On the way to the crime scene, Morgan tried calling Reid multiple times, but there was no answer. Only the haunting ringing and eventual voicemail. "Dammit" Morgan muttered under his breath in frustration. "He's not answering?" Prentiss asked from the passenger seat. "No, it keeps ringing, which means he didn't turn it off. Prentiss I'm telling you somethings definitely wrong here" Morgan replied before they drove in awkward silence. Each second that passed made him more worried. Morgan applied more and more pressure to the gas pedal, soon he realized he was going 80 miles per hour. "Morgan you're going kinda fast don't you think?" Prentiss asked slightly nervous.

"I know" Morgan stated. Instead of slowing down he turned on the flashers and siren, he needed to know Reid was okay.

Spencer awoke to a throbbing pain in his head, in fact, his whole body stung with cuts and bruises becoming infected with dirt and sand. He let out a few dry coughs before he looked up, seeing the sunset sky. "If only I didn't just fall down a cliff, this would be a beautiful day" Reid thought to himself. With his head resting uncomfortably on the ground, a sound jolted him from his thoughts. The sound being the spine chilling hiss of a rattlesnake tail.

Reid carefully and slowly turned his trembling head to face the serpent. He saw it coiled up, its scales shining in the orange sunset, its tongue coming out and in as its fierce eyes stared Reid down. Never letting his eyes leave the snake, Reid carefully tried to stand up, it was a good thing he didn't have too much exposed skin. The snake hissed and rattled his tail more, making Spencer's stomach drop with fear. He knew if he got bit in these conditions he would die.

Spencer remembered reading an article about rattlesnake survival, but all that he could remember was that a rattlesnake's striking distance was about one third of its hight. All Reid had to do was get out of that striking distance. The snake began to uncoil itself and stretch upwards, making itself bigger. Reid didn't have much time to think this through. On the count of three, Reid jumped to the right. The serpent dove towards him, Spencer backed up further and took of running, he didn't want to take his chances.

It was at least a 45 minute drive to where the crime scene was, and Morgan was getting impatient. Thoughts raced through his head as Morgan wondered if Reid was okay. Once they were there Morgan had his door open before he could even park. He slammed the door shut and ran out to the edge of the cliff where the unsub performed his murders.

Morgan stopped dead in his tracks upon seeing a body near the edge of the cliff. There was a gunshot wound and a pool of blood beneath him. "Prentiss" Morgan called her over. "Do you think it's our unsub?" Prentiss questioned, slipping on a pair of blue latex gloves. Morgan didn't reply, instead he was looking for Reid. "Reid?!" He called out but there was no reply. It was getting dark out, the atmosphere was getting colder too. He ran back and forth the perimeter of the cliffside but there was no sign of Spencer.