Reid POV:
I almost cried when I had to leave Alex and David. I missed them and my team so much. I thought they would look like I was a really bad person, but they didn't. Alex talked to me like she always did and David asked deeper into my mind – like he used to do.
"You have to go to the yard now." the guard said.
I didn't say anything because I knew the guards wouldn't listen to me and they felt best when we didn't talk to them. If I could be one of their favorites, I would might survive being in prison. The guard took me to the yard. There were a lot of prisoners. They did workout or hang in gangs. I walked down to my safety place with my book.
"Who the fuck are you! Go the fuck away!" a man yelled at me, when I came to my safety place.
He had taken my place, so I had to find a new one. I knew there weren't any other places, which meant that I had to join the other prisoners. While I was walking around in the yard, a man came up to me.
"You have to do something for me." He said.
"No, I don't." I answered.
"If you don't do this for me, I'll promise you that you won't be able to walk for the next many months, because I will break every bone in your body." He said.
I start thinking if he meant what he said, but I wouldn't take any changes.
"What do you need from me?" I asked.
"You need to swallow some drugs for me. It will be packed into plastic, so it's safe." He said.
"What?"
"Are you going to do it or not?"
"I don't kn…." Before I said my sentence finished he slapped me one in my face.
"Are you going to do it or not?" he repeated.
"Yes." I said and he walked away.

JJ POV:
Hotch had said that I could stay at home for as long as I wanted to, but I started working the day after the accident. I couldn't stop thinking about Spencer, or that I had the feeling, that everyone blamed me for not going to prison. I knew it was just my mind which gave me the quilt, but I didn't like it.
"JJ, are you ready to go?" Hotch asked.
I nodded and walked out to the jet. I hated myself. I knew I couldn't go on the jet. I had to do something. I couldn't just pretend like nothing had happened.
"Hotch!" I yelled.
"Yes?" he said and came out of the jet.
"I can't go with you." I said.
"Do you need a vacation?" he asked.
"No.. I'm going to see Spencer."
"Okay. Let me know how you're doing?"
"Yes." I said and left.
I took the train. It was raining and I was depressed. I wanted to do anything for Spencer, because I felt I had ruined his life. I hadn't thought it has to be something with drugs, but when he asked, I felt I couldn't say no, so I said yes to get some drugs for him. Not to him, but for him, so he could give another prisoner the drugs.
"I hate myself for have asking you this." Spencer said.
"Don't. I will get it for you. Don't worry. And I will also work on getting you out from here. We miss you." I said.
"But I can't work for the BAU again." Spencer said.
"We can't be sure." I said and hoped he didn't saw my lie.
He looked down and started to cry. I wish I could have hugged him, but there was glass between us, so it wasn't possible. A guard came and took him away. I couldn't understand why I couldn't talk to him more than 15 minutes. It was possible a rule in the prison. When I got outside I called Hotch, but it went straight on Voicemail. I called Morgan, but it went straight on Voicemail too. I couldn't reach any other from my team either. What was going on?