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Warnings: language, tinest bit of violence/whump. Im rating this chapter K+ to be safe.

Also In my story, JJ stays in! In my world, she will never leave!

"A right is not what someone gives you; it's what no one can take from you."

–Ramsey Clark

The team was sitting on the plane. Tired. It had been another gruelling case. Three unsubs, killing early to mid twenty year olds. In some sort of ritual, to some sort of god that demanded: "The blood and flesh of those who do not believe, must be shed, as proof of their wrong doings." As the second unsub had kindly told them. They were mission based killers, not stopping until they were caught, and it was true. Between the three of them, they had killed 18 males and females over a period of one and a half months. 18 lives taken away, the lives of 18 family and friends, foreve changed. Not to mention that all of this was in a small town too. No one was unaffected. The residents of Beetown, all 700 of them, or 731 as Reid had told the team, were all affected. Their lives would never be the same. The names Jeff Harvey, Michale LesWood and Lisa Mena would never be forgotten. Not in that small town, nor in the heads of some of the world's greatest minds.

After spending a week and a half in Beetown - Wisconsin, the team was finally heading home. As always the plane was divided up into sections. Each person had their own. Morgan was sitting by himself, listening to his music, resting. Not really sleeping. The idea of bodies being mangled up beyond recognition had slightly haunted his sleep. So he just pretended to sleep, hoping that he could trick the others into thinking he was sleeping, then eventually himself.

Hotch was sitting opposite Rossi, reviewing the case file. Not really reviewing it though, just staring at it. Wondering how he could have got to them earlier, saved that last boy. He knew that he could not blame himself, he could only blame the people who actually killed those people. But at the end of the day, he would still slightly blame him self. He sighed,put the folder down and turned his head to look out the window.

Rossi was watching Hotch. He knew what he was thinking, but he would give him some time. He would slowly let it go. He remembered back at the start of Foyet's ordeal, he had to talk the sense into him. Sometimes his mind just got blocked. The team would always be there to help him, if he ever asked.

JJ was also looking at case files. Choosing the next case that the team would be sent to. It always scared her, what if she chose the wrong case? What if innocent lives were taken? What if her team's lives were taken? But atleast she was helping to stop more lives being taken. That is what she always told herself.

Prentiss was staring out the window. Slowly compartmentalizing everything she had seen over that past week and a half. Pushing down her feelings, and putting a smile on her face. Only storing it all away, so that one day it would come bursting out. She constantly feared that day.

Reid was sleeping on the long sofa. As he always did. Claiming shotgun, and not sharing it. Like Prentiss, he was trying to rid off what he had seen that week. Those victims had only been a handful of years younger than him, and the idea that someone, would not only take away their life, but make it as painful as he could, was kind of getting at him.

As usual the team returned to Quantico to debrief. But it was 11.30 at night. Everyone decided that it was too late to even walk straight. So they said they would just do it tomorrow morning. Morgan had pretty excited at this idea, considering he was the one who proposed it. Although for Reid, he wanted to do it then, so he could forget about it tomorrow. Not that he could really forget, just distract himself. Not that doing paperwork all day, on the case he was trying to distract himself from would help much.

Morgan was about to head home, and he could tell Reid was getting ready to leave soon aswell, so he was gonna wait untill he was ready, and go together.

Morgan was watching Reid grabbing papers and packing things into his satchel. Tidying up his desk. Putting some more order to his desk, which was clean and tidy.

'Oh c'mon pretty boy!' Morgan called out.

Reid visibly jumped, as the otherwise silent bullpen was assaulted with noise.

'Morgan!' Reid cried out. 'Do you have to be so loud?' He whined

'Oh I'm sorry,' He mocked sympathy and put his arms up into the air.

'You go on, I'm going to be a minute.' He stated, half rushed, as he swept more bunches of papers into his arms.

'I don't wana go out alone,' He complained 'Why do you have to tidy your desk at 11.45 at night?'

'I dunno…' Resignedly he paused. He looked dazedly over his desk, then over at Morgan. 'You're right. Why am I tiding my desk?' He made a laugh.

'Oh, I just think your big ol' brain has had enough!' He wrapped his arm around Reid's shoulder. 'Considering your desk is always neat, and I have never seen you tidy your desk before, only after Strauss had a go at all of us.' He did a slight chuckle at the memory.

Strauss came raging through the bullpen, obviously pissed off about something. Glaring at everyone, trying to find something that someone was doing wrong. It did not take long. Walking past Morgan's desk, which at the time was a complete and utter mess, she lost it.

'Agent Morgan,' She started,

'Section-' He was cut off,

'What is THIS?' she practically yelled 'How can you work like this? This is the desk of a FEDERAL AGENT not some animal barn!' She screeched. 'I don't CARE what you are doing, YOU TIDY UP YOUR DESK RIGHT NOW!' With a huff she stormed off.

'Everyone else as well!' She added before entering her office, leaving as suddenly as she had came.

He had been lost for words.

