A/N: Sorry I didn't update the last couple of days, my life as been crazy busy lately. I'm not sure exactly when Reid joined the team, but I am just gonna take a guess at 9 months before Boston, so sorry if I'm wrong. Thank you to everyone who reviewed last chapter! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Do I own Criminal Minds? Let's see, I own a computer, a cell phone, a cat...nope. Not Criminal Minds.

Warning: Spoilers for Extreme Aggressor and Won't Get Fooled Again.

Word Count: 556

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I had only been on the team for nine months-the newest member-but it didn't take long for the BAU to feel like family. It's never a good thing when someone dies, but when it's someone close to you, it's much worse. When I found out that two of my friends were dead, it was like something had been ripped out of me. I never want to feel that way again.

Hotch needed someone to interview the wife of a possible suspect. It was almost an hour out of town, and everyone else was looking though security footage, so he sent Morgan and I. He didn't know that that decision sealed the fate for two agents. The lead was a bust, the woman's husband was out of the state during two of the bombings. We were just about to leave when Gideon called Morgan to tell us they had a lead, and to meet them back at the police station.

We didn't talk much on the drive there. We were both tired and lost in our own thoughts. The whole case had been a miserable process, and longer than we had expected. The bomber was good. He'd managed to place eight bombs-killing a total of twenty-three people and injuring six others-without a single person seeing him. It was strange that he would have been sloppy enough to get caught on a security tape, but I wasn't complaining. I wanted him in jail just like everyone else.

When I walked in the police station, I was more surprised than worried. I tried to comfort JJ, ask her why she was upset, why everyone was in a bad mood. It didn't occur to me that something could have gone wrong while arresting the UnSub.

I waited for Morgan to finish talking to Hotch so he could tell me what had happened, but he ran out of the room before I could ask. Unsure of what else to do, I picked up Morgan's cell phone and listened to Hotch tell me the whole story. Every last horrifying detail.

After hanging up I walked into the conference room that the local cops had set up for us. Thinking is what I've always been good at, but thinking couldn't help me. Thinking couldn't fix the problem. Thinking couldn't bring Josh Reynolds or Isabel Crane back. My friends-no, my family-were dead. Killed by the man we had been chasing. I wasn't going to joke with Reynolds, or listen to Crane talk about her daughter, ever again. All those times we had spent together, hours doing paperwork in Quantico, eating meals out during cases, they were just memories.

I don't know how time got away from me, but at some point I looked at the clock and realized I had been sitting at that table, head in my hands, thinking, for two hours. Thinking about what had happened, what was going to happen next. Thinking about the pain I felt, and how my other teammates were feeling. Thinking about everything. But it didn't work. It didn't matter how long I sat there and did what I do best. Two FBI agents that I knew and loved were gone.

And thinking couldn't change that.