A/N This his for the Future fic challange at CCOAC. I chose Emily Prentiss and was given Spencer Reid. This is set in 2022.

I'd like to thank my friend Shirley who helped me get started with this by giving me an idea to work on:)

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Bloody Sunday!

"Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live."

- Norman Cousins

It was 2 am on a Sunday when Spencer Reid's phone began to ring. He groaned as he reached for his phone, already knowing that he would have to be at the office in an hour. That's why he didn't check the caller ID before pressing the green answering button.

"'Ello." he almost muttered into his phone.

"Reid..." a female voice whispered through the phone.

"Yeah?" he said as he didn't recognize it. This woman knew him though. Maybe the reason her voice wasn't familiar was because of the fact that she whispered his name.

"This is bad, Reid. It's so bad. I... I woke up and... He's dead. She's gone. I can't remember how... Oh, this is bad and I need you, Reid. Please, come!"

Reid heard the desperation in the woman's voice which now started to sound a little more familiar. After processing it for only a couple of seconds, about 25, he finally put a face on the voice.

"Emily?" he said while pulling himself up to a sitting position.

He hadn't seen or heard from her in 5 years. She left the BAU three months after JJ's wedding and moved to London to work for Interpol, taking up Easter's offer. Sure she had been to D.C to see them a couple of times, the last one in July, 2017, helping them out with some cases and working on some cases of her own. After that she had almost disappeared. She hadn't texted or called them, making some of the team members worried, but they knew she lived a busy life. It was still strange, though, that they hadn't received anything from her.

"You only figured that one out now? And they call you genius." Emily said.

The fact that she couldn't lose the opportunity to tease him said that the terrified woman on the other line was still the same old Emily Prentiss.

"What has happened?"

"He... It... I'll explain when you get here. Just jump on the next flight to London and I'll pick you up. Text me which airport when you've bought a ticket."

"Are you sure you want me to come? Should I call Hotch for you? Maybe he can come." Reid said, a bit unsure of his part in all this.

Why was Emily even calling him? He wasn't the one she would usually turn to when these stuff happened, not that they often do, but Hotch was her former boss and he would probably be the first one they all called. Only she called him.

"Remember the time you told me about your headaches because you knew the others would baby you?"

Reid nodded, but remembered then that she couldn't actually see him. An answer wasn't necessary, though, as she continued explaining. She knew he remembered.

"It's the same thing here. Hotch would tell me to call the police and I can't do that. Not with what has happened. I need help, though, so please... Just come. I don't..." her voice was beginning to sound a little more desperate now and she sighed. "I don't think I can do this alone and you're the only one that can help me. Please, Spencer."

It was evident that she was crying now and he hurt for his friend hearing her so fragile, losing all her compartmentalizing skills she once possessed.

"Alright, Em. I'll book the next flight. See you soon."

"Thank you." was the last words he heard before hanging up.

He hurried up from his bed and retrieved his go bag and everything else he needed. On the way to the airport he called to see when the next flight to London was and where it would land. In two hours he would be on a plane to Heathrow airport in London.

Emily Prentiss woke that Sunday morning with a funny feeling. She couldn't remember anything about last night, but the funny feeling told her that something big had happened. When she sat up in bed she was met by an icky substance on the sheets and she could feel something just as icky trickle down her forehead. She tried to look, but the room was too dark. The curtains was fully drawn, not letting a single stray of light come in. If the sun was even up. It could have been the middle of the night as far as she knew.

She placed her hands on the sheets next to her and the form that usually slept there was replaced by this wet spot that once had been as icky as what she'd felt before. Now she was worried. Where was he? She jumped out of bed, the same stickiness meeting her feet. Where was the light? The bedside lamp was gone by some strange reason, a reason she only seconds later found out as glass cut through her feet. What the hell had happened last night? She hissed in pain when she pulled out the three shatters of glass that was stuck in her feet and then she continued to the light switch to finally see something. She flipped it, but nothing happened. Again, but still no light. It was broken. So fucking brilliant! She didn't stay there for too long since she wanted to know where the rest were. The house was just as dark as her bedroom, telling her that the sun hadn't gotten up yet.

