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Here comes the next chapter.

Warning: mention of blood.

Morgan moved in his chair, he couldn't focus on work when one of his team members was absent. He knew Reid needed time and, Morgan was trying his best to give him that. He knew Spencer wasn't the 22-year-old genius anymore; he had grown so much. All the loss, the pain and, the days he had passed had added something to him. Or at least this was how Morgan wanted to picture him: all grown and strong. But deep down, Morgan knew that it could all be wrong. He knew, with every loss with every pain, a piece of him had died. And He knew that was the same, even for Spencer. It was right about anyone.

'There was someone and, now the only thing left of that person are pictures and memories, the only thing was the whole in heart, the place that person used to own' – (TVD)

Finally, Morgan decided enough is enough, so he stood and left his room to search around and see if anyone knows anything about him being gone.

"have you seen Reid?" Morgan asked as he tapped on the empty desk with his fingers and holding the chair with another hand.

Kate shrugged as she was talking her filled cases to Hotch's office.

"last time… I talked to him. He said he was going on a trip," JJ informed, walking into the bullpen. "We have a case," she shook the files and walked to the conference room.

Morgan followed her. "why he didn't tell me?" he asked.

"Who? What?" Garcia looked at his mocha hero as he walked into the room.

JJ raised her eyebrows "well, he didn't tell me voluntarily, I called to ask if he could take care of Henry for few hours, but he said there was something important to be done and, he was taking a trip" she explained.

"Well, He didn't mention anything to me," Hotch said firm but slightly concerned.

Garcia looked around the room. Everyone suddenly was silent and thinking.

"Well, if he didn't want to come today, he would've told Hotch, do you guys think we should be worried?" Garcia moved her eyes around on her teammates, sitting around the table.

"I call him again," Morgan said.

"Don't bother! It's dead, and he is at Gideon's cabin" Rossi walked in the conference room, confused looks of crime fighters followed him as he sat down, "well, yesterday I called to check on Steve. We talked, and I asked about his plans for the cabin. He told me he wanted to sell to a local lady, long story short Reid had asked for keys for the weekend …" he sat on his chair.

Something wasn't right. JJ could feel it. She brushed her hair to back of her ears and looked around, and she saw it.

"Isn't that Steve?" JJ asked.

Everyone looked outside, Steve was standing in the bullpen, holding a phone. It seemed he was trying to call someone.

Hotchner walked to the office door, stared outside, "yeah, but where is Reid?"

(a few hours back)

A sharp white flash of pain ran through his body. Spencer screamed in agony and collapsed face-first to the wet, muddy ground. It was like the life had left him for a few moments. His mind was again clouded, and his body was shaking violently now. He was all cold and tired. In past hours he had experienced so much. He had gone through all 5 stages of grief over again and then the madness; He had given up, had fought his cravings, ran like crazy, and backed to his right mind. Spencer was too tired, waves of pain were running through him. He could feel the warm blood leaving his body. He could feel the sharp metal edges of trap crashing to his bone.

A dark desire took over him if he would just close his eyes; everything would come to an end. He had no idea how bad his leg was, but he could tell by the time the team would notice he was long gone…

He wasn't cold anymore. His body was radiating heat. Spencer didn't have any idea how long he was running under the rain, but the fever was already starting. Giving up now seemed just so easy…

Spencer spent hours laying peacefully on the forest ground, under the sharp whips of the rain. The blood left his body slowly and steady and made the puddle dark red. He seemed pale, and his breathing wasn't as stable as it was before. The end seemed so near, yet so far… Was it how he wanted to go? Giving up now? Or was it his time? Why did moving seem so hard?

And then, he felt a light touch on his cheeks. Spencer groaned. The fingers seemed cold, yet so comforting.

"Spencer?" he heard a soft feminine voice. "Spencer! Open your eyes" Now a whole hand was on his face, running through his hair and trying to keep him awake.

"No," Spencer moaned. "Let me sleep."

"NO! you need to get up now!" She said. "Listen to me, Spencer, open your eyes!"

Spencer knew the voice, but he couldn't bring himself to remembering where he had heard it before.

"Spence! Please…. We need you," she said.

"JJ?" He asked and tried to keep his eyes open. Beyond the blurry vision, he could see her. There was a woman. She was wearing all white with long blonde hair. If she was JJ, why she had dressed like that?

"Spencer?!" the voice somehow changes again. Maybe it was his mother from all beginning. He could felt the soft touches trying to clean his face off the mud.

"Spencer! Honey, please," she said. The voice was different now, so soft, so light and so angelic. "It's not the time yet."

But who was she? He had to see. Spencer struggled with the darkness. Finally, he pushed his eyelids open, and there she was, sitting playing with his hair. But her face still was so blurry.

"yes! Open your eyes, Spencer! You need to get up now… you need to follow me," she said as she stood.

"No," Spencer said in weakest denial. "wait."

"Follow me, follow my voice," she said and slowly started walking away.

Feverish Spencer stared at the figure vanishing into the shadows of trees. "Wait," he said. With his last drops of power, Spencer leaned against his arms and turned his body around, which caused another wave of terrible pain running through him. He hissed, bit his lip, and tried to manage the pain by controlling his breathing. A few more minutes were past, the pain seemed more bearable. Again leaning against his arms, he pushed himself in sitting position.

Spencer's skinny ankle seemed smashed between those horrifying rusty metal jaws of the bear trap. He knew what he had to do. He'd been reading about if a few years back. When a ranger saved Morgan from stepping in one of them. Spencer felt weak. After sitting up, his head was pounding, and he felt nauseous. If he could get himself free and then somehow get to the cabin. So he could call and ask for help. If only his hands were strong enough to open the trap… Spencer took a deep breath, made himself ready for what was next, and then pressed the trap open with both hands. It took a lot, and Spencer was prepared to give it all he had.