Reid walked into the small cozy coffee shop/bookstore and smiled. Everything had gone to hell the last few days. Hotch's wife had been murdered, Hotch taking time off and working the first case without the boss; it was just too much. He smiled when he saw Tucker wiping down the table in the far corner her golden brown hair braided over her shoulder. She was the one person who didn't seem impressed or weirded out by how smart he was. Well, the only civilian anyway; the people in the BAU had gotten use to him pretty fast.

He leaned on his cane and walked over to her smiling when she turned and faced him. Her bright jade eyes went to the cane then back to him. He saw concern in her eyes and smiled even bigger for her. He wasn't expecting her to throw her arms around him and hug him. He hugged her back though. It wasn't very often he got hugged.

"Spence, what the hell happened?" she asked pulling away and pulling out a chair for him. It had been awhile since he had been by and she had been worried about him.

"I got shot. It's alright, it's healing remarkably well actually," he stated sitting across from her.

"You got shot?"

"Yes, it's fine."

"It is not fine. You got shot."

Tucker sat there and looked at Reid asking herself again how it was he could be so smart in some things but a complete dumbass in others. It was not alright that he had gotten shot; not by a long shot. She was his friend and wanted to make sure that he was alright. She shook her head when he just gave her what she had dubbed the Spence look which was a half smile and a shrug.

"I miscalculated," he gave as an answer.

"You? Miscalculate? I don't think so," she sighed and got up, "the usual?"

"Please."

Tucker got up and pushed in her chair. She walked by and patted Reid on the shoulder. She walked over to the counter and got started on his coffee. She looked up at him and watched him just sit there looking out the window at the people walking by on the street. She wondered what he thought about when he just sat in the quiet. She sighed and looked at the clock. Three more hours and she was free for the night. Not that she had any plans. If Reid was still there, she'd probably spend them sitting across from him listening to him explain theories she had no hope in Hell of ever understanding. But she didn't care; she wouldn't be alone and that was all that mattered.

Morgan closed down his computer wondering how the hell Hotch ever got anything done. He started at the still unfinished pile of paperwork and really felt like crying. He was use to Hotch doing the paperwork while Morgan got to go home and crawl into bed and sleep after a case. Or drink himself to sleep if the case had been a hard one. He rested his head in his hands and closed his eyes. He just wanted to take a few moments and try to center his thoughts. He turned when he heard a knock on the door. JJ stood there with a case file in her hand.

"No," he moaned.

"It's important, Morgan. Really important," she said.

"How important?"

"The Inquisitor," JJ said.

Morgan swore and closed his eyes again. That was the last thing they needed.

Reid smiled as Tucker laughed at his joke. He knew it was lame but she always laughed at them anyway. He loved her laughter and was constantly trying to make her laugh. He knew that if Morgan had been around he would have been pushing Reid to ask her out but Reid wasn't ready for that. He thought of Tucker as his good friend and he never wanted to jeopardize that. Even though deep down he knew he loved her he was willing to stay her friend and keep her in his life. He watched as Tucker brushed a piece of hair from her face and looked at him. He loved the way she looked at him with utter trust and happiness. It wasn't very often people were happy to see him.

"I missed you coming around, you know," Tucker said looking at him and giving him a soft smile that made her looked younger and more carefree.

"I'm sorry but it is hard to move around after being shot," Reid answered.

"Imagine that."

Tucker saw Reid smile. She looked up at the television in the corner and felt herself go numb. There across the bottom of the screen were words she had never wanted to see; 'Inquisitor strikes again' in bold white letters as a news reporter stood in front of an empty field where Tucker could see police tape in the background.

"Deeper, Deliverance, you need to see the bone," the deep baritone echoed in her ear. And then the sound of a saw cutting though flesh and then hitting the bone.

"But this is wrong," she muttered not very loud. She was only ten and was scared of her father. She had learned early on of his anger.

"Hurt them before they pollute the world, Deliverance. Remember that, it's our family motto."

"Tuck?" Reid asked seeing her face go white. He turned and saw what was on the screen. He then looked back at her and saw the fear written all over her features. "Tucker, talk to me," he whispered reaching out to take her hand.

"I need to go. I need," Tucker got up and grabbed her bag, "he's too close this time. I need to run."

"Tucker, wait, stop," Reid grabbed her arm and she turned bumping into him. Her body was pressed hard against him, "I can help you."

"No, you can't. I learned a long time ago that there is no help from evil like that. There is only running."

Tucker kissed Reid softly knowing she would never see him again. She had wanted to do that since the moment he had walked in the shop almost a year ago. Now she would always wonder if they could have had something. She pulled away and ran away from him knowing that he couldn't follow. She felt tears come to her eyes as he called after her but she ran out of the shop and down the street. She was an expert at disappearing and he would never find her.

Reid looked down and frowned when he saw that Tucker had left her notebook behind. He went to grab it but his cell started to ring. He dug in his pocket and answered it.

"Reid," he said running his fingers over the green cover of the notebook.

"We need back here," JJ said.

"I'll be there in a few."

"You aren't even going to ask what this is about."

"I saw the news."

"Alright. I'll see you then."

Reid hung up and grabbed Tucker's notebook. His mind told him there was a link between Tucker and the Inquisitor. He knew it.