20:30 July 14, 2005

Spencer Reid left the police station following Morgan. The entire team had left, following after Ali. No one was sure what had just happened, but they knew they needed to find Ali. She would know. So Hotch told Reid, Morgan, and JJ to hit the town running. He asked Gideon to contact Garcia about those names, "Teru Mikami," and "Soya Miki." Reid had opted to split up, but both JJ and Morgan thought it would be best if Reid followed Morgan. However, as soon as Reid walked outside he had a sudden feeling. His gut told him to go to the local cemetery. Though he wasn't exactly sure why, he had knew it would be wise to just follow his instincts. Unnoticeably, he took off down a side street that would lead him to St. Marie's Memorial Cemetery.

He wasn't sure where the cemetery was exactly, and normally he would have thought he was only heading in random directions, but right now he knew he was going in the right direction. And sure enough, when he rounded a particularly dark alleyway, large black iron gates greeted him. The same iron gates Ali had seen minutes before. Reid ran beside the gates and climbed over the same fence Ali had jumped over.

He ran through the tombstones and paved pathways aimlessly. The instincts he'd been following had abandoned him. Now he knew he was running in circles. But then he saw something flash by the corner of his eye. He turned in time so see Ali be hurled backwards. She immediately flipped herself off the ground and ran back towards her assailant. She twisted her body and landed a hard kick to the assailant's chest.

Reid stood back and watched the fight unfold. Ali fought hard, punched, kicking, and blocking. Vaguely, Reid noticed a standard issue Gloucke laying forgotten beside a lone grave. The gun had most likely belonged to Ali, but she seemed to have completely forsaken it.

This fight continued for what seemed like hours, but Reid knew five minutes had not passed. Both fighters were know covered in blood, most coming from scraps and cuts on their faces. Ali skipped back a few steps, away from her attacker, and said something in Japanese. She then pulled out a knife and charged forward. Her attacker was laughing.

"Three more minutes, Shinse Kaime!" Mikami yelled. He pulled up his hands to block a kick to his face and countered with a kick of his own. I dodged and swung at his face. My punch connected and he nearly fell backwards, but was able to right himself.

He was a good fighter, I had to give him that, but if felt like he learned at a dojo, or some other public institution. L and Mello taught me to fight. We'd fight over everything, from where to go for lunch to would get the last piece of pie after dinner. Sure, Roger was always mad at us, but we all knew situations, like the one I am in now, would arise. We wanted to be able to defend ourselves.

Because I never had a formal trainer, my style was unpredictable. I mixed together moves from just about every style. Kung-fu, taijitsu, karate. I used them all. Mikami used taijitsu. I knew this style well and was able to predict most of his moves easily. Still, I had more own share of bruises and cuts. Soon I realized this fight was going nowhere. I needed to incapacitate Mikami. And I needed to do it soon. If Soya was still alive, I needed to go to her. Best-case scenario, she's only injured. But, knowing Mikami, those injuries will be severe.

I knew Mikami was planning this. I knew I was playing right into his hands. But I had to pull my knife. Even if I could only injure hi, it would be enough.

"Mikami, this game ends now!" I said and pulled the knife I always had strapped behind my back. Mikami smirked.

"Game? This is no game. This is justice!" he laughed. That confirmed it. He was doing this for Light. Light had believed he was a god of justice, and Mikami had too. Mikami was taking over that mantel, it seems.

"Justice? How many innocent people will die before you realize Light's madness?" I asked.

"He was a god! Everything he did was for the future of this world! You! You killed him! You doomed this world!" Mikami shouted. His eyes were practically burning with insane fury.

"I did not kill him! Ryuk had written his name, just like he had promised!" Upon hearing his name, Ryuk seemed to snap to attention. Realizing what I said, he let out a small, annoyed, "Hey." Once again, Mikami looked towards the sky, directly at Ryuk. I immediately took advantage of this momentary distraction. I leaped forward and stabbed at Mikami. He was able to dodge, however.

"You've brought Ryuk with you?" he asked and fell into a fit of laughter. "It seems you are not alone after all."

"What the hell are you talking about?" I said after I had backed away a few feet. Mikami continued his laughter.

"You haven't heard? Those brats, Mello, Matt, Near, they're all dead!"

Though he could not understand the conversation, Reid could guess the contents. Ali had known the unsub all along. And now, it seems, Ali is fighting for her life. Reid wasn't to sure who exactly was winning this fight, Ali had a knife but hadn't been able land a single cut on Mikami, but he could see that Ali was leading the fight away from the third figure.

