Hey, everyone! Sorry about the delay in posting chapters; I've had WAY to many musical rehearsals lately. I also haven't read through this too well, so I hope it's all right. Thank you all so much for the reviews, favourites, and follows. They seriously mean so much to me, and motivate me to write this story.

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"Come on, Reid! Open the door! I know you're in there."

Of course, Reid thought. Of course it would be Morgan. He'd known the team would send somebody sooner or later… he'd figured the former because of the current predicament. Plus, he had decided to ignore all of their texts and calls.

Trying and failing to shake his fear over this entire situation, Reid quickly folded the small note and placed it into his back pocket.

"Reid, open the damn door!" He heard Morgan shout, and he left his bedroom, heading to the front door.

"What, Morgan?" Reid said exasperatedly as he unlocked the door and looked into his friend's worried and somewhat impatient face.

"Reid, you had us all worried," Morgan said as he stepped into Reid's apartment. Reid sighed and shut the door behind his colleague, hastily locking the door. "Why didn't you answer your phone?"

"Sometimes, Morgan, I like just a little bit of privacy. I don't seem to get enough of it with you guys constantly treating me like I'm a child." Morgan looked slightly offended at that, but Reid continued, "Plus, would you have not come to check on me, anyway?"

Morgan sighed and looked at the man he considered his younger brother. "Reid, you have to understand that we're worried about you. I know what you went through last time."

A spark of uncharacteristic anger sparked in the genius' eyes for a second before disappearing. "Morgan," He said calmly. "You don't understand everything that I went through last time. And, don't say I struggled; I know I did."

"Okay, Reid," Morgan replied, not knowing what to say. "You know… the team wants somebody to stay with you."

"Fine. I'll take the couch." Reid figured Morgan simply thought it was his usually hospitality, but, really, he didn't know if he could sleep in his bedroom that night, knowing for sure that Nate had spent some time in there.

"Reid, man, it's your place; I'll take the couch," Morgan immediately.

"No," Reid said, more firmly this time. "I'll take the couch."

"Alright, kid. Just let me know if you change your mind," Morgan said as he glanced at the clock hanging on the wall; ten-thirty, the clock read. "It's pretty late."

Reid nodded. "I really just want to go to bed."

Morgan gave him a sad look, "Alright, kid."

Reid sat at his desk in the bullpen. He and Morgan had left his apartment, and had arrived about an hour earlier. He'd actually been disappointed to find out that there was no case; he seriously needed the distraction.

He'd also found something else that morning: there were still no known whereabouts of Nate.

Reid ran his hand through his hair, which was still damp from his shower earlier that morning. He really did not know how much longer he could handle this dress. All he could think about were the events that had happened last time.

…

I wake up and immediately panic when I find that I am unable to move my arms.

'This must be a dream,' I think. This couldn't be happening again.

The entire room I am in is made of concrete, and I'm in the middle of it, handcuffed to a chair. This position reminds me too much a Tobias and I begin to panic ever further.

I feel my breathing quicken as the door across from me opens to reveal the same man that I vaguely remember from earlier.

…

Reid snapped himself out of the terrible memory. He shuddered; God, he didn't think he'd ever get the memory of the first time he'd truly seen Nate out of his mind.

"Hey, Reid." The young man quickly looked up to see Prentiss standing over his desk, looking at him with concern in her eyes. "Are you alright? You looked a little out of it for a moment there."

Agitated, Reid replied, "Yeah, well, I have reason."

Prentiss raised her eyebrows a bit at the genius' annoyed tone. "Okay, I was just checking on you," she said, and started to walk away.

Reid stood, and touched her shoulder. "Emily, I'm sorry; I didn't mean to snap like that. I'm just stressed out, that's all."

"It's fine, Reid," Prentiss replied and offered him a small smile and continued on her way back to her desk.

He returned the smile after she'd gone, though it didn't reach his eyes. Deciding that he really just needed a break, Reid walked away from his desk, and up the tiny set of stairs, heading toward Hotch's office.

Tentatively, he brought his hand up and knocked quietly on the door.

"Come in," came the reply.

Reid quietly opened the door. "H-hey, Hotch," Reid greeted, and Hotch looked up. "I was wondering if I could take my break early?"

Dark, understanding eyes stared back at him. "Sure, be back in an hour." Before Hotch had even finished speaking, the door was shut again and Reid was gone.

Reid couldn't stop fidgeting as he walked down the street. He felt like someone was watching him… well, not someone… Nate. He knew that he was being irrational, Nate probably wasn't right there, but his fear was understandable… to others, at least. Reid would try to be as brave as possible this time around; though, he knew he was already messing that notion up. He seriously just needed his caffeine right now, or just the sugar, more or less.

He walked into his favourite coffee shop, and took a place in line. Reid couldn't stop glancing around as the people in front of him ordered.

"Hey, Spencer," Rachael, the cashier greeted. The employees here knew him well, probably from his abnormal daily intake of coffee. "The usual?"

The young man looked up and gave her one of his usual little waves. "Yeah, thanks," Reid replied, handing her a five dollar bill.

Rachael, in turn, handed him his usual extra-large coffee.

Reid started to move away from the cash register to go put the sugar in his coffee when, suddenly, a hand grabbed his arm.

"Reid" and review, please.

Was that a cliffhanger? Meh, I don't know.