* A couple of hours later *

"So, you want odds on when J.J.'s going to kill me?" Reid lamented as he washed out his ice cream bowl.

"Zero to none. You'll be fine."

"You sure about that?"

"Absolutely." Alvez took the bowl from him and placed it in the cupboard behind Reid's back. "She looked more sad, than mad, honestly."

"Don't know why, I lost her stroller...and her son."

"You lost sight of Henry for a couple of minutes, it happens. He's fine. Besides, J.J. knew you were...distracted but she trusted - still trusts you - to watch the boys. She probably thought you would take them back to your place early, worst case scenario, but - it worked out. Everyone is home safe."

Alvez didn't miss the way Reid flinched and looked away. Well, maybe not everyone. "Reid?"

Reid didn't respond, his scowling face not looking up from the scrub brush which was being...utilized beyond its normal capacity.

"Reid?" Alvez stood behind him, finally grabbing his hand to stop the scrubbing mid-motion. "Come here." He led Reid towards the sofa, choosing himself to sit on the armrest. "What's going on?"

"I'm fine."

"Reid, you slept for five hours in a strange apartment." Alvez had his theory, but he wanted to hear Reid say it first. "Why can't you sleep at home?"

Reid leaned back against the sofa, his arms folded across his chest, his eye on Roxy's scattered toys.

"Okay, I get if you don't want to talk to me about it, but you have to talk to someone. This can't go on like this, it's not...functional."

"I know. I'm in therapy, but I've only had one session." He really didn't want to discuss his therapy session, it had been hard enough the first time.

Alvez starred, impolite though it was. By all means, given his negative body language, Reid should have been bolting to the door and yet? "You don't want to go home do you? That's why you didn't take the boys home? You thought the zoo was safer because Lindsey got to Cassie -"

"Killed her. She didn't take her, she killed her. She knows where I live and if she's sends someone else -" He took a deep, shuddering breath, his voice breaking. "I couldn't - I can't -"

Alvez took a seat next to Reid on the couch, cautiously placing a hand on his back, attempting to exude some level of comfort. "Reid, why don't you move -?"

"I can't!" The fact that he had tried took Alvez by surprise. How long had he been feeling this way? Had he really been this badly off for the entire two weeks? "My record isn't expunged and I still have a few months on my lease. I took Mom to a hotel one night when her nightmares got bad, but a hotel is where -"

Where Nadie had been killed.

"So that was why you took your mom to Maryland?"

He nodded, not really ready to admit the whole truth yet...he'd barely been able to acknowledge it himself. He'd been keeping her cooped up in his small apartment against her will and it had taken every ounce of strength he'd had to tie her to the bed his first night out of prison. He'd felt like her jailer, a thought that had made him vomit when his therapist had made the connection. He had thought that sending her to a new facility would be like sending her to a new prison, but it had been...strangely liberating for them both.

"The new place has a memory care wing with a keypad security so she can't just walk out but the Wing is large and there's a courtyard."

"So she can be outside without the dangers. Sounds perfect for her."

"It is, she seems to be settling in nicely."

"So she's safe...but you? How have you been taking care of yourself?"

Reid didn't answer. He didn't even take his eyes off of his intertwined fingers, at least he hadn't shoved Alvez's hand of off his shoulder. That had to count for some kind of progress."You haven't been? You're still living on adrenaline." Damn, this was worse than he'd thought.

"You wouldn't understand."

"Well then make me."

"She'll come back. To her, this is a war and she'll try to win the next round."

"Reid, she won't-"

"Yes, she will!" Reid cut him off vehemently, shaking off Alvez's shoulder as he began pacing the small living room, trying to massage away the headache building behind his eyes. "You weren't on that case, Alvez, you don't know her like we do, okay? She has back up plans for her back up plans. She's going to try again."

"Well it won't work. Okay, we won't let this happen again! If there's anything we can do -?"

"There isn't, you can't control their prison correspondence with the outside."

"What if we controlled their - access?"

"What? What are you talking about?"

"Hang on, take a seat."

Reid sat down, legs crossed on the sofa, eyeing the folders and laptop that Alvez returned with a few minutes later.

"What if we transferred them?"

"You can do that?"

"Got a friend at the BOP - and he already got Shaw moved to Milan for me."

Reid's eyes lit up. "You got Shaw moved to Milan? In Michigan? When?"

"I made a deal that he would either protect you or lose his son. He made his choice so I had him moved the day you got out." Alvez pulled up two webpages on his laptop: the wikipedia list of federal prisons and the BOP homepage. "So, this list is all of the federal prisons: you've got the list of USP and FCI locations. Now if you want to make sure they aren't in with potential accomplices, you can use the inmate locator on the BOP homepage here. So, Boss, who gets to go where? Who do you want to move?"

"Frazier, Cat."

"That it? Just two?"

Did he want to move more? Was it necessary? "Duerson, Malcolm."

"Okay so who is who? Who actually killed Delgado?"

"Frazier. Duerson restrained me."

"Okay, so we don't want those two together."

Reid scanned the list, his eye and finger landing on FCI Lompoc. "There. Malcolm has family in Santa Barbara. He told me. He was nice enough when Frazier wasn't pulling his strings, but -" But he wouldn't hesitate to take revenge on Frazier's behalf, California would be perfect for him.

Alvez wrote it down. "Do you know his full name? No? I'll get Garcia on it tomorrow. Okay, who else? Duerson was the one who restrained you, how about sending him to CA too?" California had a few federal prisons and there really wasn't any state further from D.C.

"Sounds good, just not close by. Don't need the same guards."

"No need for another Wilkins, got it. How about USP Atwater? If they got him on the drug running, he could qualify for higher security."

