Profile // A Spencer Reid Love Story

Chapter 20 // Counting Sheep

***Author's note: Hey guys! Sorry that this chapter took so long. I just started school last week so I've had tons of homework and studying to do so it has been taking time away from my writing. I hope that you all enjoy this chapter though! I'll hopefully post the next chapter either tomorrow or on Sunday. Also, thank you so much for 2K reads! It means the world to be because at first I honestly just posted this story for myself to read and I never thought that it would even reach 100 reads. I love you all and thank you once again! Enjoy. x

Chloe's POV.

There was a lot of blood. Too much blood. I'm not exactly sure how many pints of blood that the human body can lose without dying, but from the looks of it, if I ended up living it would be a miracle. Everything around me started spinning and it was like all noises were muted except for the very distinct ringing in my left ear. Keeping my eyes open was suddenly the hardest thing that I have ever had to do. 

Oh, and the pain. It was unbearable. He had only shot me once and then left me in the basement after locking the door, but it felt like I was being stabbed over and over again. I knew that I had to keep pressure on it in order to slow down the bleeding, but it didn't seem like it was helping at all and it just made the pain even worse.

Is this was death actually felt like? I had always heard stories about how when you die, your life is supposed to flash before your eyes. Like you're actually supposed to relive your entire life within a few seconds. However, nothing even close to that was happening to me as I laid there. The only thing that I saw was the cracks on the ceiling. It was getting harder and harder to stay awake. Eventually, I gave myself the release that I desperately needed in that moment and I closed my eyes, letting myself drift off into whatever I had coming for me. Whether it was a peaceful sleep...or evident death. I didn't need to count sheep in order to fall asleep as quick as I did. 

Spencer's POV.

Garcia was able to trace the location of the phone call about two minutes after he called us on Chloe's phone. He was keeping her at his house, which was  located only ten minutes away from the police station. However, ten minutes was a lot of time considering statistically the human body can completely bleed out within five minutes. That meant that we might've only had about three minutes to find Chloe alive. 

Morgan drove while I sat in the passenger seat; JJ in the back and Hotch and Rossi took a separate car. The sirens were the only sounds that filled the car. Although Morgan had to speed in order to get there much quicker, we still got there past the three minute mark and now only could hold on to the small hope that she was somehow still alive. The medics started to unload stretchers and medical bags while the rest of us burst in to the house along with the Suffolk County police. 

I pushed infront of Morgan, wanting to find Chloe as quick as possible. I knew that my mindset should have been to find Chloe and the unsub, however in that moment all I was focused on was finding Chloe. It was past the three minute mark and the chances of her still being alive were as slim as a single strand of hair.  

The house was not that large, in fact, it was quite small. Also extremely unkempt from what I could tell, the floor panels creaked with each step and there were dirty dishes scattered in the sink and on the counters. As the rest of the team checked around the house, I tried to open the door that led to what seemed to be the basement. It was locked. 

"Chloe, are you in there?!" I shouted. No reply. I took a few steps back before kicking under the doorknob, a trick that I learned from Morgan. The door bursted open and I didn't even have to scan the room to notice her lying in the middle of it. A pool of blood surrounding her. "Chloe! Chloe, can you hear me?!" I yelled as I ran over to her and got down on to my knees. Her eyes were shut and there was the same bullet wound in her stomach. I quickly tore off my jacket and applied it with pressure to the bullet wound, receiving a small pain-filled moan in reply. "We need a medic down here!" I screamed at the top of my lungs and returned my attention to Chloe. I removed a strand of hair away from her face as I placed her head in my lap. "Chloe...please." I whispered, cupping her cheek with my hand. Her entire body was cold to the touch and her face was extremely pale and beat up. Shards of glass were imbedded in cuts in her forehead and a black circle was starting to form around her right eye along with a bruise on her lip. It hurt extremely bad to see her like that. It made me think of Maeve. Although Maeve's death was quick and painless, and if Chloe died, hers would have been slow and extremely painful. 

As I got caught up in my thoughts, I didn't notice the medics arrive downstairs with a stretcher ready for Chloe. "She's bleeding. She's already lost a lot." I informed the medics as they helped me lift her on to the stretcher. One strapped her down as another clamped the area that was bleeding. "There's a pulse, but it's very faint." The medic closer to me said to the other as he put two fingers against Chloe's wrist. They quickly pushed the stretcher up the stairs and brought it to the ambulance. 

"Can I ride with her?" I asked one of the medics as they started to lift her in to the ambulance. He looked up at the doctor in the ambulance as he shook his head. "Sorry, she's not in good condition." He replied before getting in to the ambulance and shutting the door as it drove away. Leaving me standing there as the rest of my team chased after the unsub.