Reid guessed the latest victim was somehow connected to Ali and rushed over to help her. The girl laying beside the tomb looked to be about the same age as Ali, maybe a little older. She had long black hair and appeared Asian. She also appeared to be severely hurt, if not dead.

Reid picked up the girl gently. He could quickly see she had no open wounds, such as that which a bullet would cause. Still, she could have had any number of broken bones. As Reid lifted her off the ground she groaned and muttered something in Japanese. "Are you alright?" he asked, hoping she knew English.

"Kai-chan…" she whispered, "No… w-who are you?"

"My name is Spencer Reid. I'm here to help you," he said slowly.

"W-where is… where is Kai-chan?" the girl asked feebly. Reid looked down at her. He had remembered hearing that word over the phone's speaker back at the office. He assumed the girl was talking about Ali. Or at least, he hoped she was.

"She is… busy at the moment. She's alright, though. You don't need to worry," he said trying to sound as soothing as possible. "But right now, I really want to know if you are alright."

"If I'm alright?" The girl looked up at Reid with confusion in her eyes. "I-I don't know. I don't remember what happened. I… don't feel hurt…"

"Alright. I want to take you to a hospital," Reid explained, "We can find out what happened, is that okay?"

"Yes, but can Kai-chan come. Please say she can come," she begged.

"Don't worry Kai-chan can come," he said. Reid stood, he held the girl up with one arm while he used the other to call an ambulance. He paused for a moment, and called for two more ambulances to come. Reid closed his phone and slipped it back into his pocket. He looked up to watch Ali's fight once again.

What he saw surprised him. He had thought Ali had been winning. But now he thought Ali would die.

"They're not dead!" I screamed. They couldn't be dead. They were not dead.

"Would you like an invitation to the triple funeral?" Mikami asked. I screamed at him and lunged. He dodged easily. His hand wrapped around my wrist and he bent it back. Pain lanced through my arm as I felt the bone snap. The knife fell from my fingers. Mikami released my wrist and calmly retrieved the blade. "It seems I've made a mistake," he said, "A fourth funeral will need to be arranged now." He began to laugh maniacally and going on about him finally completing Kira's justice. My world went black as I felt my knife pierce my flesh.

"Alycia!" Reid shouted. He looked up just as Mikami had stabbed Ali. Both had snapped their heads around, finally noticing he was there. Mikami dropped Ali and focused completely on Reid.

"And you are?" Mikami asked in flawless English. A nerve snapped in Reid and he pulled his gun.

"SSA Spencer Reid. You are under arrest for the murder of four women, the assault of a fifth, and for he assault of a Federal Officer," he said calmly. Against his expectations, Mikami dropped the knife and lifted his hands in a gesture of surrender.

"You got me, I guess," he said. He fell into another fit of laughter then fell to the ground. Never lowering his gun, Reid walked over to where Mikami lay. The man was still giggling. He pulled a small slip of paper from his pocket and wrote something on it. Forty seconds later his body seized and he clutched his chest. After several moments the seizure ended and Mikami lay still.

Reid watched, cautious for half a minute, but by then he assumed Mikami was dead, though he wasn't sure what had happened. He holstered his gun and kneeled to the ground. In the distance he heard sirens, but he knew if he did nothing, Ali would bleed to death. He didn't know much about medicine, but he knew he needed to put pressure on her wound. He removed the sweater-vest he'd been wearing and ripped it into four pieces. He folded the pieces and pressed them against her stomach. When he noticed the sirens had reached the cemetery he called out for a medic. EMTs rushed around him and began treating Ali. Reid stood and stepped back, trying to figure out what had just happened.

"Kaime. Wake up Kaime," a voice murmured. I opened my eyes and found myself lying on a sofa in a large room. Giant windows covered the walls, allowing sunlight to fall on my face. The bright lights made my head throb, but I wanted to know who was calling me.

"C'mon Kaishi, wake up know," a younger voice said. Turning around I saw four figures sitting around me.

"Get off your ass, you've been sleeping all day," a third voice said.

"That's a bit mean, don't you think?" a fourth voice asked the third.

"G-guys?" I mumbled. Now that my eyes had adjusted to the lights a little better, I could see L, Near, Mello, and Matt were the ones speaking. I was in the main room of the building L'd had built for the Kira task force. "Where… what happened to me?" I asked.

"You've been sleeping all day!" Mello snapped, "That's what 'happened'"

"She almost died, Mello!" Matt said. Near shook his head and L laughed.

