His shot hit its target, and the UnSub collapsed on top of Rossi. His movements were shaky, erratic, and soon he rolled off the man he'd just stabbed, choking and gasping for air as his eyes closed. Rossi tried to sit up, and winced, pressing a hand to the wound on his abdomen. His fingers were slick with blood, but he couldn't tell how much; craning his neck wasn't even possible.

"Reid," he breathed out. He'd shot the UnSub, so he was probably all right, but he needed to know, and hear his voice.