You had been in the bau, as a profiler, for seven years now. Married to your husband, Spencer Reid for three. Together you had worked on countless cases with the rest of the team. Your marriage never getting in the way.

Today you had been shot, twice. Once in the shoulder and again in the abdomen. Spencer was on his way to the hospital. Though your wounds were not critical you would still go into surgery. And as your husband he was still very worried.