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"Who would've known little Spencer Reid could have so much anger?" Daley laughs.

"Daley, I swear. I will kill you," I hiss with as much fury as possible.

This just makes him laugh even more. "Oh, is that so?"

"Nothing in the world will keep from it," I promise.

He leans down, his face right in front of mine. "Then come get me," he whispers.

In less than a second, I'm back in my hospital room, lying in bed, shaking angrily.

It was a dream. Just a dream. But, I remember. I do remember. Daley. John Daley. He did this to me. And I will get my revenge.

I rip the blankets off of me determinedly and start searching the room. My clothes, where are my clothes?

I rummage through every hiding spot possible, but the only thing I find are my old clothes. They've been cleaned, but the blood left stains all over them. If I plan on sneaking out of here, I can't just stroll out with blood all over my shirt.

Wait, what am I doing? I can't sneak out. What would I do anyway? Go to the police station, walk past officers, to a serial killer under intense surveillance, and kill him? Yeah, that'll work.

I stop in my tracks. Oh my gosh...I want to kill him. I want to murder a man.

I sit on my bed and put my head in my hands, thinking.

I was ready to murder someone. And I was okay with it. I was right, I'm a monster.

I have to get out of here. But first I need new clothes. Who would usually do this stuff? JJ, I guess? If she visits today, I'll have to ask her.

~~~~~ . : . ~~~~~

I haven't visited Reid alone yet, so I decided to slip away and do that today. He probably wouldn't be expecting me, though.

As I reach for the door to his room, I notice how awful my fingernails look. Bitten from stress.

"Reid? How you feelin'?" I peek my head in.

He pops his head in surprise. "Emily?"

I smile. "Didn't expect me, huh?"

"Lately the only people to visit me alone have been JJ, Morgan, and Garcia. Difference is nice," he smiles, too.

I imagine he'd love difference. For almost a week, it's just been eat and sleep for him, besides our frequent visits.

Before I sit down, I ask if I can get him anything.

His expression looks a bit awkward, and I'm guessing he's finally going to have a deep talk with someone, so I sit down. "What is it, Reid?"

"There is something I want...But you don't have to get it if you don't want to," he bites his inner cheek and glances down.

I shake my head. "Anything."

"This is a bit weird, but...would you bring me some clothes? The only thing here is my blood-stained outfit and I hate wearing this gown." He finishes with a small laugh, which makes me giggle, too.

"Sure thing," I smile warmly.

"Thanks."

"So other than that, how are you?"

"I'm fine now."

My smile fades. "Reid...I know you're not. And I know how hard it is to talk to someone about this. But I mean it when I say that we all care and are here for you. And when you decide you want to talk about it, I'll listen."

He looks at his bed sheets. "I believe you."

I still don't believe he'll feel comfortable talking to any of us about this, though. "You know, you used to get really bad headaches. And you told me about them. I asked if you've told anyone, and you said, 'Just you'." He glances up at me before looking back down. "So you used to trust me, and I hope that you still do," I softly finish.

"I do," he says, barely audible.

I respond with silence, unable to think of anything else to say. Eventually I say, "I'm gonna go get your clothes. You don't want anything else from your apartment?"

He shakes his head, and I realize it's probably because he doesn't even know what's inside his apartment. I scold myself for being so inconsiderate as I walk out the door.

~~~~~ . : . ~~~~~

I know where Reid lives, but I've never been inside. I admit that I'm curious to see what a genius's living space looks like.

I use the key the landlord gave me and slowly open the door.

Despite the dark and depressing abandoned look, it also looks cozy in here. There's a brown leather couch sitting next to a coffee table that's placed on a huge red rug. Numerous pieces of framed artwork are hanging on the avocado green walls. My heels clack on the light colored wooden floor as I slowly look around.

Just as could be expected, there are about a hundred books in the bookshelf. I smile to myself.

Now, where would he keep his clothes?

I venture into a room and successfully find his bedroom. After my eyes adjust to the dark, I see a dresser and walk over to it.

Feeling awkward about going through his clothes, I check the bottom drawer first. Most people put their underwear in the higher shelves.

Luckily, I avoid meeting his underwear and manage to find some pants, a long sleeved shirt, and a sweater vest.

Looking in the second drawer, I'm relieved to find that he reserves it just for socks. No unfortunate meetings with any undergarments today.

I gather the clothing and walk out of the apartment, still feeling sad that it just doesn't feel right in here without a happy genius.

~~~~~ . : . ~~~~~

I feel great after I shower and change into some real clothes. Less pathetic.

My head still hurts, but now it's more of a sore ache. At least now I get a new bandage on it.

I still feel guilty about my attempted actions before. But I still feel I need to do something.

"Emily?" I say as I walk out of the bathroom, finally clean and dressed.

"Yeah?"

"Do you think I could...talk to Daley?"

She tilts her head slightly and opens her mouth, glancing off to the side. "I don't think..."

"Please? I feel like I need this."

Emily looks conflicted, but her eyes show sympathy. "Alright...I'll coach you on the way there."

(Description of Reid's apartment thanks to the latest episode, "Magnum Opus"...what great timing, huh? By the way, seeing Reid in that episode was so depressing...)