am so sorry, Olivia. More sorry than you could even imagine. It is my fault that you got hurt. I was incredibly selfish when it came to you, but I couldn't see it any other way," I whispered to her. My eyes were starting to water.

"I love you so much! With my whole being, Olivia! You need to know that. I wish we could've lived a different life together. You deserve so much more than what I gave you or could ever have given you. You need to live for me, sweetheart. I want you to continue on with your life and marry some business man and have 2.5 kids. You deserve a normal life, Olivia. That is the least I can give you," I softly murmured.

I gave her a kiss on the forehead and my tears dropped onto her face. She slowly moved her arm up and cupped my cheek. Love shined through her watery eyes as her tears continued to streak her face.

"I need you to deny you ever knew me. I was just some stranger that kidnapped you. No one can know you were every involved with me. Deny it all, please, so that they will leave you alone. I couldn't bear the thought of you being punished for anything I did. I need you to pretend you never knew me," I told her in a firm voice, making sure she understands.

I gave her another kiss, on her lips this time. I let my eyes slide closed to surround myself in this feeling for one last time, and then I pulled away. I held her hand in my own.

"Goodbye, Love. Please get better for me. Even if not for me, then for yourself. I love you," I said to her as I changed my grip on the knife. I promised myself I would never go to jail.

I stood up and the guns all trained on me again. I could tell they were confused as to what I was doing. It wouldn't make sense to them even if they knew what was going to happen.

I turned to Agent Hotchner and said, "She needs to go to the hospital," and nothing else.

Before anyone even blinked, I had taken the knife and slit my own throat.

There was a rush of motion as the FBI moved quickly, securing the area. I could slowly feel myself slide to the floor, but there was this disconnect between myself and reality. Everything seemed to be happening in slow motion.

I could hear sirens in the distance getting closer. Someone was pressing on my throat trying to stop the blood but to no avail. I made sure I would not be saved.

The last thing I heard was a far off "I love you, Spencer" in the unmistakable voice of Olivia. It was just a sigh on her lips, but I heard it nonetheless.

I heard the screech of the ambulance tires and a smile spread across my face.

I knew Olivia would be okay. She would live on.

That is all that I ask for.

The story of Spencer Reid is known throughout the world. Teachers and students alike have studied him and continue too. He is one of the most famous serial killers and is well known for being one of the FBI's Most Wanted.

The story of his death is still a cause of confusion for many. Why would he have just killed himself? Why not try to make a break for it to get to the backdoor? Why did he tell the FBI to take the girl to the hospital when she was just another hostage?

There is, of course, the most puzzling question of all. Why did he die with a smile on his face?

These questions will never be answered.

The woman who was held hostage, Olivia, is living a normal life. She is married with two kids and lives in a modest home. She has a normal job and was left alone by the government.

Although she holds all the answers, she will never speak of them. Her short time with Spencer Reid is time she cherishes and will never forget. The love she holds for him is untainted by time.

The truth of what really happened that day will never reach the light. Olivia will always keep her promise she made to him.

Spencer Reid will always hold a special part of her heart.

A.N. Thank you so much for dealing with my infrequent updates. Thank you to all who have alerted, favorited, reviewed, or even just read my story. It means so much to me that people want to read what I write. This is the end of the story. I am sorry it is so short, but I didn't want to drag it on just for the sake of it. I honestly just wanted to complete at least one of my stories. Thousands of thanks to all of you, the readers. You are the reason I continued and finished this story. Please review and let me know what you think of the ending. I can't possibly thank you enough!

Many thanks for sticking with me :)

~vballgirl1996