This seemed to be taking a lot longer than it had the first time she'd died. Even if it had only been for a very brief moment.

She didn't really notice the pain as his foot connected with her face and she was unsure if it was because it was small in comparison with the rest of her wounds or if her oxygen deprived brain was releasing an excess of endorphins in her last moment. Probably the latter, she decided, it sounded like something Reid would say.

She laughed a little. Laughed. Or as close as she could manage with one lung.