"Are you feeling better now," he asked.

"I… I think so. I mean, I don't feel hurt at all. I just feel a little… weird?" I tried to explain.

"I'd feel weird too, if I lied on a damn couch all day," Mello said.

"Must you continue this?" Near asked, "She nearly died."

"Shut the hell up! Obviously, she didn't die."

"Wait, I… didn't die?" I asked. I remembered Mikami stabbing me. And L is here. Mikami had said the Mello and the others; Mikami had said they had died. I died, too. I must have.

"No, you didn't," a fifth voice said.

"I'd been wondering when you would show up, B," L said.

"B is here?" I cried.

"Kai-chan, you didn't die. That agent, Spencer Reid, he managed to stop the bleeding on your wound. He saved you," B explained.

"No… I mean, why… why am I here then?" I demanded.

"Because you're not clear yet," Near explained, "and because something is keeping you here."

"Keeping me… It has to be you. I… I'm all alone now. I-I don't want to be alone."

"You're not alone, dumbass," Mello said, softly now.

"He's right, you know," Matt said. "But you have to wake up now."

"No! If I wake up, you'll disappear!" I cried.

"Kai-chan, others are waiting for you," B said.

"I-I know, but…"

"No, you need to go know. It's not your time to die," Ryuk said

"Ryuk! When did you…?" I asked.

"I've been here for a while now," he said, "but that's not important. Do you really want the boy to think you died after all he did to save you?" Ryuk's gaze was stern. He was right, though. I didn't want anyone to be upset, and if I died now, Reid would surely feel as if it was his fault.

"You're right, Ryuk. I'm being childish."

"You're being you," Mello said. He laughed a little, and the others, except for Near, started laughing too. I smiled.

"Besides, Kai-chan, you're not alone. You will make new friends, and Ryuk will stay," Near said.

"Yeah, you're right," I muttered. "But, I… I'll miss all of you."

"And we'll always be here, waiting," B said. I wanted to protest more, but I knew I had to wake up now. The team was waiting for me.

"I think she's coming around," the nurse said. Reid snapped to attention. JJ stood out of her chair. Morgan turned his head up, and Hotch remained still.

"Yume," a dream, I muttered. A dream, yes, but one I won't soon forget.

"Ali!" I heard Reid say. Looking over, I saw him and the rest of the team. Worry covered their faces. Reid had explained what had happened in the cemetery to the others. An M.E. told them Mikami had a sudden heart attack. Soya Miki was going to make a full recovery. After I was released from the hospital I went to see her. Doctors said she had no memories of what Mikami had done to her. She told the same story to me and I could tell she wasn't lying. And I was grateful. I'd met So-chan while I was working a case in Russia. During that time, she'd become just like a little sister to me.

After she was released, she told me she was going back to Russia. She said she'd only come to America because her archeology professor needed to host a seminar here. Now that he was done, she'd go back with him. We said our goodbyes and promised we'd keep in touch. After her plane left I boarded my own. The team was heading back to Quantico now that the case was over.

I saw silent throughout the trip home. The team tried speaking to me several times, but I essentially ignored them. Reid asked multiple times if my stomach was alright. Every time I told him I was fine.

And that was true. The wound Mikami gave me didn't hurt anymore. I'd probably have a scar, but it's not like I don't already have half a dozen others. That wasn't what was hurting me. I remembered far too clearly what Mikami had said. "They're all dead!"

I didn't want to believe him, but for some reason I did. I felt like he couldn't have lied. I began to feel like it was my fault too. I felt like if I had only called them before this case began, I could have saved them somehow. Or I could have at least known before I'd encountered Mikami.

All these though revolved around in my head. When we touched down in the airport I just said "Good night," to everyone and left. I drove back to my apartment as fast as I could. I drove though back roads and side streets were no police officers would stop me for speeding. I wanted to go as fast as I could. I wanted to feel the adrenaline pumping through my veins. I wanted to feel the rush of the wind through my hair an across my face.

I ended up leaving the city and racing through suburbs and rural towns. After about three hours I found myself in the garage belonging to my apartment building. I kill my bike's engine and went up the stairs to my fourth story apartment.

When I got to the door, I found it was unlocked. I snapped to attention and pulled out the gun I still had strapped to my waist. I slowly turned the doorknob and walked inside.

The ceiling fan in my living room was on, blowing air and shedding light on the room. The small, outdated, television that rested on my entertainment center was showing a commercial for some useless trash people buy for no reason. From where I stood, I could see someone sleeping on the armrest.