Not Really Living 3
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She sat back in the cab and stared out the window at the passing scenery that was both familiar and unfamiliar. There had been a time not long ago that she thought she would never set foot in this particular place again. Or that she would never see her family or friends, or him again. She shivered in anticipation and fear. What if they never accepted her back? What if they never forgave her for leaving them?
She was coming back and for them it meant she was coming back from the dead. When the call had come she had been unbelieving at first. Not truly allowing herself to recognize the fact that it was safe, or soon to be safe. Ian Doyle was in custody and she was needed to help find Declan. To help get her real life back.
The cab stopped in front of the building she had called home for several years, she got out and took a deep breath as she stared at the front doors. 'It's time,' she thought. 'It's time to face all of her demons, real and imagined.' She grabbed her bags and headed inside.
Once she reached the BAU she placed her bags next to her old desk, which appeared to be unused. She could hear voices coming from the conference room. She walked up the ramp and across the catwalk, slowing as she could make out the actual conversation. Hotch was explaining what had happened seven months ago. She heard Garcia, then Reid and finally, he spoke and he wasn't happy. Was he angry at her, or at the situation?
She stepped into the doorway and stopped. The team turned almost as one to look at her. She let her eyes settle on him and for the first time in forever, she couldn't tell what he was thinking. Silently, she waited for the Earth to move again.