The walls of the hotel are thin, Emily thinks, as the muffled sobs from the room next to hers reach her ears. She doesn't know who's room it is, but she could guess. It sounds like a male, and neither Morgan, Rossi, nor Hotch would be caught dead crying. Their case isn't particularly bad, not by BAU standards, but then again every case is bad.
She lays there for a few minutes, not knowing what to do. She wants to get up and go to his room and comfort him, but what if he doesn't want her to?
She rolls over and pulls her knees up to her chest in the fetal position, attempting to fall asleep. She's just dozing off when a muffled sob from the other room jerks her awake. She shifts her feet under the covers so they're hanging over the edge of the bed, and hauls herself up into a sitting position.
A yawn is stifled with a tired hand as bleary eyes squint at the clock, worn out feet find their place on the carpeted floor.
Emily stands and makes her way across the bedroom, huddling her bare arms against her body. The thin straps of her tank top do little to protect her from the cold air. Her door latches behind her with a sure click, the opposite of what she is feeling. Unsure.
She pads down the hallway, foot in front of foot, bare feet scraping against the rough nubs of thread. Only a couple of steps, and she is in front of the door. It's dark in the hallway, but her pale skin glows and she can make out her thin hand resting on the doorknob. She turns it, opening the door a crack and squeezing into the room.
The only source of light comes from the sliding glass doors next to the bed, leading to the patio. The curtains are left open, illuminating the room with moonlight. Everything is cast into ebony and ivory, and the figure on the bed looks like a statue. Emily can see tears on his pale cheeks. She stumbles across the room, he must hear her but he makes no indication he has. She reaches the bed and gazes down at him, his brown eyes stare up at her.
"Reid," she whispers now, breaking the seemingly frozen silence. She pulls back the bed covers, sliding under them. Her dark hair splays out on the pure white pillowcase.
Empty eyes stare from sockets, as if they want to scream in pain.
Emily reaches across the bed and puts her hand on the side of Reid's face, he seems to come unfrozen. Tears spill down his cheeks, Emily wipes them away with soft hands. Their ragged breathing is the only sound in the otherwise still room.
Reid leans into Emily, his head resting in the crook of her neck. She can help him now, she realizes. She can save him.