She continued through her apartment and down the stairs, all the while her feet was hurting from the glass that had made her feet bleed. Yes, blood! The sticky substance felt, and smelled she now realized, exactly like blood. This fact made her even more nervous and made her run the last couple of steps and into the living room, yelling their names. Just when she reached the sofa she fell to the floor with a thud. She had tripped on something, but she wasn't quite sure on what. It was at least 10 centimeters above the floor so she ran every piece of furniture they owned matching this description through her head and she knew that no one would've placed one where she'd just stepped. Although they would've never placed a broken lamp on the floor either. So she felt her way on the floor, her eyes starting to adjust a little to the light and could make out something dark. Then she felt more of the blood and she could now make out that it was a person. She started to panic and shaking the lifeless body. It didn't move. Her hands searched for his pulse point, but there was none. She backed away to the sofa and stared at the body. Her husband. Had she done this? She didn't remember. But she didn't cry. No, the shock of it all kept her tears in and made her soul purpose to look at the body. He was dead. Her husband was gone. What had she done?

A time later, when the sun had made its way in and of course given her husband all the light in the world, she forced herself up on her feet and left the body. She continued slowly through the apartment, fearing that the person who did this, if it wasn't her, was still here. And she needed to find Noelle. She started off to her bedroom and pushed the door open.

"Noelle?" she asked with a low voice, but no one answered. She stepped further inside the green painted room, only to notice that this room was as bloody as the rest of the house.

She still looked through the room. Under the bed, in the closet and in the toy chest. Her daughter wasn't in there. She stepped out of the room and searched through the whole apartment, finding more and more blood, but no Noelle.

The panic was worse than before and she didn't know what to do. There was no chance that she could've killed her husband if Noelle was gone too. Or had she killed both of them and only disposed one of the bodies. Maybe she ran away after seeing her mother kill her father. The whole family was a bunch of survivors, it was in the genes.

As she didn't find Noelle she went back to her husband and turned him over. She would've screamed at the sight of all the wounds on his body, but she kept it in and only released a gasp. There must have been like twenty different stab wounds over his body. Clearly a sign of overkill. Someone must have really been pissed at him. It could be her. Emily could get really mad at him. Sometimes when she thought about it she couldn't remember why she got mad at the first place. She would always overreact when he was around other much more beautiful women than her. They would be flirting with him and that would just make her go wild. It could've been some sort of self-mechanism because she knew he could have any woman he wanted, yet still he chose her. Not the most attractive one in the bunch. But boy did he know how to make a woman feel special. That was one of the things she loved the most about her husband.

So could she have done it? Maybe he had actually cheated on her and she came home to find him in bed with another woman. Maybe the woman has her daughter. What if Emily found them in bed, ran at the pair with a knife and the woman ran away, taking their daughter with her to keep her safe.

What was up with all this crazy thinking anyways? He would never cheat on her. It was not like him. She however... Somehow it wouldn't surprise her if she had done that to him.
She didn't know what to do. The obvious choice would've been to call the police, but they would probably jump to the same conclusions as she did, that she was the killer. No, she needed to find their daughter first. After all, she was the trained agent with a lot of experience finding missing people and killers. But she couldn't do it alone.

That's when she thought about her old team. They could help her. She hadn't seen them in five years, with the whole raising their daughter thing and then work. It had been hectic, these past few years and with everything that had happened she didn't want to bother them with that, but now... She couldn't turn to her Interpol team this time. They didn't know her like her old team did.

She picked up her phone and started to dial Hotch's number, but just when she was about to hit call she suddenly changed her mind. The last thing she wanted was to report this and she knew that her former supervisor would make her do that. Then there was Rossi, but she knew that he had retired. JJ had a newborn to care for. Emily had been checking up on them from time to time, without speaking to them, and found out that JJ had been pregnant and if she had made the right calculations JJ would most likely have an infant living under their roof. Garcia wouldn't be able to handle it, and she wouldn't be of much help. Maybe later when she would need information. That left Reid. He wouldn't betray her if she asked him not to tell anyone. She pressed his digits instead. She had learned all their numbers by heart in case she would ever need them and if they hadn't changed number the numbers would each hold a member from her old team.

The signals were counted to four before a quite sleepy voice answered.

"'Ello."

"Reid..." she whispered, unconsciously.

"Yeah?" same sleepy tone said.

It was so good to hear his voice, but she didn't have time for small talk. She needed help so she started telling him what was going on, but the desperation for someone to help her suddenly reached her and it was hard to tell him everything. It just came out in small sentences, not even full ones. She probably didn't make much sense, but she would tell him later. Something about hearing his voice just got her all worked up and speaking the words 'he's dead' made her realize what had actually happened. It was now real. Through all the panic she couldn't help but to blurt out a sarcastic remark.

He tried to get me to call someone else. It was obvious that he was surprised she had chosen to call him. He underestimated himself.

Finally he agreed on taking the next flight to London and she let out a sigh of relief. Help was finally on its way.