"Okay, just list an FCI too incase he didn't get charges on that." It was entirely possible that Frazier had not implicated Duerson so that supply could be maintained.

"So USP Atwater or FCI Mendota. Both are over 200 miles from FCI Lompoc according to google maps."

"Perfect."

"What about Frazier? Send him to California too?"

"No." He wanted Frazier to suffer. He scanned the list of federal USPs, his eyes stopping at ADX. Florence ADX, Colorado. He clicked on the link. Alcatraz of the Rookies. "There. Send him there."

Alvez read his selection, problems popping up almost immediately. "Reid, that's where they send the worst of the worst in the federal system."

"What do you call slicing a fellow inmate's throat?"

"Okay, what's the point of the federal justice system, Reid? Why do we do what we do?"

Reid's eyebrows disappeared into his hairline - the question rendering him speechless.

"We catch the bad guys - we get them off of the streets. Frazier is off of the streets."

"So? He's still a danger -"

Okay, Alvez was going to chalk this up to PTSS. "No, he's not! Not to the innocent -"

"LUIS WAS INNOCENT!"

"Whoa, whoa!" Alvez had to physically block Reid's exit and grab his hands to prevent him from - doing something. He looked ready for a fight. "Reid, calm down. I'm trying to help, remember?"

"He was innocent. He didn't deserve that."

"I'm not saying he did. No one deserves that."

"He was like me, Alvez. He was innocent. You think that means nothing?"

"No, of course not." He kept Reid's hands tightly held in his own, even as Reid tried to pull away. "I didn't mean it like that." He highly doubted that Luis was as innocent as Reid claimed, but knew arguing that was a moot point.

"How did you mean it?" Reid asked his voice breaking.

"Prison offenses, even violent ones, take a back seat in the judicial system. They usually only go to the courts if it means added sentencing."

"It was murder, if that doesn't qualify -"

"Reid, slow down." Before you start hyperventilating. "That depends, was Frazier already doing life without parole?"

"I don't know...no one talked about time." It was unofficially forbidden.

Alvez kept his eyes or Reid's which wandered the length of the apartment, refusing to look him in the eye. Refusing to let him see the fear in them. He spoke slowly, trying to pull Reid out of whatever prison-like trance the PTSS had him trapped in. "My point was that Luis' murder might not even be on Frazier's official record yet, so he might not qualify for ADX security, but we can move him to the Complex. The Florence Federal Corrections Complex includes a PC, FCI, USP and ADX so either way he'll qualify for the transfer." There you go, Kid. Calm down. That's it. Reid was starting to mirror his slow, deep breathing whether he realized it or not. "Now, about Cat? How about here?"

Reid, sufficiently calmed down, wiped the stray tears from his eyes and looked at the screen for two seconds. "NO! Not - No WAY!"

"Reid, it makes sense. FMC Carswell is -"

"In Texas! You know how many potential accomplices they have there?"

"It's a Federal Medical Center with a unit of the highest security for women in the federal system - and they have extra medical supplies which is perfect for Cat's pregnancy. This is the best -"

"IT'S IN TEXAS!" Nothing good could come of sending Cat or Lindsey to Texas, never mind both of them. "NO!" He took the laptop, scanning the list for a few minutes. "Here we go, FCI Waseca. Send Cat there, it's perfect."

"Waseca? Reid, that's low security! You want her in lower security? Are you sure?"

"I don't see her accomplices traveling to Minnesota to appease her revenge desire."

"And what if they try to break her out from the hospital?"

"How far can they get surrounded by 15 miles of nothing? It's perfect, besides I won't let them get far."

"You won't- what?" Alvez didn't like the sound of that.

"I'm going to get vacation time in December and camp out at the nearest hotel and if anything happens - They won't get far. I'll bring her back in myself if I have to."

Alvez raised an eyebrow, which Reid didn't even notice. Perfect? Nothing sounded further from perfect to Alvez. Reid's level of paranoia sounded downright alarming - but what difference would it make in reality? The point was getting Reid's paranoia down and if this made him feel safer. "What about Lindsey? Send her there too?" If Reid tried to split them up, he might have to put up a fight. Splitting those two up had been what started this whole mess.

"Can't," Reid admitted. He looked mad. "She's pre-trial."

"I thought she plead guilty." That wasn't strictly true, she could be moved but the BOP would frown upon moving her too far away from her assigned district. The nearest federal prison was in West Virginia but Reid wanted moves much further west which was out of the question at the moment.

"She did, she pled guilty to several murders. But she pled not guilty for Nadie's murder and my mom's abduction. Fiona told me. Don't know what she's playing at. What difference could it make if she's already in for life?"

"She wants to drag you to court for your mom's case, and maybe Nadie's too. She wants to make you suffer if she can."

"Looks like it, besides I want Cat moved as soon as possible. They're both in Mount Pleasant and I don't like the idea of them - concocting ideas."

"Well, Cat's in solitary so I bet -"

"Bet nothing - notes can get into solitary confinement. Been there, done that."

"You sent notes from solitary?"

"Got a death threat sent to me, more like." That cell had been like purgatory and heaven all rolled into one.

Looked like he was going to have to move Lindsey behind Reid's back after her trial or there might be Hell to pay. Alvez threw Reid a blanket and pillow. "You're staying the night. I'll talk to my landlord tomorrow about getting you the vacancy upstairs. It's a studio, extra tiny but it's got the added bonus of no serial killer targets painted on the door."

"What about my apartment?" He wasn't sure he could afford two rents even if the second one was cheaper.

"I'm sure I can arrange something with Rossi. You never know, he might want to keep it himself as unsub bait."

"Unsub bait? Like a backwards safe house?"

"Good night, Reid."

Please correct any prison information I get wrong. Most of my info comes from the Federal Prison List on Wikipedia or documentaries.