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Day 3! Woo hooo! Poor Spencer! I don't really have much to say, so on with the show!

No! No, no, no, no! This can't be happening!

Spencer sprung out of bed and bashed straight into his chest of drawers. He collapsed to the floor, clutching his side painfully and cursing the furniture.

"Stupid drawers. Stupi-" he sat up, his lip trembling with fear; deja vu.

"This is happening", he whispered fearfully out loud.

Spencer pulled on his clothes, not bothering with a shower. He darted from his room, but halted at the doorway. He looked down at his feet. His toes lay dangerously close to a stack of hardback books, which he'd stubbed his toe on twice the days before. He cautiously stepped around them, before hustling back about to collect what he needed for work.

Spencer decided not to take his usual route to work. He crossed the street, heading for the opposite sidewalk as opposed to the sidewalk he normally walked down to the left of his apartment. His feet touched the zebra crossing just as a bus tore ahead of him. Spencer had to jump back to avoid the massive, blue, 8-wheeler as it shot across the road. Spencer shook his head at the retreating vehicle as it spun around the corner and out of sight.

So this is what I get for changing my routine, he thought, frowning deeply.

Spencer got to work later than he normally did. He sat at his desk and glanced at the clock 8.22 a.m. He hissed and gritted his teeth at his tardiness.

He pulled the first file from his stack, opened it and then slammed it shut quickly. It was the exact same file he'd checked and filled out the day before, and the one before that.

"What's wrong with me?" He whimpered quietly to himself, slumping onto his desk, his head pressed to the now uncompleted files.

"Late night Spence?" Giggled JJ as she hopped by and over to her desk.

"Uh, something like that", he grumbled, pretending to act busy so no-one would disturb him. When he was sure no-one was looking he turned on his computer.

And what the hell are you looking for, he thought to himself pessimistically. What even is this?

He typed several things into his computer, but each one came up with a fictional movie where the protagonist was trapped in a 'time loop' as they called it.

"Urgh", he sighed, rubbing his face hopelessly.

Moragn walked in then, both his and Spencer's files were piled high and left to catch dust.

"Just in time, as usual my Chocolate God! Your Godess of all things technical has a case for her subjects", Spencer winced at her cheeriness and put on a false smile for her.

"What's this? The doctor hasn't finishe-"

"I'm working on it", jibbed Spencer, before Garcia could pry further. The glittered analyst, shut her mouth quickly, trying to hide the hurt that flashed over her face.

"We all have those days", she simpered, hurrying up the stairs to the conference room.

Great, Spencer thought. He'd upset one of his friends already and the day had only just begun.

Garcia started briefing, but Reid wasn't listening. He opened his file and flicked through. His heart started beating faster and he could feel a sweat break out across his brow.

Same case. This is the same case, he thought. He stood up abruptly, his eyes glued to the file.

"Brookebank", he whispered, Hotch frowned at his agent.

"Spence?" JJ looked up at the younger agent who had suddenly got to his feet.

"I-this..." he stuttered, motioning frantically to the file and running his fingers through his hair. Calm down, calm down. They won't understand, he said to himself.

"What?" Rossi and Emily questioned in unison.

"I-uh..." he glanced at the confused looks on his team mates faces. "Bathroom", he mumbled before rushing from the room. His gaze lowered as not to catch looks from his friends.

He got to the men's restroom and paused. He could feel eyes on him already.

Get out, he thought to himself. He made a bee line for the elevator, pumping his legs quickly as voices erupted behind him. He got through the elevator doors just as they closed and smacked the ground floor button.

Get out! Get out!

What's up with him?" Emily scowled as Spencer diverted his path to the exit. Morgan was chasing after the young genius and JJ was calling him back. The others just watched; mouths agape.

Rossi turned to Hotch, who was looking into the file he had given Spencer.

"The hells gotten into him", mused Rossi, stroking his goatee thoughtfully.

Reid staggered out of the building, jogging along the sidewalk, stealing quick glances behind him. Soon enough, Morgan barged through the doors, his head sweeping left to right for his best friend.

"Ah hah", he hissed, catching a pair of familiar brown eyes which held a look similar to that of a deer caught in headlights. Morgan was the car and he was heading straight for the deer (AKA Reid).

The deer skirted through the small shuffle of people, as the car pushed boisterously to gain on its prey.

Spencer broke into a run, as did Morgan.

"Reid! REID!" Spencer heard the insistent yelling from behind him, but he didn't stop. Morgan may be athletically fitter than Reid in every way, but Spencer was smaller, more agile and sneaky. One minute he was rushing down the street in a crowd of pedestrians the next he had vanished.

