You were standing right in front of the car, the unsub behind the wheel. Your team had been running after the man for a couple blocks now and when he hopped inside a car you placed yourself right in front of it, gun in hand.

"FBI! Get out of the car, now!" Your voice came out, strong and firm. Spencer, who came running right behind you, could feel his heart pumping blood throughout his whole body — not because he was running, but because he was worried about you. You were standing in front of a car, for heaven's sake.

The unsub placed his foot on the accelerator and the car moved. You shot once, and twice, but the car kept moving. Spencer ran towards you and pushed you out of the way, both of you falling to the pavement, his body on top of yours, shielding you from... The world, really. The unsub was shot, just not in a deadly place, and he ended up hitting the car to a tree nearby — which made Luke and Prentiss run to get him. The others: Tara, JJ, Rossi and Matt came to you and Spencer.

Spencer was breathing heavily when the both of you sat down together on the street, right in the middle of it, but he still had his arms around you. You, then, felt it: your knees and your elbows were scraped, the pants and the long sleeves that usually covered your skin ripped as it was bloody.

"Spencer, I would've gotten out of the way!" You said, your tone worried — worried about him getting hurt, not you.

"You're bleeding." Spencer said as he noticed your scraped knees and elbows. "I don't think you would've— Come on, {{user}}, don't do that ever again." Reid hushed, his heart almost leaping out of his chest. The man had a crush on you, and the bare thought of losing you— No.