Hey! I believe I promised you guys to update more, I don't break promises so here's another chapter, I feel guilty to leave everyone for such a long time without knowing what's going on with Reid. This chapter is mainly the team figuring out that Emily is alive ( I know, finally right?) and that something has happened to Reid. Thank you to bb1028, I actually just realized that all of my chapters seem to have an evil ending, but that's just how I roll ;)

Morgan: I'm giving you to the count of 3! 1…2..

I'M TYPING!

(I only own my imagination and evil kitty skillz :P )

"I'm not crazy!" Seared through his mind, the scene playing over and over like a movie. He knew Rossi was right but watching the clock as each second passed, he had to wonder. He knew that he'd taken it hard, her death was hard on everyone, but Reid always seemed to get the worst of everything.

Taking a sip of the FBI grudge they called coffee he finished his large stack of paper work, looking towards Reid's, his eyes found their way back to the clock that hung over the bull pen, it'd been eight hours. Looking down at his phone he knew that another message couldn't help, grudgingly putting his phone away he went back to his coffee, thinking about the past month, he was worried about all of them, Garcia couldn't pass her photo on the wall of fallen heroes without a tear escaping her eye, Rossi and Hotch were more withdrawn then ever. He, himself was a fixture of grief and regret that he couldn't of saved her, but Reid was a whole different story.

His phone vibrating brought him back into reality, staring at his phone, he was grateful that he was sitting down. A very much alive Prentiss was staring back at him, two words, two words were all he needed, "She's alive" that Reid had sent to him.

His smile was ear to ear, she was alive, alive! Then the walls around him could of come crashing down. How'd Reid get this? His thoughts automatically jumping to the worst case scenario he raced to Hotch's office.

"HOTCH!" He yelled, earning himself a glare from Hotch, as Rossi turned to look at him.

"Morgan there is such thing as knocking" Hotch began, but before he could finish Morgan cut him off.

"Hotch! She's alive!" He said, waving his phone.

"Morgan" He started sadly, but the phone was thrust into his hands. "Oh my" He gasped, both Rossi and Morgan watched Hotch, both caught off guard with the sudden emotion he'd shown.

Placing the phone down, Rossi grabbed for it, reading over the text, analyzing the photo. "Whoa" was all he could make out of his dumb struck mind.

"How?" Hotch asked looking between Morgan and Rossi.

"Reid sent it to me, I don't know how she came back from the dead, but that's definitely recent…" Morgan began, "OH SHIT!" He cursed.

Both men looking at him for an explanation for the sudden outburst as Morgan sank into the chair next to Rossi. "Reid" Moaned Morgan as he ran a hand over his head.

Morgan was suddenly very interested in his shoes as Rossi explained the mornings events to Hotch, aside from the occasional "mhm", grunt, or shake of his head the only sound was Rossi's voice.

Realization hit Morgan hard, "Guys….. GUYS!" He repeated with more force, earning him their attention.

"How, how did Reid get the picture" He asked aloud, his mind automatically jumping to worse case scenarios. It was obvious as to the looks on the older agent's faces that they were thinking the same.

Hotch was the first to react, pulling out his cell phone he dialed Reid's number, sighing he shut his phone. "Straight to voice mail" He informed the other anxious agents, glancing at the clock it was quarter to eleven, it'd been several hours since Reid was last seen, the anxiety in the pit of his stomach was horrible, why was it always Reid? He couldn't help but ask himself.

"What are you doing?" Rossi's voice pulled him into reality as he watched Morgan get out of his seat and head for the door.

"To check on Reid" Morgan responded flatly. A quick glance shared between Hotch and Rossi, they both got up and joined Morgan, entering the elevator, each of their fears and hopes running wildly through their heads.

Who knew that ten minutes could feel like an eternity? The drive from the BAU to the small apartment that Reid called home must have been the longest drive that any of them could have imagined.

The silence that hung around them was eerie and uncomfortable as the wail of sirens rang out, speeding through another red light.

Looking around the vehicle Morgan could tell that very much like he was, they were all preparing for the worst. Hotch gripped the steering wheel to the point that his knuckles were white, his usual poker face was replaced with a mask of worry, confusion, anger, and almost happiness that Prentiss was alive. Rossi sat staring out the window his wise face contorted into several emotions much like Hotch. He, himself, he didn't know what to feel, every thought jumped to the worst. That possibly once inside, they'd be too late. The last memory Reid would have of him was that he thought he'd lost it. No! He scolded himself, he wasn't dead, maybe it was just all a misunderstanding, they'd find him asleep in his bed, a pile of books beside him.

He smiled to himself at the thought of the sleeping genious, that was lost when a grim Hotch announced their arrival.

Their footsteps echoed from the walls of the stair case as they hurried to the fourth floor, guns drawn one behind the other.

Looking at each other, frozen outside of Reid's apartment door, Rossi tried the door which opened easily. A grim expression filled his face as each of the cleared the apartment.

Hotch headed towards the kitchen with no problems, calling out clear into the night.

Morgan and Rossi took the other half of the small apartment heading towards the living room and bedroom.

Books littered the ground, broken glass crunched under foot, and "Oh lord" Morgan muttered, pointing towards the pool of blood on the ground.

Taking in the room it looked like Reid had put up one hell of a fight, furniture was broken, pictures smashed, the wall had a hole in it. Walking over to the table, he saw it. Sinking against the wall he covered his head.

"Hotch!" Rossi called never taking his eyes off the four leaf clover that sat prominently in the center of the table.

"What is it Dave?" Hotch called, walking in he was also caught off guard by the scene, but when he saw the four leaf clover, he sank next to Morgan.

Looking up at Dave "Doyle." Was all he could say.

Hehe you guys are right! I'm quite dramatic with my endings! I'll update ASAP! Please read, review, and recommend! Your reviews are great inspiration for my stories, I shall return my friends with new chapters! ^_^