Morgan put on his breaks when he got to the end of the block, his eyes flashing back and forth for the brainiac. Morgan knew the kid couldn't have out ran him, yet he was nowhere to be seen.

Reid huffed out in relief as Morgan sprinted straight past the alleyway he was grovelling in. He squeezed his eyes tightly shut, trying to ease his pounding heart.

He slunk on down the alley to the other side and started walking. Exactly where he didn't know. But he had to clear his head.

"Morgan? Morgan? Over here! Where's Spence?" Morgan came back through the entrance where JJ had been waiting and skulked to the elevator.

"Derek!?" JJ nagged the ignorant agent, who turned and gave her a look that almost made her cower.

"I don't know where the kids gone", he snapped angrily. "And I don't know about you, but I don't think he wants to talk to us." The darker agent folded his big, muscular arms over his chest, watching the floor buttons light up.

Spencer walked for at least an hour until his head finally felt better. He made a quick detour into a coffee shop, (having not made one at work). He decided to go back to his apartment and see if the day would restart and prove his current hypothesis. Glancing around he realised that he was a mile or two from his apartment and so he used the map engraved in his memory to guide him home.

Throughout his walk he had a niggling feeling that kept creeping up on him. He felt awful for running away from Morgan -his best friend- like he had.

For around the 17th time Reid's phone buzzed. This time he pulled it out and gave it a quick glance: Hotch.

Spencer grimaced and slid his phone back into his pocket. He didn't want to deal with his boss right now.

"This is hopeless. We need Reid", sighed Emily, rubbing her throbbing temples.

"What we need is a geographical profile", Morgan grunted.

"Yes, and unless you can do the maths; we need Reid", grumbled Rossi.

"Well he ain't answering, Rossi."

"I still don't understand. Was the case too much for him or something? He doesn't just up and leave", Rossi looked around at the others for support. They were all as bewildered as he was.

Garcia bustled in at that point, a laptop in one hand, cables over her shoulder and a mug of coffee in her second set of purple sparkly fingers.

"Thought I'd join my little crime fighters", she smiled. "Anything from Reid? I can track my little boy genius if-" Morgan cut her off with a shake of his head.

"Nah, Baby Girl. If he wanted to be found he'd answer his phone", he bitched grumpily. "Oh", was all Garcia could reply, hoping her young genius was okay. Silence ensued for several moments.

"Garcia, pull up anything you can find on Brookebank". Hotch ordered, remembering what Reid had said..

"On it, Boss Man. Uh...why?"

"Something Reid said", Rossi muttered, raising his bushy eyebrows.

Spencer got into his apartment and sprawled over his bed, sighing deeply.

He was sat with his book and a bowl of cereal when a realisation crossed his mind.

Brookebank.

He'd let that slip in the conference room, but...no they couldn't have. Spencer bounced from the couch, spilling milk and cereal across the wooden floorboards. He tore over to his kitchen counter, fumbling around for his cell-phone, his mouth still bursting with a spoonful of milky cereal which he hadn't had chance to swallow.

Where is it? He thought, throwing several books from the counter as he desperately searched. I don't forget, he thought to himself, I put it here. His foot landed on something hard and he reeled back before his weight caused the object to crunch beneath his foot. He bent down and grabbed his phone, flipping it open and wincing at the number of missed calls.

He pressed speed dial.

Suddenly he felt extremely nervous. This is your best friend, he thought. Yea, best friend who you've ignored all day. He closed his eyes as the phone rang.

Morgan glanced down at his lap.

Incoming call: Reid.

Morgan, desperate to answer it, ignored the buzz.

"Morgan? Aren't you going to answer that?" Frowned JJ, who could hear the faint vibration. Morgan simply shook his head. She glanced over to the front pasenger seat as the call ended.

"Derek! That was Spencer!" She cried, grabbing his phone. He let her nab it, just shrugging his shoulders. Hotch peered up into the rear view mirror at JJ.

JJ called Spencer, only having to wait one ring.

"Spence!" She smiled. The smile soon disappeared when she realised what he'd put them through. "Where are you? Why on earth did you run away like that? Do you even know how worried we've been? Spencer Reid answer me!" Spencer looked down at the phone sadly, at a loss for words.

"JJ, tha-that doesn't matter right now. Where are you?" Spencer chewed his lip waiting for a response. JJ gaped at the phone.

"I asked you fir-", she began to bicker.

"JJ I'm serious. Where are you? Please tell me you're still at the office".

"No. We're on our...look, Spence, I have no idea how you figured it out. I can tell that this case hit you hard for some reason, but you can talk to us you know. You don't have to run off like you did." JJ's voice became soothing, a motherly tone setting in.

"JJ, please tell me you're not heading to Brookebank farm", Spencer hissed.

