Quantico; fake oasis
"Spencer Reid, you need to get this done with. Talk to her." Garcia said quietly. He looked around.

"Man. I don't know. She...well..." Garcia smiled and gave him a gentle shove. "Go" she whispered.

Reid took a deep breath and walked out of Garcia's office and went down to where the scene of the accident was. He hopped into the FBI provided SUV and drove down to the corner coffee shop. He pulled up and got out of the car.

"Prentiss!" he yelled over the shouts and sirens.

Emily Prentiss turned around. "Spencer." she said running to him, embracing him in a hug. "You're okay," he whispered into her hair.

"I am. Blaire on the other hand, well, she doesn't look too good." she said, with attitude.

"Why do you always talk like this whenever I talk about Blaire?" He asked taking a step back. "She is my dead best friends little sister and I promised him in his last days. I'd take very good care of her. I cannot let her die. So don't act so jealous." he said, with force.

"How did you figure I'm jealous?" Emily asked, choking back a slight amount of tears.

"Emily," he said looking her in the eyes, "every since we were in that hostage situation; you have been so, unglued when I protect other women." he said. Reid gave her a nod and walked away.

I was lifted by two strong men onto a gurney. "Thank you gentlemen" I said politely. They both gave me a nod and began to wheel me to the ambulance. They were soon stopped by the shouts of Reid.

"Wait!" he yelled, "Blaire!" he yelled. I slowly turned my neck to his shouts.

"Reid!" I shouted back. He came up and looked me in the eyes.

"Are you okay?" he asked, studying my body. The mess of blood made it look like I was bleeding to death.

"Yeah, Reid. I'm good. I'm in some pain, but not a lot. I'll live." I said, smiling. Reid grabbed my hand.

"I'll see you at the hospital." he said squeezing my hand gently.

Reid slowly let go and backed away. I was wheeled into the ambulance and sped to the ER. Reid stood there for awhile, swallowing the good news. He eventually turned around.

"Emily. Why would you tell me she was in bad shape? She was just fine, besides some pain, " he said, confused. Emily looked at her feet. "That's what the paramedic told me." she said.

"Oh." Reid sighed. He walked back to his car and drove home for a bit. He parked the car out front and went into the abnormally clean bachelor pad. He laid his keys on the side table in the foyer and walked directly to the kitchen where he pulled out a bottle of beer and cracked it open. He watched the white vapor roll off of the opening. He guzzled a sip and walked to his bedroom, he set his beer next to a picture of him, me and my older brother (whom was also his best friend) Jamison. I didn't have any other family in the area. My grandparents died when I was young and my parents (both in the army) went MIA on a mission when I was 12. I'm now 18. Jamison died when I was 16. He was 10 years older than me. But now he is forever frozen at the age of 26. His fiancée, Lissette, was so sad, she committed suicide. But thankfully Reid helped me to find a stable family I could live with. He talks to me daily. Spencer cares for me and always makes sure I'm safe. I guess in Jamison's last days, Spencer promised him he would take care of me. Jamison's battle with brain cancer was a tough and fatal one and not only did it take a toll on me, but Spencer too. He is a strangely strong character.

That night, Spencer received a call from my doctor, telling him I was okay, and I was to be discharged at 6:30am tomorrow. I had my doctor call him first because I couldn't live with my foster parents anymore and I needed a place to stay and I knew I could count on Reid , for the time being. Reid said it was okay, and he'd pick me up in the morning. I went to sleep, knowing I had someone there for me. At 5:45am, the RN came into my room to wake me.

"Good morning! How are we this morning?" she asked delightfully.

I smiled. "I am very well. How are you?" I asked back.

She looked at me and placed a tray of breakfast food in front of me. "Awake!" she laughed.

I laughed back and buttered a piece of toast. I slowly ate for a bit and at 6, in walked Spencer.

"Hey bud," he said cheerfully.

I smiled and looked up from my belongings. "Hey Reid." he walked over and hugged me. "You gave me such a scare." he said, worry encased in his message.

"Yeah. I know. I'm sorry. I just didn't mean to do it." I said, sighing. Spencer let go of me.

