Gibbs allowed the team to go home early because the case was finished and they would start another one in the morning. Abby went home to get ready for her date with Doctor Spencer Reid. She was ecstatic.

When she showed up to meet him at the restaurant, he was already sitting down, waiting for her. He couldn't clean up any nicer than he did for work so his attire was no surprise to her. But Abby, on the other hand, was wearing a black low-cut dress that went down to her knees and a pair of high heels. Her lips were painted red this time and her hair was down. Around her neck was a black ribbon tied in the back.

Spencer stood up when he saw her. "Wow, you look amazing," he said. She approached the table but instead of taking her seat, she gave Spencer a hug. Abby blinked, waiting for his reflexes to catch up with him. He wrapped his arms around her loosely, as though he was afraid to touch her. When she released him, he smiled and pulled out her chair for her before sitting down himself.

"You know, I was surprised today when you asked me out."

"Well," Spencer began, "In one out of every ten heterosexual relationships, the women are the ones to ask out the guy. So I thought that I should ask you because I knew it wasn't likely that you would ask me."

A/N: All facts are made-up. But if you happen to (by chance) know the real facts, let me know and I'll change it.

Abby smiled. "I would have asked you out but you beat me to it." The waiter came and they ordered their drinks. But the waiter became distracted by a man at another table who was causing a scene. He seemed to be talking to himself. "What's up with that guy?" Abby asked rhetorically.

Spencer answered anyways. "He seems to be hallucinating. He thinks that his father is here and is criticizing him although a part of him knows that his father is dead." Spencer paused for a second and unconsciously rubbed the inside of his right arm. "Reminds me of Tobias Hankel."

"Who's Tobias Hankel?" Abby noticed Spencer rubbing his arm but she didn't think anything of it.

"He was an UnSub, or unknown subject, who had dissociative identity disorder. His father had asked for death and Tobias gave him that but Tobias needed his father's guidance and the only way to keep that was creating his father as an identity inside his head." Spencer was having flashbacks of his time with Tobias and was trying to block them out, as well as the cravings he was having for Dilaudid.

Abby looked back over at the man from the other table. Her eyes grew wide. "Spencer, he's got a gun."

Spencer stood up from the table and handed his cell phone to Abby. "Call Aaron Hotchner and inform him of the situation. I'll handle this guy." He took out his gun and approached the man. "Sir, put down the gun. I understand that you're upset. My name is Spencer Reid. I'm from the FBI."

"Don't come any closer," the man panicked. "I'll shoot him." He was pointing his gun across the table but there was no one sitting there.

"Sir, there is no one there. You're hallucinating. Just put the gun down, I don't want to hurt you."

"Aaron Hotchner, my name is Abby. I'm on a date with Spencer and I think it's turning into a hostage situation. There's a guy with a gun in the restaurant." Abby was doing her best to stay calm. She gave the name of the restaurant and then proceeded to call Gibbs to inform him as well. But soon after she had finished dialing, she felt a gun press to her head and a hand covered her mouth. She let out a stifled scream.

The phone dropped to the floor. "Abby?" Gibbs voice traveled through the phone.

"Watch out, buddy, I know that this one is real. Wouldn't want to lose your girlfriend, would you?" The voice was right next to Abby's ear. Tears rolled down her cheeks. She may have nearly worshiped Death, but she wasn't ready to join the party just yet.

"What is it that you want?" Spencer asked. He would give up anything to have Abby safe. He had finally found a girl who liked him and had the courage to ask her out; he wasn't ready to lose her.

"I want you to make him go away," the man wasn't even looking at Spencer. Instead he was staring at his hallucination.

"Your father's dead. The only way that he will go away now is if you get help. I can't make him go away."

Another team of SUVs appeared on scene at the restaurant. "Who are you?" A gray haired man approached Hotch.

"Agent Hotchner, FBI." Hotch showed off his badge.

"Agent Gibbs, NCIS. We've got someone from our team in there."

"So do we," said Hotch. "And we have to figure out what this guy wants before anyone gets hurt." Hotch started dialing for the restaurant.

Tony approached Emily Prentiss. "Hi," he raised his eyebrows at her. She only shook her head.

One of the employees came out of the kitchen carrying a phone. His sweat drops were large, like bullets, as he tried to hand the phone to the man with a gun to Abby's head.

"He just wants the hallucinations to go away," Hotch said to Gibbs.

"Get him a shot of Haldol," Gibbs said.

"We can get you some medication, but I need you to let everyone go."

"Not until he's gone."

Spencer bit his lip and looked over at Abby who also wore a worried expression. He sent over an encouraging smile to tell her that everything was going to be okay. "Put down the gun, sir. I'll put mine down too." Spencer bent down and set his gun on the floor. But the man didn't move. "Put the gun down. If you kill someone, you'll go straight to prison, without getting the help you need." The man began to get angry and scared. He released Abby and put the gun to his own head. "They will get you the medication. Killing yourself won't solve the problem." Spencer tried, but it didn't do any good. The shot rang out. Brains and crimson flew, splattering Spencer's white shirt. There were more screams and the women were crying.

Abby ran to Spencer and he held her tightly close to him. He reached for his phone and called Hotch. Kate and Morgan were sent in to clear the area. Ducky took pictures and examined the body. "Are you guys all right?" Derek approached Abby and Spencer, the only ones left in the restaurant.

"Just scared," Abby sniffled into Spencer's chest.

"Well, it's over now. You two should go home and get some rest."