All That I Bleed
All the things we keep inside
All the things that really matter
The face puts on its best disguise
And all is well
Until the heart
Betrays
-All That I Bleed by Savatage
The darkness seemed to cascaud around them as the made their trek into the old house. Nothing made sense here. Furniture was over turned, trash covered the ground. It was so cluttered that they could barely walk an inch without running into something. It didn't help that it was so dark you could only see a foot in front of you. Thin streams of light from the ten or so flash lights shot wildly around the room, not making it any more organized. Spencer Reid never really understood why they couldn't just turn on the lights when they entered a house.
Stumpling forward he felt something that he had been dreading. The shape was unmiskable, even if he only felt it with his shoe. It was a body. Holding back a gasp Reid stepped backwards, almost flipping over an old, fallen book case. "Guys..." he whispered, almost afraid to break the steady silence that had come over the room. "I... I have something..." He said trying to control the shutter in his voice. He saw a light beam flash in his direct, and remember his own gun and light in his hands. Suddenly he felt the erge to shine the light on the body and make sure it was what he thought it was, but he couldn't get his arms to move. He really didn't need to see it.
Deciding instead he shone the light where he thought the body was and looked at the approaching person. 'Don't look down. Don't look down.' He said over and over in his head. In the next second Morgan was next to him. His face was grave, and Reid new at the moment he was right about what it was.
Bending down Morgan checked for a pulse, even thought the agent could tell he was dead. "His gone." He said, for the gathering crowd. "It looks to be Greenwood."
"There's nothing else here." Hotch said carefully approaching, trying not to trip. Reid couldn't even amagine his boss tripping.
"Who killed our UNSUB?" Emily asked in her normal complection not even fazed by the corpse lying on the ground.
It was then that Reid realized that he had even looked at Greg Greenwood. If Emily could look down at it then he should be able to. Death had been hitting him harder lately, though, ever since the death of his mother. It had been a week and 4 days. It was strange, once death touched you personally it seemed harder to handle; more real.
Looking down he saw that the brunette had been stabbed countless times in the chest. His shirt was ripped open showing the pale bloodied skin. His face was still just as handson as it had been before. Reid pulled his eyes off it before he could look into his cold, dead eyes. All he saw at night was Daina Reid's dead brown eyes looking up at him. Looking just as crazy as they had before. Filled with pain and sorrow.
"It looks like he was just killed... maybe 20 minutes ago." Reid qucikly said trying to take his mind off his mother. It wouldn't work, though, he knew in the next moment he would be seeing that day again. "The blood it still wet..."
"And it doesn't reek in here." Detective Parker said. He was a tall guy that resembled the guy on the floor a lot, other then he didn't have over ten stab wounds in his chest. Parker had called the BAU in 2 days ago, on the day Reid came back to work, to help him catch the guy who had murdered 5 couples in the last month.
Hotch barked some orders to the SWAT and detectives, most of which Reid missed. He was sure he had said something to him as well, but he missed it as well. When Hotch, Morgan, and Emily started off Reid followed almost blindly, tripping on many things.
Once he emerged outside he could breathe. It wasn't much lighter than inside do to the thick cloud cover that threatened a thunderstorm at any moment, but the air was fresher, and there was more to look at then death.
"Reid..." Hotch said but Reid didn't catch it, "Reid!" Jumping slightly the genuis looked over. "You okay?"
"Fine." The word had no emotion.
"You need more time off?"
"No!" He answered a little too fast. He didn't know what he would do if he was left to think about it any more. "I've been gone over a week already. I'm good." He added more normal.
"Okay," Hotch said a little reluctant. He knew what death could do to a person and how the grief could destroy you. "go with Emily back to the police station. Look over everything again. It could be possible that Greenwood wasn't our guy."
Reid nodded and started to the SUV Emily was standing by. He was stightly curoius what Hotch and Morgan would be doing, and really regreted spacing off earlier. But there was nothing he could do now. He would find out later. He just hoped that he would be able to hold on. He couldn't afford to lose control. He needed to keep his mind steady and to himself. He didn't want them to know. They didn't needed to know.