Tucker sat outside on the bench and puffed on her cigarette. She turned when she heard someone walk up to her. She moved over but not much. She pulled the sweater around her tighter and thought about Reid. She had taken one of his sweaters and she knew she shouldn't have but she had needed to. He was still the one she loved and she had needed a piece of him with her as she went though this journey of healing. She crushed her cigarette and looked at the doctor. He was the best and that was way she had come to New York and checked herself into his small clinic. She knew that checking herself into a mental health clinic was risky but she needed professional help trying to understand why she felt what she felt. Too bad that her doctor thought that Reid wasn't real and just some made up person who she felt she could talk to. She didn't blame him; she could barely believe that a FBI agent had fallen in love with the daughter of a serial killer. Although, she did blame the doctor for not even bothering to do research into whether or not Reid was real. Then again, Tucker had an idea that the doctor's massive ego would not allow him to believe that Reid could be real and his diagnoses of her was wrong.

"They found more letters to him. You know that you aren't allowed to write them," Dr. Price said sternly looking at Tucker.

"I need to write them. I need to let him know how I am doing," she answered getting up and walking away from him.

"And you haven't been taking your medication. That is essential for you to get better."

"I don't need medication. I am not crazy. I just need someone to tell me that what I am feeling is normal."

"Your father was a killer and you watched him and sometimes helped him. You are not normal, Tucker and you will never be normal. If you take your meds maybe you would have a better chance."

Tucker didn't say anything. She heard the doctor walk away. She had spent two weeks in this place and every day more she spent away from Reid the more empty she felt inside. She knew that she had been right and leaving to try and heal but after the first few days away from Reid she should have known that she needed him with her in order to heal completely. She needed his love and despite wanting to protect him from her past, talking to him would have helped her more than this clinic ever could. Only problem was that now that she was in the damn doctor wouldn't let her out. She closed her eyes and let a tear fall. She needed Reid and there was no way she could get to him so that he could help her.

Reid sat on the jet looking out the window at the earth below them. His thoughts turned to Tucker and he wondered what she was doing and where she was. He frowned when his cell phone rang. He dug in his pocket and pulled it out. His frown turned into a confused look when he saw that it was Garcia calling him. He brought the phone to his ear and answered it.

"Garcia, the case is over," he said softly.

"This isn't about the case, it's about Tucker. She needs you," Garcia said.

"Garcia, I told you not to look into where she was."

"Did you really expect me to listen to you? Anyway, she is in a mental clinic in New York and they aren't letting her out."

"If she voluntarily checked herself in they cannot keep her for more than three days without a just cause for it. Like if she was a danger to herself or-."

"Others? Yeah, I know and that's exactly what this doctor Price is claiming. He wrote in her file that-."

"You hacked her file?" Reid asked shocked.

"And why so you sound surprised about that? Anyway, he wrote and I quote that Tucker has violent tendencies and that she could strike out at anytime and re-enact the crimes of her father. He says that her killing her father is proof of this."

"Morgan put in the report that was self defence."

"Apparently not to this guy. I have tried calling there to get her out but no one will listen to me. A Supervisory Special Agent Dr. Spencer Reid though, he might listen to."

Reid closed his eyes and thought about what that meant. He would have to go to the mental hospital and actually see Tucker again. He loved her with all that he was but he couldn't handle going to that place and having her tell him again that she wasn't ready to be with him. He opened his eyes and jumped when he saw that Morgan was sitting right in front of him. Morgan smiled at him and leaned back in his seat watching Reid. Reid sighed and rubbed his forehead.

"Garcia, I don't-," he started.

"Reid, don't you dare say no. I wouldn't have called you about this if I didn't think this was serious. I am not asking for you and Tucker to get back together and live happily ever after having lots of babies all named after famous scientists. I just want you to go in there and get her out. You of all people should know how depressing those places could be."

Reid opened his mouth to answer but the phone went dead. He shut it off then looked at Morgan. Morgan had his eyebrow raised and was looking at Reid his face full of questions.

"Why was Garcia calling you?" he asked.

"Tucker is in a mental hospital and Garcia thinks that the doctor is keeping her there for no reason," Reid answered.

"So, heading to New York then?"

"I don't know."

"Don't know? Reid, man your girl needs you."

"Does she? Maybe she is staying at the hospital of her own free will."

"Or maybe she is staying there because she feels guilty and feels like someone needs to pay for her father's crimes even though he is dead. Come on, kid, I know that you know her better than anyone else. Why would she check herself in the mental hospital in the first place? What would make her feel like she needs to stay?"

Morgan watched Reid and knew that Reid knew the answers to both of those questions. Hell, Morgan knew the answers himself and he hadn't spent half as much time with Tucker as Reid had. Tucker was in the mental hospital because she was scared of being like her father. She feared that by killing her father she had opened up something in her that wouldn't be able to be closed. And she was staying out of guilt to her father's victims and their families. Also there was protection in her being there; as long as she was there she couldn't get out and hurt anyone. He watched as Reid turned and looked out the window. He saw how sad and uncomfortable that Reid was and knew that Reid didn't want to go there and get hurt again. Morgan had a feeling though that if Reid went there that Tucker would leave with him and stay with him this time.

"Reid, I don't want to tell you what to do but I will say that I don't think that Tucker is going to hurt you again this time. I think she generally wants to be with you this time and will prove it. All you need to do is be her hero this time," Morgan told Reid gently.

"I'm not the hero type, Morgan. I don't bust down doors and save the damsel in distress. That isn't who I am. I am the geek sidekick who knows how to save the girl and get the hero in there to do it," Reid answered.

Morgan sighed, "You have two choices here, Reid. Either you go willingly or I drag your ass there. And I will tie you and gag you if I have to."

Reid turned and looked at Morgan shocked, "You wouldn't."

"Try me. I'm with Garcia on this one. Tucker needs your help and you love her. I never walked away when Garcia needed me, did I?"

"That's different."

"How exactly is it different? Tucker and Garcia are both beautiful, caring women who need the men they love."

Reid looked at Morgan closely, "Are you admitting that you love Garcia more than just as a friend?"

Morgan's body went straight and he glared at Reid, "This isn't about Garcia and I. Just remember what I told you."

Reid watched as Morgan got up and walked away sitting beside Rossi instead. Reid sat there shocked for a moment. He had never seen Morgan walk away or back down so easily from a fight. He shook his head and turned to look back out the window of the jet. He thought about Morgan had said though, and realized that Morgan had a point. Tucker needed Reid so he should go and be with her and help her. It shouldn't matter if he ends up with her again or not. She needed someone to be her hero and the only one who seemed to be willing was him. He closed his eyes and tried to get some sleep. It was a long drive to New York from D.C.