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We try to deny guilt and think I wasn't our fault. Even though it truly was.

I can't see as well as I used to…because my eyes were so badly scratched.

But I saw him clearly…his fear of me…

I remembered all that we were long ago.

Friends, co-workers, and almost like a brother.

That pain still lives…but I was given a chance by the reaper to exact my revenge.

I was supposed to die that night… However after two years, the reaper gave me a body and the breathe of life. Yet I am not completely human…

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Aaron Hotchner waking up at about eight-thirty to get ready for work. His wife is still sleeping next to him, so he gently kisses her cheek and leaves to go shower in the bathroom.

After he showers and dresses to begin the day, his son Jack runs in and hugs him. "Daddy!"

Hotch smiled and picked up his son, "you want some breakfast?"

Jack smiled, "Yep PANCAKES!"

Hotch laughed, "Alright pancakes it is." They walked into the kitchen to make breakfast. After a bit, Hotch left the house and walked to his car. It was a nice day and his friends were planning a group dinner after work today. They all needed to get away from their jobs for a bit.

As Hotch got into his car, he saw someone standing on the other side of the street. When Hotch looked more closely…he froze.

Spencer Reid was staring right at him from across the street. He smiled at him and at that moment, a bus drove by. Once the bus drove past, Spencer vanished. Hotch blinked and then snorted.

"Just my imagination again…"

The same guilt filled him about that horrible night so long ago. It was something that made him have nightmares for months. He was now finally starting to heal. Yet the guilt and regret would somehow come back. He hated it with all his being.

He drove away from his house and looked forward to the dinner that night. He parked at his place of work and walked inside, but the vision of seeing Spencer across the street was imprinted into his memory.

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That night, the group got together at their favorite restaurant. They were talking and eating, a good night with good friends. They kicked off the night with a trip to the bar for drinks and dancing. Garcia and Morgan danced as the other laughed and talked.

Emily was dancing with a man he was talking to earlier, when he saw someone standing only a few feet away from them. Her eyes widened when she saw Spencer standing there, with a bloody face…like on that horrible night. He was grinning, that sent shivers down her spine. But then when she blinked, he was gone.

She had to step away from the dance floor and went into the restroom. She took a few breaths and soon relaxed herself. "What was that?"

Suddenly she felt a hand on her neck and she looked up at the mirror to see Spencer standing right behind her.

"It's good to know that you still have a pretty face Emily…."

Emily shook with fear, "I thought…you died…"

"Oh sweet Emily…I did and I was for a long time…I was brought back for a reason. You and the rest of them betrayed me…justice needs to be served…it's the only way…."

"The only way for what?" But Spencer vanished into thin air.

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