His eyes upon your face/His hand upon your hand/His lips caress your skin/It's more than I can stand

JJ and Will in the hallway, oblivious to everything but each other. He couldn't look but he couldn't ignore it either. What had he expected? That when face with the choice that she would choose him over the father of her child? When it came down to it, how could he compare to that?

Why does my heart cry/Feelings I can't fight

Breakfast in bed on Saturday morning. JJ teasing him. JJ asleep next to him. Her golden hair between his fingers. The feel of her next to him, the touch of her hand. The memory alone was enough to make his heart race, his knees turn weak.

You're free to leave me but just don't deceive me/And please believe me when I say I love you.

Reid sighed and banished these thoughts.

It was three days and another case later. He turned his attention to the file from the last one and Prentiss's end notes. "Leftwidge was formally charged with twelve counts of first degree murder and thirteen counts of sexual assault upon a minor. His accomplice, Walson, was subsequently charged with twelve counts of accesory to murder, and one count of murder." Reid closed the file, feeling a little sick. Two more monsters off the streets. If only it would ever stop...

But it never did. As a testiment to that, Hotch began briefing them on the new case. "So far, four missing persons. Matthew Tomasi and his fiancee Sarah Martinez. Also, Karen Costa and her husband Carlos Costa. No bodies have been found, so we must assume that they are still alive. This message was left on the home computer of the second couple: Hell has three gates: lust, anger, and greed."

"The Bhagavad Gita," Reid said, offhandedly.

"We could be looking at a mission-based killer, targeting bi-racial couples," Morgan offered.

"With a possible religious motivation," Prentiss added.

"An unsub with above average intelligence. College education, likely. Every man on the street doesn't study Indian folklore and literature," Reid told them.

Garcia cleared her throat. "I read the Kama Sutra," she said, smiling at him.

"That's not the same thing."

"Why not?"

"Enough," Hotch said.

The room suddenly came alive, startling Reid from his train of thought. The colors were vibrant, the voices of the others becoming crystal clear. Everything previously experienced seemed to pale in comparison. He glanced around, completly bewildered by this, watching his teammates closely.

They continued at their work, oblivious to what he was experiencing. His attention was drawn to the crime scene photos. They seemed to leap out at him, every detail of them enhanced a thousandfold. He stood up and walked around the table to where they lay.

As quickly as it had come, the strangeness vanished and everything appeared as it had been before. Somehow, that was more unnerving. The others were all looking at him.

"Did you see anything," Rossi asked.

He felt strange, dizzy almost but that was nothing new these days. He put both hands on the table, trying to maintain his balance. He looked back at the photos. "I need some coffee," he said, hoping there was still some left. He had been drowsy all morning but now...There was a chair behind him. He let himself fall back into it. Everything blurred around him and faded to black.

"I've been here before," he mumbled.

"What," Garcia asked, looking down at him.

"This is wrong. You shouldn't be here. Its supposed to be Hotch."

"Sweetie...it's okay."

A disembodied voice spoke to her "Some confusion is typical afterwards."

After what? Reid tried to see who had spoken but his eyelids felt like lead weights. He looked at Garcia. Her hair was blonde. JJ was blonde. JJ...

He laughed. "You have to watch her. She'll eat all the mangoes..."

Garcia gave him a weird look but then nodded and said, "Okay."