Hey guys! I hope you enjoy this new story of mine! I don't own Criminal Minds *sobbing uncontrollably* and all mistakes are my own. Enjoy!
"Thomas Merton…"
"Who's Thomas Merton? Who is he?!"
"He's the one thing you can't take from us."
"No." Diane pulled the trigger.
And Reid watched his beloved Maeve fall into a pool of blood, already made by the woman that had killed her.
Reid woke up with tears still wet on his cheeks.
It was always the same nightmare; only the nightmare had actually happened.
The memory of Maeve's death had haunted him for the past two weeks, rendering him unable to do much of anything except weep for the love he had lost.
Two weeks since Maeve's death.
Two weeks since he had cradled her dead body in his arms until the coroner had come to take her away.
Reid hadn't wanted to let her go.
In the end, Morgan had been the one to take Reid in his arms to allow the coroner access to the now lifeless body.
When Reid protested letting the paramedics check out his gunshot wound, J.J. had been the one to coax him into it.
Hotch had been there, telling the paramedics that Reid didn't need painkillers.
Rossi had then taken a seat next to Reid in the ambulance, offering his silent comfort.
Tears had streamed down Reid's face unchecked, even as a paramedic bandaged his arm, telling him it was only a graze.
The team had offered comfort, but he hadn't wanted any of it. He deserved to suffer.
When the paramedics had released him, Morgan had been the one to drive him home.
Morgan had offered to stay, but Reid had politely refused, all but shutting the door in his face.
Still now, the team kept calling and coming by his apartment, checking up on him.
He had refused to answer the phone, but, when J.J. and Garcia had come by; he knew they wouldn't leave until he had shown them some sign of life.
The perfect opportunity had come up when Garcia had said to knock twice if he was conscious.
He had knocked twice, and they had left.
That had been three days ago.
Reid got up off his bed, intending to get dressed for the day (or at least move to the couch) when he was hit with severe pain in his head.
He staggered and sat down on the edge of his bed.
What is this?
Reid hadn't had a headache in six months. Not since…
Pushing that thought away, he slowly stood up from the bed and walked into the bathroom.
He turned on the faucet and splashed cold water on his face.
The headache wasn't going away.
Neither was the heartache.
There it was! I hope you liked it :-) There will be more chapters to come…and reviews and PMs are appreciated!