Spencer Reid hurried through the customs at Heathrow airport. He had gotten there as soon as possible, even if it was like 12 hours later. He saw Emily almost immediately when he walked through the arrival doors. She looked worn out and a bit panicked in her eyes. He ran up to her and hugged her tightly. She was thinner, that much was obvious. Other than that she looked the same. Her hair was put up in a messy bun and just in her hairline she had an ounce of red. It wouldn't be noticeable for a stranger, who just passed her on the street, but he noticed and she saw that he did.

"I didn't get it all away. I... He... It's so good to see you." she said finally.

"It's good to see you too. You disappeared there for a little while."

"Yeah... Sorry about that." she said and smiled into his shoulder. "We should probably get going. We can't stand here hugging all day."

With those words they parted and walked out of the airport to a black Volvo. The car ride was made in silence. Reid didn't really dare to ask her anything further since he knew that she would tell him when they got back to her place.

15 minutes later they pulled into a parking garage and walked up a couple of stairs before ending up in front of a door that read 256. Emily's door.

"He's still in there. I didn't know what to do with him. I didn't want to clean either... I..."

"Just open, Emily. It's okay."

She nodded and took a deep breath before putting the keys in and turning the lock. She opened the door slowly as if she wanted to drag out the process for as long as possible.

Reid saw the blood immediately when they stepped inside. It was everywhere. On the walls, floors and even some on the ceiling. When he saw the body he soon reached the same conclusion as Emily did. Overkill.

"Emily, what happened here?" he asked, not being able to tear his eyes away from her dead husband.

"I don't know. I can't remember anything about last night and when I woke up there was blood everywhere. I keep thinking that I did this, but..." she stopped there, tears streaming down her face. She was shaking.

"Emily, I know you. You wouldn't be capable of doing something like this."

"What if I got so drunk and got upset? Maybe..." she stopped when Reid pulled her in for another hug. He was trying so hard not to join in on her tears.

"Emily, you wouldn't have, but we will find out who did."

"They took Noelle." she said against his shoulder.

"Noelle?" he asked generally confused.

"Our daughter. They took her, or she ran away. I don't know, but she's gone."

Reid hadn't known that she had a daughter. She hadn't told them anything about it.

"Who do you think could have done this? I mean to you have people who can be angry with you, or him. They didn't touch you, right?"

"I don't think so, but I don't know. I was covered in so much blood that I didn't know if something was from me. It doesn't hurt though, but sometimes stress and emotional pain can take away the physical, right?"

"Yeah, I guess. We should probably look over your body, just in case. So back to my first question, do you have anyone that would want to hurt you?"

"I work for Interpol. I get a lot of enemies. Sorry."

"We'll have to go over them later then. First we'll have to check if you're hurt. No hospital, right?"

"No, hospital." she echoed as she look off her jacket. Her tank top was full of dried blood and so were her arms that had been covered by the jacket.

"I didn't bother washing it away. I only washed my face and hands, couldn't go around covered in blood, right?" she said and chuckled before she removed her pants and then her tank top.

She tried shielding most of her body and Reid got a little uncomfortable watching her almost naked form.

"I'm gonna... I have to wipe away all the blood first." he stuttered as he went to the kitchen sink and wet a cloth. He walked back to her and put the cloth against her left shoulder, starting to brush away the blood. Emily stood still, holding her arms over her torso to shield herself. She looked down on the floor the whole time, afraid of making eye contact.

Reid tried his best not to look at her, seeing as it would be very awkward later on, but he couldn't help noticing the four-leaf clover burnt to her chest and the scar on her abdominal from the time with Doyle. The scars were still there after all these years as a constant reminder of him.

It took some time getting her body clean and when he was done her exposed body was full of goosebumps. When she was clean the only visible bruise was a big one on her abdominal.

"Does this hurt?" Reid asked as he pressed his hands on her bruise.

The hissing sound she made answered his question.

"You only have one. There doesn't seem to be any blood coming from you."

"Thanks." she said quietly and then she walked up to her bedroom getting clean clothes.

He stayed behind eying the body and he actually let a teardrop fall. Emily wasn't here to see it and it was only a couple of tears that would be gone by the time Emily was back. What the hell had happened here? He was dead, they had a daughter who was gone and Emily had no memories of what had happened the night before. He stepped away from the body, found himself a pair of plastic gloves and went to explore the rest of the apartment, starting with Noelle's room. It was painted in a beautiful green color and had a lot of posters of different famous people; one was of Prince William, Kate and their daughter and one of Justin Bieber. There was a photograph of Emily and Noelle on the nightstand. The girl looked just like Emily and she looked about 9 years old. He knew that they hadn't gotten together and married until like 5 years ago, but there could've been a possibility that they had hooked up a couple of times before that.

