❝layla realized she cared for the dorky brunette agent once it was too late❞
in which agent layla ramsi doesn't realize how much she really likes agent spencer reid until he's gone
prewritten
starts in s2 e14
completed
cover by me
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"don't know how i got by this week, i only touched you once"
seeing reid laying still on the ground sent gideon away. he could bear to see reid die, especially since he feared it was him cancelling the video that drove hankle over the edge. layla however, stayed. maybe it was because she was typically quite hopeful, but she couldn't accept that reid was dying.
her hands stayed clenched, probably drawing blood from fingernail shaped marks in her palms as garcia muttered anxiously to herself. then hankle ran back into the frame and began to push on reid's chest. trying to revive him? hotch furrowed his brows and hurried out of the room to get gideon.
layla held her breath unconsciously as hankle attempted to give reid cpr. reid's chest began to heave with coughs and his eyes opened wide. garcia breathed a sigh of relief and layla took in a deep breath.
"wait. wait a second," emily said, her tone breaking the silence of the room.
"when was the video of the last murder posted?" she asked.
"9:23," garcia replied.
"and what was the time of death?" emily questioned.
"the 911 call came in at 9:04, and the murder must have been moments later," hotch answered, catching onto emily's thought process.
jj apparently did too, as she added in her thoughts, "that's only a nineteen minute difference."
"how long would it take to post the m-peg?" morgan asked garcia.
"two or three minutes," she replied swiftly.
"let's call it two. you figure a maximum of sixty miles an hour in a residential area. that means hankle has to be within a seventeen mile radius of the crime scene," morgan concluded.
"garcia, can we see it on a map?" hotch requested.
garcia pulled up a map of the area and added in the factors morgan had deduced to reveal the area.
"call the detective. i want that area locked down like it's martial law," gideon requested.
jj got up to call him in the other room.
"guys," garcia said, her voice having that awful tone that layla had learned to mean she was sharing shockingly bad news.
reid's heavy breathing turned everyone's attention back to the screen.
"you came back to life," hankle said, his voice calm.
"raphael," reid said, still struggling to breathe.
"there can only be one of two reasons," hankle breathed, sounding surprised.
"i was given cpr," reid said, a hint of his normal sarcasm in his voice.
"there are no accidents," hankle replied.
"how many members are on your team?" he asked reid.
"seven," reid replied, not counting himself.
"the seven angels who had the seven trumpets prepared themselves to sound. the first sounding followed hail and fire mixed with blood, and they were thrown to earth," hankle recited, referring to the bible.
"he thinks it's revelations; the seven archangels versus the seven angels of death," hotch explained to the team.
hankle lifted reid's chair back upright.
"tell me who you serve," he ordered.
"i serve you," reid replied, his shoulders hunched over.
"then choose one to die," hankle replied.
"what?" reid asked, shocked at what he was being asked to do.
"your team members; choose one to die."
layla felt her heart drop. she knew reid would offer himself instead of picking one of them.
"kill me," reid replied.
layla closed her eyes, feeling an awful pang in her chest.
"you said you weren't one of them," hankle fired back, his voice staying at an unnervingly calm volume.
"i lied," reid said, looking hankle right in the eyes.
"your team has other members. tell me who dies," hankle said.
"no," reid replied with a slight shake of his head.
hankle pulled a revolver out of his coat pocket and spun it, in turn activating it.
"no," layla whispered to herself.
hankle lined the gun up with reid's head.
"choose, and prove you'll do god's will," hankle ordered.
"no," reid repeated defiantly.
layla's bottom lip began to quiver as her teeth bit down on it. hankle clicked the safety off the gun.
"choose."
"i won't do it," reid answered, trying to keep his voice level.
"life is a choice," hankle said.
"no," reid spoke again, emphasizing his choice.
"choose," hankle said once again, his voice growing in its menacing tone.
reid opened his mouth as if to say something else, and closed it before doing that again several times, like he couldn't decide what to say.
