Reid's POV

I was sitting next to Bridge on a couch in the police department. I had one arm around her and she had a blanket wrapped around her tightly as if she was paranoid.

"Where's mom and dad?" she asked me, speaking her first words since we had arrived nearly forty-five minutes before.

"Well," I started awkwardly, scratching the back of my neck.

Before I could answer, she answered her own question. "They're dead, aren't they?"

I didn't want to answer, but I felt like she had to know. "You're dad, yes. You're mom practically dropped off the face of the Earth."

"Oh." Is all she replied with. She didn't look up once when she spoke to me. She looked scared and guilty, and that's what confused me. Scared, I could understand. Guilt, though, is something she had no reason to feel. Yes, she killed a man. But he was going to kill her, and it was self defense. She did nothing wrong. I settled on the thought that she simply thought killing a man was bad.

"You didn't do anything wrong, you know," I told her; trying to reassure my friend.

She looked at me nervously and looked as if she was about to say something. But she heard the loud sound of Morgan and Hotch coming in. She turned her head quickly, looking absolutely terrified. When she saw who it was, she eased slightly. But not much.

"Reid, we need to talk to you," Hotch ordered, walking into a different room and waiting for me.

I started to walk off, but Bridget grabbed my hand.

"No!" she pleaded, "Don't go away." Her lip quivered and her eyes were big and sad. I couldn't say no to a face like that, but I couldn't say no to Hotch either.

"JJ!" I called across the room. She came over and I looked down at Bridget, "Bridge, JJ's going to stay with you for a couple minutes."

"Actually, I have to-" JJ started but I had already hurried off into the other room.

I closed the door behind me and looked at Hotch.

"What? What is it?" I asked hurriedly.

"Look at this," Morgan held a photograph of Sam Rose's dead corpse out in front of me.

"What about it?" I questioned while stuffing my hands into my pockets, but quickly taking them out. I was so filled with emotions at this point that I really didn't know what to do with myself and I was constantly fidgeting.

"This is Sam Rose," Hotch held out a different picture.

I took that one in my hands along with the other one and examined them closely. They looked the same to me. I saw no difference, but I had a bad feeling considering they felt the need to show these to me. Suddenly, something clicked in my brain.

It wasn't Sam.

Sam must have told someone else what to do, what to say, and how to do it. The odds of him planning that we would get Bridge were slim, but he knew his chances of getting caught were pretty large, so he sent someone else in. Someone else to kill off Bridge.

"He's still alive," I muttered – mostly to myself – as I stared down at the pictures in shock. "Bridge isn't safe…. He's still alive." I repeated.

I turned around and opened the door only to find Bridget standing right there with tears in her eyes.

"I knew it," she said. "I knew that wasn't him." She clutched the blanket around her with her hand tightly as if it were the only thing keeping her alive. "He's gonna come back," she choked. "He'll get me. And he's gonna kill me."

And she was right. There was no doubt in my, or anyone else's mind, that as long as Sam was alive – he would be trying to get back "his Bridget."


I bet you all thought Sam was dead and the story was over! You were wrong. Ha ha. I am the ever-seeing eye of this story, so I know everything that shall happen and you do not. MWAHAHAHA! Oh, you want to know what happens, eh? Alrighty. Well, first-
WAIT! I'm not telling you. :P