Authors note: I know I usually don't stick with stories I always start then and never finish but I really want to finish this one.

Disclaimer: I own nothing

Rated M for later scenes.

Plot/Summary: Set at the end of zugzwang, what if Maeve had been shot but was still alive? For now...

(Spencer's POV)

This day had been hell. And it could only get worse. How would I ever get out of this situation. I not only had to save myself but I had to make sure Maeve got out alive as well. I couldn't bare to live if this was going to be the only time we saw each other, the only time we spoke face to face, I couldn't let that happen. Mae looked so terrified, I could tell she was fighting tears. But so was I. Diane was already crying, I had no sympathy for her. I was trying to think what to say, what could I say that would be beneficial to both me and Mae. Before I could say anything Diane spoke up.

"You would kill yourself for her!" Diane screamed her voice cracking, she pushed the gun harder into Maeve's collarbone.

His heart thumped, and he breathed out almost whispering his answer. "Yes".

"Thomas Martin" Maeve whispered.

It caught me by surprise. I wasn't expecting her to speak. But I got her message. I remembered the book, I tried to focus on that on happy thing to counter balance this traumatic event.

"Who is Thomas Martin!" Diane demanded, her voice squeaking.

Neither of them answer, they just stared at one another. Until Maeve spoke quietly.

"The one thing you can never take from us" her voice was shaky, but strong at the same time.

Diane raised the gun to her head keeping a strong grip on Maeve.

"Wait!" Reid lunged forward grabbing a hold of Diane's forearm before she could pull the trigger ending their lives. Diane was a bit taller then Reid, he couldn't reach up for the gun. Diane fired up to the ceiling. Reid struggled with her grabbing a hold of her shoulder and forcing her arm down, he may not be taller but he was stronger.

"No!" Diane screeched mascara and tears running down her face. She struggled to keep the gun, but Reid over powered her. She kept her finger on the trigger firing bullets every which way.

Reid heard Maeve yelp and then a thud. No, no, no. She got hit. And he couldn't go help her. He had to get the gun away from Diane. They struggled together fighting as hard as possible. Diane was determined, but so was Reid.

"Help!" He screamed hoping his team would hear him outside.

(Outside)

Morgan heard a faint yell, was that Reid? He heard a second scream.

"Help!"

That was defiantly Reid screaming for help.

"Move in! move in!"

(Inside, Reid's POV)

We collapsed to floor, fighting, kicking , scratching , anything, anything I could do to get the gun away from Diane so I could help Maeve.

There was a loud bang, and suddenly Diane was much easier to fight. I looked up and saw smoke coming out of Morgan's gun. I looked down to Diane, she laid face down on the concrete floor, a pool of red formed under her. I immediately kicked the gun in her hand across the room in case she was still alive, but I had no time to check, I needed to help Maeve.

As I crawled across the room I saw Derek press the button that connected to the radio on his shoulder. "I need medics here now"

Where I reached Maeve there was so much blood.

"Oh god" I had to hold back from vomiting "Mae, Mae can you hear me ? Squeeze my hand if you can ok?"

I took hold of her small hand and felt a gentle squeeze. My breathing relaxed a small amount. It was felt so good to hold her.

"Mae can you tell me where your hit?" There was so much blood everywhere, I just couldn't tell where it was coming from.

She slowly lifted her other hand and pointed right above her breast.

Ok, calm down, Reid thought to himself, there's no major arteries there, she should be ok, she will be ok. The thing he was worried about was the blood loss. He had to put pressure on the wound.

Morgan ran up to Maeve's other side. "The ambulance is on its way."

I knew what I had to do, being an FBI agent meant you had to know how to treat a GSW.

"Maeve, I need to take your shirt off" She nodded. I started unbutton the bottom of her shirt but I was shaking so much I couldn't do it. I grabbed the collar and ripped the buttons, exposing her bra. This is not how I imagined the first time seeing her practically naked.

"I'm just gonna put some pressure on it and stop the bleeding ok? If it hurts squeeze my friend Derek's hand ok?" I asked.

Morgan took hold of her hand. She whimpered and tears rolled down her cheek.

I knew she wanted to hold my hand, but because of the location of her injury I decided it was better if her boyfriend was the one applying pressure in such a... personal place. I pushed down gently at first then realized my hands were not going to soak up blood. I scanned the room looking for rag , an old t-shirt, paper towels, anything like that.

"H- hand m- me" I stuttered "hand me her shirt. I pointed to her blue shirt scrunched up on the floor beside Derek.

He reached for it and tossed it to Spencer, never letting go of Maeve's hand.

"Ok, ok, ok, it's ok Maeve it's all gonna be ok" he fumbled with her shirt and finally pushed down on the wound.

She yelped. "It hurts"

"I know I know it does just stay with me, keep talking, I can hear the ambulance." I kept pressure with one hand and wiped away a tear on her face with the other.

"Shhh" I soothed.

"Paramedic comin' in!" JJ yelled from outside.

Seconds later an two paramedics wheeled in a yellow gurney.

"What do we got?" One asking kneeling down trying to move Reid out of the way.

"No, no no Spencer!" She yelled. "Don't leave!"

"I'll never leave you, I'm right here" I assured.