After busting down the door with your foot, running into the warehouse in attempt to find Spencer, as you never confessed your love for him.

But yet, here you are, tears in your eyes as you keep your gun steadily in front of you, rounding corners and checking to see if the UnSub is there to attack or not.

You wanted to call out to Spencer, to see if he was even here; but you knew that could possibly ruin his risks at survival.

A tear slips down your cheek as you wipe it with one hand, keeping the other with your gun. Your knuckles brush across your cheek, followed by your finger as the tiny speckle of salt water lands on your finger.

Brushing it off on your FBI vest, you continue your way through this seemingly abandoned warehouse, really beginning to grasp the concept of life or death; that is if you don’t find Spencer.

But then, that hope that was burning inside of you, immediately drops to your feet as you hear two gunshots ring out. You practically drop your gun as that hope turns into fear; your feet barely keeping up with you as you sprint to find the source.

You manage to find a door, which was bolted shut and locked, but you knew it was coming down one way or another.

As you finally kick the door in, out of breath as you steady your gun in front of you, once again, your stomach churns and drops right through the floor. If the cold concrete wasn’t in front, or beneath you, it was Spenecer blood pooling out of him as he lies on the floor.