"You were right Spence. You should have just told us, it would've made life a whole lot easier. Right now I don't care how you knew, just come back, okay? I want to see you at the bureau when we get back."

"No! JJ, you can't go there. Promise me you won't! JJ! JJ?" Spencer looked down at the phone and saw that she had hung up.

"Shit". He threw his phone at the wall in a fit of rage and rubbed his eyes roughly. You've gotta stop them, his brain commanded.

He shook his head of anger, replacing it for determination as he rooted through his desk drawer, pulling out a key.

He only used his rusty heap of a car for emergencies; this was one of those times.

Morgan slid out the car, glancing down at his phone.

"Wait up guys", he murmured, dialling the most recent number.

"Morgan?" Spencer's voice trembled slightly and sounded smaller than normal.

"Where've you been?" Morgan deadpanned, hating how unemotional he sounded.

"I-I uh. I-it's hard to explain", Reid whimpered, biting his lip savagely.

"Fine. Don't expect me t-"

"No, Morgan please.." Spencer's voice lifted to a high pitch as he pleaded. Morgan didn't have the heart to hang up.

"Morgan, Morgan. You're not at the farm are you?"

"Why should I tell you? You haven't told us-"

"Morgan! Get out of there! Please-"

The phone went dead suddenly. Morgan frowned down at his phone. His call had been dropped.

"Damn it", he moaned. He looked up to find his team mates giving him confused looks.

"Don't worry about it. Let's go."

Spencer threw his phone down onto the seat next to him; the screen was already cracked from its collision with the wall just an hour earlier.

He smacked the steering wheel hard with frustration, inaudible grunts of anger escaping his lips. He shook away these feelings, stomping his foot onto the acceleration.

Spencer slammed on his breaks when he caught sight of his team's SUV's. He loaded his glock speedily and shimmied from his creaky vehicle.

Everything seemed quiet; too quiet. An eerie silence had settled over the area, but Reid felt sure that it hadn't been silent for long, he felt the tension that gunshots left behind; call it a sixth sense.

"Morgan?" He called out cautiously. Silence.

"Hotch?", he edged closer to the house, his gun raised. Still silence.

"JJ? Anyone?" He was bordering the house slowly. His eyes caught sight of the side door open and he shuffled closer. Everything remained silent.

"And who are you?" Spencer heard the clicking of a gun dangerously close to his ear. His eyes glanced towards the noise, finding the butt of a gun levelled a few inches from his head.

"I-I'm..." Spencer recalled that their unsub had a god complex, therefore he would be prepared to take out anyone who he believed to be above him socially.

"I live in the area. I-I heard the gunshots. I don't mean any harm", he tried to downplay himself as much as he could whilst his body trembled with fear. His eyes caught the slight movement of the gun being lowered.

"I've been dealing with the vermin. You'll understand", Spencer went to answer when an explosion spliced though his ears, throwing his entire body up into the air.

Reid was falling through the air as the sky filled with brilliant Oranges, reds and pinks. Flames licked up at the navy night sky. Spencer landed painfully on his side, opting to keep his eyes closed against the blazing heat and ferocious flames.

He swore he heard something/someone scream. A woman. JJ!

Spencer let out a cry, so full of pain and anguish that he felt his own heart tear a little. His eyes snapped open on the fiery scene ahead of him. Brookebank farmhouse was gone. The tattered remains tried to stand their ground, but the flames blackened the wood, forcing the farmhouse to its knees, along with everything within.

"NO!" Shrieked Reid, clambering to his feet and stumbling off towards the house. Morgan! Hotch! JJ! Emily! Rossi! His friends. His family.

He knew they were gone. The sane part of his mind could see that everything inside the farmhouse was obliterated. But the emotional and unstable part of his brain (which had been taking control most of the day), desperately wanted to jump into the soldering ruins and dig his loved ones out.

"It had to be done. They thought they were superior. This proves that they are not. They couldn't beat me. They-" the unsub was cut short from his speech by a dull, wet smack. He gazed down at his chest where a hole had appeared and blood was bubbling. The unsub looked up in dazed shock. Spencer dropped his glock to the floor and watched as the unsub fell to his knees. Blood dripped from the man's mouth before he collapsed all the way into the dead grass. He didn't get up again, nor did he move.

The only movement was from Spencer, who rushed up to the still burning house and searched desperately for his team.

His fingers graced a dark arm and he tripped backwards, cowering away from the limb. He closed his eyes and felt a sudden rush.

Spencer practically lept up out of bed, sweat lacing his body and the bed covers.

He grabbed his alarm clock and gaped at it.

6.27a.m.

Monday 13th September.

Day four is on its way. Just a warning Day 4 is going to be a dark one. (Just a little tease.)

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