Hey ya'll! So it turns out me and my friend got out of the hospital (long story) earlier than expected so I had time to type! I'm just so thankful right now! ^.^

So sorry if this has errors in it, I wrote this all quickly so I'll correct them tomorrow.

And thank you 'marcallie' for your concern. Everything is fine.

Enjoy this chapter!

Trust Me

Chapter 9: Up Late

Reid sat across from Carter against the wall. He looked at her from the other side of the basement; he could tell she was still shaken up from her nightmare. He figured he should start a conversation with her before he could fall asleep, leaving her alone. He truly was tired, but he felt so bad for Carter at the same time. He looked around anxiously for something to talk about, but it was still the middle of the night and it was hard to see. His eyes fell onto Carter's chucks and he instantly had a conversation starter.

"…Nice shoes," he said. Carter looked up at him and then at her shoes. She let out a tiny smile and looked at his.

"I like yours too," she said staring at his chucks. "I like high tops better though."

"I like the flats," Reid said and the two were silent again. He looked at the ground and hated the fact that the conversation had already died.

"My mom got me these last Christmas," Carter said, smiling at her shoes, remembering good times.

"I've been told they were good people," Reid said. Carter looked up at him and gave him a small nod.

"They were," she agreed with a sad smile. "What about your parents?" she asked. Reid looked at the ground before answering; he could talk all day about his mother, but never his dad.

"My mom, she's a really caring person. One of the best kinds. I write to her every day," he finally replied.

"Does she ever get worried? You know, being an FBI agent and all?"

"It worries her deeply, but she's still proud," Reid said.

"And what about your old man?" Carter asked. He saw that question coming. Reid sighed and looked at the ground then back up at the teenager. Her eyes looked into his, waiting for a response.

"…My dad and I, we never exactly met eye to eye. He kind of abandoned us," he said.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Carter said.

"It's fine," Reid said, he looked at his bound wrists as the cold metal of the handcuffs began to scrape his skin. His eyes grew more concerned when spotted some blood leaking out. The more the thought about it the more his cuts began to sting.

"Is that blood?" Carter asked, scooting over to Reid.

"Yeah, but it's just a small cut," he said.

"My fingers are kind of numb," Carter added, looking down at her hands. Both grew silent after a while, they just stared at their hands out of boredom.

"Can I ask you something?" Carter asked, breaking the silence. Reid looked at her and nodded.

"What was that guy going to do to me?" she asked. Reid looked at his shoes for a moment, not sure if it would be best to tell her or not.

"You sure you want to know?" he asked. Carter nodded. "Well, we were to believe he was going to take you to a playground and shoot you twice. Then he would carelessly burry you in the ground for the cops to find you. You would have been the third victim," Reid informed slowly. Carter looked at the ground and crossed her legs Indian style. He spotted a tear roll down her bruised cheek.

"What did I ever do to him?" she asked in a choked up voice.

"Nothing…" Reid said sadly.

"My parents didn't deserve to die this way," she cried.

"I'm sorry, Carter," Reid said softly. Carter leaned her head on his shoulder, making the genius jump slightly; he normally didn't feel comfortable when people touched him in that kind of way. But Carter was hurting; he decided to let it slide. He could feel his shoulder getting warm as fresh tears began to soak his dress shirt.

"Spencer?" Carter asked after her crying began to slow down. Reid looked down at her, meeting her eyes.

"Yeah," he answered.

"Are we going to die?" she asked. Reid stared at her for a while before replying.

"No, and that's a promise."

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Morgan laid in his hotel bed, feeling guilty trying to sleep after his best friend was being held captive. He yanked the covers off so his body could breathe, it was so hot and the bed covers were not helping at all. He put his hands under his head and looked at the ceiling, thinking things through. He was mad at Hotch, ordering him to go to bed. He didn't care if he needed energy, it's not like he was going to go to sleep anyways. He felt like a traitor, guilty, he should've figured something was going on while he was on the phone with Garcia. Normally the kid would join in on conversations on the phone.

He shouldn't have stopped running, not when his 'little brother' was being taken away. He thought how it would've helped if he ignored the pain and continued to run, maybe Reid wouldn't be gone, maybe they could've solved the case by then and they could be home.

Morgan couldn't take the heat anymore. He sat up quickly and hopped off the bed. He still had on jeans and a black t-shirt, he didn't care if he slept in them, he honestly didn't care about anything else either. He just wanted Reid back, to tell him he was sorry. He wanted to see that timorous smile and hear his smart blabber, when someone would tell him to slow down so they could understand him clearer. Morgan smile a bit remembering those moments.

He grabbed his gun just in case he needed it and headed out the door. The hallway of the hotel was much cooler than his room, but just not cool enough. He walked down the hallway to the elevator and went down to the lobby. He smiled politely and gave a small wave to the concierge before opening the door. He smiled with relief as the outside air flew into his face. He didn't want to leave just yet, he sat beside a nearby bench and set his elbows on his knees.

Before he could go deeper into his thoughts, the door opened beside him and he looked over. To his surprise, he saw Prentiss, her hair was tangled and she looked exhausted. She looked over at him and cocked her head slightly.

"Hey," she said gently. She walked over and sat beside her friend on the bench. "I'm guessing you couldn't sleep either?" she asked. Morgan nodded.

"It's hard to, knowing Reid probably can't sleep wherever he is," he said. Emily nodded solemnly.

"I know what you mean. Before I could sleep I started thinking of that time we almost lost him from Tobias. We were almost too late. What if we're too late this time?" she asked. Morgan patted her leg in a friendly manner.

"You and I both know Reid can get through this, he's strong. He's been through so much. If anything, Bruce won't get to him," he said.

"But this time we have two lives to worry about," Prentiss added.

"Yeah," Morgan said trailing off. Morgan started to think about the Tobias situation as well. He remembered one time how Reid how told him he knew how victims would feel right before they die. Memories like that can haunt you for the rest of your life. He clenched his fists, thinking of Reid's face when he begged his friend to not shoot the van as he was being taken away. Emily looked at his tightened hands and put one of hers on his.

"You okay?" she asked, her voice beginning to calm him down. Morgan snapped out of his angry thoughts and looked back at her.

"I'm fine. I just feel like kicking Bruce's ass."

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