Meghan tapped her fingers against her leg as she stared out of the the car window. "Are you alright?" Reid asked as he peered at her, glancing back at the road periodically.

"Yeah. I'm fine. A little shaken up still, but fine. What about you? You seemed pretty calm through the whole thing."

He smiled lightly and flicked his eyes forward. "That actually wasn't my first run in with something like that."

Meghan looked at him, stunned, her eyes wide. "Seriously? What happened?"

"We were dealing with a scientist who felt unappreciated and released anthrax into a few small places. We found his lab and I went in alone, but before that I cut my finger on a thorn outside."

"Wow. Were you okay? Obviously you were okay but-"

He laughed. "Yes. I was fine. I was just- It wasn't fun."

She nodded and motioned towards a sign indicated that they had arrived to their destination. Spencer eased the car into a spot near the door and glanced around the empty parking lot. "That's weird." He thought aloud as he walked around the side of the car to Meghan.

"I agree. There's not a car in sight. They can't seriously be closed. Can they?" She asked, spinning around. "Spencer?" She called, realizing he was no longer there.

She looked around her before slowly creeping around to his side of the car. "Spencer." She breathed at the sight of his body crumpled on the ground.

She fell to her knees, lifting his head, and exposing his neck to check for a pulse. "Oh my god! Spencer. Help!" She cried, raising up a bit to scream. Just as she turned her head to the side, a large wooden object came crashing down, landing with a sickening crack against her forehead, sending her straight into darkness.