"It's not his." Emily said like she was reading his mind.

"Huh?" he said turning around to see her standing in the doorway all dressed.

"Noelle. I had her before we got together."

"Who's the father?"

"His gone. I met him when we worked on a case in Portugal and we slept together. It was just a one-time thing, but I got pregnant."

"It's not possible that it's him that's caused all this?"

"No, he wouldn't have known she existed." she said.

Reid nodded his head and then continued to search through Noelle's things. The room was as bloody as the rest of the apartment and it lacked evidence too. He moved on to the next room with Emily following his every step. She didn't say anything, just watched as Reid looked around. They reached the bedroom where Emily had woken up. The sheets were messy and bloody. Reid scrunched his nose as he looked through the bed and around it. What he next saw made him gulp and he wasn't sure if he should tell Emily. She noticed the silence, of course.

"What?" she asked behind his shoulder.

"Uhm... This might be an inappropriate question." he started, still with his back against her. "Did you have sexual intercourse yesterday?"

"What?" Emily said, choking on her breath.

"I... Eh... Did you?"

"I still don't remember much about last night, but by the looks of it I wouldn't say that sex would be the first thing on our minds."

"So what is the last thing you do remember." he asked. He really didn't want to tell her so he was stalling.

"I... It must had been somewhere after lunch. I and Noelle just got back and he was at home. He kissed me and then... It's all so black. I can't remember."

She started shaking her head and you could tell that she was frustrated with herself. Reid let go of what he'd found and put his hands on her shoulders to calm her.

"Emily, it's okay. It's not your fault."

"But he's dead and she's gone. How come they didn't hurt me? Besides from the bruise, but he could have easily done that to protect himself from me. That's the only thing that would make sense. I did this. I'm alive and fine."

Reid gulped. He had the evidence that could tell her otherwise.

"Reid?" Emily asked as she noticed that he was thinking about something.

"This might be an even more awkward question... Do you use a condom when you have sex?"

"You're right. That is an awkward question." she mumbled. "No, I'm on the pill. Why do you ask?"

"You would never use a condom and you haven't been changing sexual partners?" he asked without answering her question.

"This is so not like you, Reid. Can you just tell me what the fuck is going on?" she asked, with a little bit of fear in her voice.

"Just answer my question, Emily, and I'll get to that. I just need to be sure."

Emily sighed. "No, we don't own condoms and we were faithfully married, Reid. I would never cheat on him. Now, tell me what's going on."

"Alright. I found this under the bed." he said and held a used condom in front of her face. Good thing he was wearing gloves. She backed away a couple of steps, bringing her hand up to her mouth.

"What... How do you think it got there?"

"I don't want to imply anything yet. What does the use of a condom tell you in any other cases?"

Emily gulped. "The Unsub doesn't want to leave DNA behind... But if it is what you're implying he did leave his DNA behind."

Reid looked with sadness at his friend. He could hear that she was on the verge of crying.

"He made a mistake, Em. You need to be checked out. I'm sorry if..."

"You're sorry? I was probably raped, my daughter is missing and my husband is dead. Damnit, Reid! Noelle is missing and Derek is dead!"

She broke down then and he wrapped his arms around her for the third time that day and he let himself cry too. Derek had been a really good friend when he was with the BAU and it had hurt them all when he had decided to move to London to be close to Emily and now he was dead. Sure, he had at least called a few times letting them know that he was okay, but he hadn't mentioned Emily much and that's why they had been so worried about her.

When Emily had called and told him he was dead she didn't need to say his name for him to know. Only he didn't want to believe it, until he saw his body. And he was dead. How was he supposed to tell the team? He had to wait with that, though. They needed justice for everything that had been done to this family and he had to make sure that would happen.

"So hold her closer when she cries, hold her closer when she feels. She needs a hand to hold, someone who will never let her go again. And hold him closer when he tries to hold the tears back from his eyes. Don't say goodbye."

Blessid Union of Souls

A/N This was originally meant to be an one-shot, but I'm not quite sure if I should continue or leave what happened to your imaginations;) If there are many people who wants me to, I'll continue, but it would probably not be more than five chapters since I have other stories I'm working on:)

Oh, and sorry for killing Morgan. I wouldn't normally go so far. How many could guess that her husband was Derek? And when did you? Noticed how she didn't contemplate calling him? Maybe that made it obvious...;) I would like to know:)

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