'Wow, what's up her arse?' Emily said still slightly shocked.

'I dunno, but what ever it is, it's sideways.' With that he had begun the slow clean up of his desk. Reid had joined in, even though his desk was tidy, he only did it because he thought he would lose his job if he didn't.

Morgan was still laughing.

Reid shook his head and snapped out of a slight daze. 'I'm fine Morgan, just not thinking straight because I'm really tired.'

Morgan gave him a suspicious eye.

He began to go over his desk making sure he had not forgotten anything. When he had double checked that he had is phone, wallet, keys, badge and gun, he turned to Reid, who was also doing the same.

'Alright, let's get outta here.' Morgan said, 'Hotch is letting us come in late tomorrow! Let's go make the best with that extra sleep!' He said quite excitedly. That was the second highlight of the day for him. The first one being 'accidently' tackling the unsub a bit too hard.

With that the two agents left for the elevator. Morgan regretted waiting for the doctor, because he didn't say a word the whole time. Usually it would be a treat, but now he wanted Reid to tell him the statistics of him dying in the elevator, or something like that. Maybe he is just really tired. Morgan mused, deciding that if tomorrow he was acting weird, he would confront him about it. For now he would see how it played itself out.

As they emerged from the elevator, Morgan looked over to Reid.

Still looking straight ahead, showing no sign that he knew Morgan was looking at him he let out his first words since they had got into the elevator.

'Morgan.' He paused. Still looking ahead, 'Why are you staring at me?' Turning to face him.

'Oh, I was wondering if you wanted a lift home.' He replied. Carelessness washing across his face.

'Considering you live in the opposite direction to me, I'll pass.' He said in a slight monotone.

'Nah, it's no problem. Beats catching the subway at this hour.' He said, trying to convince the genius to get into his car. Although secretly if he said no, Morgan would fine, he just wanted to go home and sleep.

Reid pointed to his gun. 'I'll seeya tomorrow Morgan.' He turned and left a rejected Morgan standing alone, speechless.

Reid had no intention of catching the subway. He wanted to clear his head. So he walked. The cool crisp air keeping him awake. He just wanted to not think about all those people, it was like they were calling out to him, but he could not reach them. He knew Morgan would press him tomorrow, so he would have to have a clear head. Ready to move on.

The walk home took about one and a half hours. But it was very calming. The tranquillity in the air made Reid feel serene. Like he could let all his emotions fall out of him.

A voice, from inside a black van with tinted windows on the side of the street spoke up. 'Do we have to do this?'

'Yes we do.' Said an irritated voice from that same car. 'We need to make sure that everything goes exactly to plan.'

'But it's a bit risky isn't it?' said a thin voice.

'You gotta risk it to get the biscuit!' the second voice replied in a malice tone.

For a second there was silence.

'So w-what's the plan then?' A thin voice replied

Reid was soaking up the niceness of walking home. It was about 10 minutes ago that he began getting sore feet, and a sore shoulder from carrying that bag everywhere. He should have caught the subway. He could have sat out on the balcony when he got home. He knew the next subway did not come for 30 minutes, so it would be quicker to walk home. So grudgingly he continued his walk home. He knew Morgan would give it to him about this as well. So he made a mental note to do some stretches when he got home, so he would be able to walk properly tomorrow. Slowly he became incessantly tired. His eyes drooping. Thank god I'm not driving a car Reid thought to himself. He smiled, approximately 1500 people dies per year from failing asleep at the wheel. He did not plan on adding to that statistic. He decided to recite 'How to kill a mockingbird' from memory to last him his trip home.

'We wait till he comes our way. He might be carrying. So we have to surprise him. And make it quick.'

'No witnesses' right?'

The man shook his head, eyes peering through binoculars out the front of van.

'He's coming. Get ready.'

Reid could see his apartment block in the distance. Only a few more minutes left. His legs and feet were sore. His bag was annoying him, he had wanted to ditch it 2.5 kilometres back.

'Go! Go! Go!' The older of the 2 men ordered. They jumped out the van, and began following their target down the street.

He could hear some people walking up behind him, there were two people. He could tell that much. He realised what natural benefits being a profiler was.

He was only 10 meters in front of them. If he did not turn around, they could take him in a simple 'over the head' shot. The baseball bat in his hand, could testify to this theory.

Reid heard the people coming closer, but he ignored them, his home was just only a few steps away now. The lights starting to fill the otherwise dark street.

The man did not turn around. There was just 1 meter between them. It was going to be way too easy for them.

The two men just walked up to the man. None of their features were identifiable in the dark light. One man forcefully pulled the bat behind their head. As if getting ready for a fast pitch, and with the same motion of hitting the ball, he hit the man on the back of his head. He went down with nothing but a quiet moan.

The two men picked up the man from the pavement. Drips of blood smearing the ash grey colour the street was covered in. They threw the man into the van and drove off.

Reid couldn't remember when or where he fell asleep, but he woke up with a massive headache.

That night someone went missing. No one knew what had happened.

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