"What do you mean?" he asked. "Didn't Emily tell you about what happened?" I asked.

He shook his head. "This lady. I couldn't see her face but she had a bomb and was threatening to kill me and everyone else there if I didn't stop talking to you. I pleaded with her to let everyone there to go. And she reluctantanly did. But she kept threatening me. So, I wrestled her down but she escaped and I almost made it out but the building went boom and I ended up here." I said, zipping my bag.

Spencer just stared at me.

"What?" I asked.

"Don't worry about her anymore, okay.?" he said to me, holding his hand out to shake. I took it and shook his hand.

"I promise."

He smiled. "Now let's see if we can get out of here."

I smiled and picked up my bag and we left together. I was discharged and we headed to Reid's place of residency.

I walked into his apartment, overwhelmed by its cleanliness.

"Wow Spence. It's so … clean," I said, looking at him. "Where should I put my stuff?" I asked. He thought for a minute then his face was plastered with pure brilliance.

"Guest room, here, I'll show you." he said stepping in front of me and showing me the way there.

"Wow. Again!" I said, laughing slightly. "You have room for a guest room?" he opened a door and showed me in.

"Yeah. It's a 2 bedroom apartment," he said.

I threw my bag on the floor. "Reid. I cannot thank you enough for doing this." I said. "It's going to be tough." I said, looking at the floor.

"Hey now," Spencer said, with care and affection in his voice. "Everyone at work knows I'm with you so I took the day off to help you. Do you need anything?" he asked.

I looked at the barley decorated room. "How long do you think I'll live with you?" I asked. I could hear Spencer undo his confusion and form a sentence.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

I looked away from the back wall. "This room is pretty bland and I'd bring some of my stuff. But I'm too scared to go back to my place and get it." I said.

Reid snickered and suggested maybe if he went with, we could get a few things. I agreed. I took a quick shower and at 7 we headed to my apartment.

I lived on the 6th floor. Spencer parked out front. We both got out of the car simultaneously and walked to the front door.

"I'm going to need to get my car too..." I said, under my breath.

Spencer and I walked through the front clean window doors and into the lobby. I dug around in my pocket to find my keys.

"Press the up button, please." I said, my voice fading off.

"Sure thing." he said. I heard the ding and looked up. We walked in and soared up to the 6th floor. We came out and my door was knocked in.

"What the…" I said under my breath. I walked down the edge of the hallway and came to see my apartment ransacked and vandalized. "Oh my god," I said, covering my mouth and stumbling back into the opposite wall.

"Blaire," he rushed to my side.

"Look, Reid, Look!" I said, walking into my apartment. "Why would this happen to me?" I said, a few warm and salty tears running down my cheek. "Spence. I don't. I don't have anything anymore."

I walked immediately to my bedroom. My prized possessions were gone. My computer was gone, so was my iPhone. And on the floor was the same picture that Spencer had, the one with Jamison, Reid and I. I knelt down and grabbed it.

"Reid." I said, choking. "She's not going to stop." I said, panic hidden in my voice.

Spencer gave me one look and pulled me out of the apartment. We ran down the stairs and to his car and sped back to his place. "what the hell, Spence?" I shouted.

"I need..." he swallowed. "I need to protect you." he said. "It's not safe for you to be by yourself."

I looked down. "Ok."

He put up his pointer finger and grabbed his phone. "Excuse me..." he said as he answered a call. "Hello," he said. He paused. "Oh, hey, Ryan! How are you?" he paused again, but for longer. "Really? I can ask. That would be nice. Okay. See you, hopefully, in a bit." he looked at me, smiled and hung up. "Do you want to go to Milwaukee for a bit? Spend some time with Ryan Braun and the rest of the brew crew?" he asked playfully.

My jaw dropped. "You can do that?" he nodded. I smiled. "I'd love to go to Milwaukee!"

"Well." he sighed. "I have some work to do in Illinois so I won't be going. But, Ryan is a great guy. He said you could stay with him for the time being. But yes. Enjoy it. Maybe that woman will quit bothering you." I smiled and hugged him.