Author's Note: Hey! This was written for falc's (falcon-121 on here) One-Shot Fridays on the CBS boards. It's a bit angsty, but the prompt was to write about a shooting on the show. Anyway, I hope you like it! Just quickly, if you're a Lost in London reader, there IS more coming. It's just a slow process as school has kicked back in majorly, and I was flat out for a couple of weeks. However, everything's a little more organised now, and I am getting back to it. Thank you for your patience!

Enough Breath

Bang, the sound rips across the night and straight into me.

I'm expecting my life to flash before my eyes. That is what's meant to happen now, right? Instead my mind is filled with the things that I haven't done, what I haven't said. Because I had time right? I had years and years, until I fell asleep at some ripe old age and just never came back. But now, there is blood seeping through my dress, a shot ringing in my ears, and something is telling me that I can't work the old Garcia charm to get out of this situation.

Filing. I haven't done my filing! The office is a mess... that's seriously going to inconvenience someone. I hope they let the team clear it up, I hate people touching my stuff at the best of times. Focus. Don't think about filing whilst maybe possibly sort of dy-.

I can't think the word. I refuse.

I never did return those library books. I haven't put flowers on my parents grave in ages. When was the last time I told everybody what they meant to me? That's the worst. What if I... leave, and they never know?

JJ and Emily, my unlikely confidants. My best friends, the people who pick me up and fix me whenever I need them to. Rossi and Hotch, the leaders. Have I ever told them what a good job they do? How well they hold this team together through case after god-awful case. Reid, my little brother, my encyclopaedia. I'm so proud of how he's come out the other side of the last year. Hopefully Morgan will keep his eye on him. Morgan...

The pain kicks in. I'm on fire. Is this what it is to die? It burns all the way to my bones, and there's no respite from it. It is in every part of me, embedded, there was never a time without this awful burning.

Suddenly cool darkness appears, on the edge of my vision. No. Hold on to the fire Garcia. Hold on!

But it burns, and eventually I can't hold on anymore. I hope they all know how I feel already, because I haven't got enough breath left to tell them.