Here's the next chapter, ladies and…gentleman? I don't own Criminal Minds and all mistakes are my own. Enjoy!
Chapter 2
Reid lay on the couch, immobile.
All the lights in his apartment were out, a cup of green tea sat on the coffee table, and Reid had a cold cloth on his head.
It wasn't helping.
His head was pounding like a bass drum.
He closed his eyes, trying to get some sleep, but every time he felt himself begin to drift off, he saw Maeve's death.
He saw her get shot, he saw her bleed out, and he cradled her dead body.
…And every single time, those eyes opened and she asked him why he didn't save her, why he didn't love her.
The headaches and the heartache he felt were beginning to blend together. He couldn't separate the symptoms.
He didn't know where one began and the other ended.
Reid whimpered. He missed Maeve so much it hurt to breathe.
He felt the ache deep in his chest and the pounding in his head, and all of sudden he just knew he was going to throw up.
He got up and made his way to the bathroom as quickly as possible, clutching the wall for support.
A few minutes later, he walked blindly into his bedroom and collapsed on his bed, breathing heavily.
"I miss you Maeve" he whispered.
He wished he could cry or do something. Anything.
He hadn't been able to cry since Maeve's death. Not even at her funeral, what little he remembered of it.
J.J. had taken him, driving him home when it was over.
He hadn't gone to the grave site. He hadn't wanted those memories to haunt him too.
Reid pushed off the bed, trying to push away the memories of her funeral.
He went into the living room and turned on a lamp, just bright enough for him to see what he was doing.
He went to the bookshelf and went searching for the book Maeve had given him.
He pulled out one book after another. No, no, where is it? The Narrative of John Smith by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. Where is it?
He couldn't find it. In desperation, he began pulling out books and throwing them on the floor.
WHERE IS IT?!
He eventually got tired and stepped over books to sit on the couch.
He curled in on himself and began rocking back and forth.
He remembered when he had gotten the book from Maeve. He had opened it and had found a quote from Thomas Merton inside.
"Love is our true destiny. We do not find the meaning of life by ourselves alone- We find it with one another.
-Thomas Merton
Reid let out an animalistic cry; like a wolf that had lost a member of his pack.
He would never find that meaning. His true destiny had died with the woman that he was sure was the only one.
His only one.
*sniffles* So SAD! I hope you liked it! Reviews and PMs are awesomely appreciated!
Author Note: by the way, I borrowed the quote from Thomas Merton, it's not mine, even though it's awesome.