Hey! Thank so much for the reviews! This was only going to be a three shot, but a few of you asked for more so here it is! Just wrote this chapter today so I'm not sure if it's any good but I'm posting it anyway! :) Not sure how long the story will go on, but we shall just have to wait and see! May end up being Hotch/Prentiss, not really sure. But definitely Prentiss/Reid friendship. Lemme know what you think! Or if you'd like a different ship. I'm willing to try whatever, just not sure if it will be good haha

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Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose. ~From the television show The Wonder Years

She pushed the key in and turned the lock, the door creaked as it swung open; her old apartment. It felt like a lifetime since she had been there, when in reality it had only been over a month.

Morgan and Reid stood behind her, silently waiting for her to make the first move and step inside. After the initial shock of her being alive and well, it was like old times.

Almost like nothing had ever happened. And she wished it could feel that way forever, that Ian Doyle could be nothing more than a nightmare of a past life, one that she no longer needed to live.

But sadly that was not the case, and she knew it. This was not over. It wouldn't be until there was a bullet in his head, and she'd be the one to put it there.

She wasn't a cold blooded killer; every time she shot her gun, remorse and guilt would rip through her body, no matter how vile the UnSub was. Taking another's life was just not something she was proud of.

Doyle was different. He had taken her life from her. He had put her in the position she now faced, the one that she was unsure of; looking for a path blindly in black fog.

Pulling herself out of her thoughts, she suddenly remembered that she was still standing in the doorway. "Sorry." She muttered as she walked in, closing the door behind Reid and Morgan.

"Where would you like this?" Morgan asked. He had insisted that he and Reid accompany her home and that he carry her bag for her. Although she had resisted at first, she soon caved in.

The truth was the past day's events had begun to ware on her. Her body ached not only from lack of sleep, but still from the wounds that seemed to have never fully healed.

"Anywhere is fine, thanks." She felt awkward standing in her out apartment with them; she felt like she needed to do or say something, but no words would come.

"Do you guys want anything to drink? Well actually water is about your only option so…"

Morgan chuckled, "I'll get the drinks, and you two go and sit."

She could have cried right then and there, just the warmth of having the two of them with her was enough to make her heart ache.

Reid was silent as he followed her into the living room. She sat on the couch and kicked off her shoes, bringing her knees into her chest. Reid took the arm chair to her left.

"You okay?"

Her words startled him and he looked up abruptly. "I should be asking you that."

Emily smiled, typical Reid. "You shouldn't be doing anything. You're here and that's all I could ask of you."

"No, I should have done something more. I should have known something was wrong; I should have talked to you. There is so much I should have seen, Emily. You-"

"Spencer."

The use of his first name, something she rarely did, caught him off-guard once again. "What?"

"I'm the one that should have done something. I should have trusted you the moment Doyle came back into my life. I should have told you everything instead of hiding it away, thinking I could protect you.

But instead I hurt you more than anything. And for that I am truly sorry. If I could take it back I would in an instant. But I can't, I have to face that aftermath of what I did…I just couldn't stand to be alone any longer."

"You're never alone, princess." Morgan said softly, walking into the room and sitting in the other armchair across from Reid.

Emily bit the inside of her cheek; they really were going to make her cry.

"Even though we thought you were six feet under, we still thought about you, every day. Garcia stopped in front of your picture every time she walked by. I even caught her talkin' to you a few times about a case." Morgan said, smiling.

"You're gonna make me cry…again." Emily said as she laughed but it came out more as a sob. "Just give me a minute okay?" She said as she rose and quickly made her way to the bathroom, not waiting for a reply.

Morgan watched silently as she brushed past him. He looked over at Reid who was also watching Emily. "Go talk to her, kid. Hotch called while I was getting the water, he wanted to see how she was doin' so I'll give him an update."

"How is she doing, Morgan?" Reid asked his question in all honesty.

Derek shook his head. "I don't know, kid. I don't know."

One need not be a chamber to be haunted;

One need not be a house;

The brain has corridors surpassing

Material place.

~Emily Dickinson, "Time and Eternity"