A/N: Not my characters, obviously. I took some liberties with this as I do not know anything about true crime (or anything I am willing to share). Please be kind or don't read it. Enjoy!

Emily Prentiss sat down in her semi-comfortable chair and took a moment to savor her first sip of coffee. When she opened her eyes she found her boss staring at her.

Aaron Hotchner's face betrayed no emotion. "Where is Reid? He's usually here by now."

Emily couldn't help glancing at Reid's area. "He went for a quick visit to see his mother since we have a break between cases."

"There's nothing quick about those visits," Hotch said, but turned to walk away.

"Ok, then," she slowly muttered before going back to her still steaming coffee.

Dr. Spencer Reid sat in a low folding chair, hands clasped as he watched his mother. "Mom, there are no electronic devices planted in your room."

Diana Reid looked up from the drawer she just emptied on the floor. "Who are you? What do you want?"

"Mom, it's me. Spencer."

She appeared to relax but still narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "You bring any of those feds with you?"

"No. Just me."

She still looked around. "They're after me, you know."

Reid sighed and put his head down for a moment. "Why do you think they are after you? Have you committed a heinous crime?"

"They know, Spencer."

"Know what, Mom?" he asked, dreading the answer.

"Here," she said, tapping her head as she slumped against the wall, looking everywhere. "They know. In here."

Reid knew to question her further about that subject would have a negative reaction to her. He decided to try a different topic. "So, Mom, I heard you started in the art class. How do you like it?"

Diana didn't answer. Her eyes were still darting everywhere but the rest of her didn't move.

Reid looked at his watch and sighed again. He stood and went to kneel in front of his mother. "Mom, I've got to go but I'll be back soon, ok?"

She didn't look at him at all.

He leaned over to kiss her on her cool cheek then left the room to find her doctor. He walked up to the first nurse he saw. "Hey, I'm looking for Dr. Atkins."

She smiled up at him. "You're in luck. He's actually in today. Can I tell him who wants to speak to him?"

He always thought that phrase was ridiculous. What would she do if he said no? "Spencer Reid," was his actual answer.

About five minutes later Dr. Jack Atkins came around the corner, smile on his face, hand outstretched. "Dr. Reid!"

"Hello, Dr. Atkins."

"How can I help you?"

"I'd like to discuss my mother's current treatment."

Dr. Atkins led him to an empty room. "Currently Diana is on the same dosage and medications as when she was transferred to us."

Reid bit his lip in thought. "I moved her to be closer to me. In retrospect it seems to have had a negative impact on her behavior."

"As you well know any kind of change will be seen as a bad thing in the eyes of someone like Diana. Perhaps a tweek in medications will ease her more smoothly into her new home."

They were in a deep discussion about new various treatments when Reid's phone buzzed him. "I'm sorry but I have to go," he told Atkins.

"Not a problem, chap. I'll call you with any updates."

"Thanks." He moved down the hall to try to use his cell inconspicuously. "Dr. Reid."

"I know who I called, genius."

He could almost hear her smile. "Hey, Em. What's going on?"

"It was too quiet around here without someone quoting statistics or random facts."

"Did you know along with calcium people also wanted to add iron to milk? It was only when they discovered it turned coffee green that they ditched the idea."

She laughed and then they were quiet for a moment. When Prentiss spoke again her voice took on a more serious tone. "I didn't interrupt your visit just to chat."

He responded to her tone by copying it with his, subconsciously tensing up. "What's wrong?"

"Hotch wanted to know when you could be back. We have a case."

Reid bit his bottom lip again in concentration. "I can be there in little under five hours depending on when I can get a flight out."

"We leave at first light."

"I'll be there."

"We're going to Sikeston, Missouri if you can't get here in time."

He looked at his watch to gauge how much time he was allowed. "I'll be there, Emily."

"Be careful, Spencer."