Author's Note:

Don't worry if you see I have started another story. Ideas are pouring out of my fingers, but this one is my main one. I have every intention of finishing it.

I'm fully aware of how to ridiculous what I'm proposing sounds. The thing about Reid is, he IS the most ridiculous part of the show, aside from a government-sanctioned private jet. With a mind like his, the government could use him for any number of things, so I'm using it fill a need in my story that is somewhere on the edge of the ballpark as plausible.

Chapter Ten:

Okinawa

Reid

They were given separate rooms at the base. Reid couldn't sleep. He kept the light on. Light, having as much needed on a whim seemed so foreign to him now. The things he took for granted before the island.

There was a knock on his door. He opened it to see an officer.

"Phone call for you sir," the young man said. "Take your time."

"Thanks," Reid said as the door was closed.

"Hi Reid," Will said breathlessly. "I have made a decision but first I need to hear it. I need here from you why you did what you did."

It sounded like Will had been crying.

"Will, where are the kids? Are you okay?"

"The kids are with J.J.'s mother for the day. I'm safe at home. I need to hear it from you. I need to know why."

"Will, it happened the day I figured out where we were."

"How?"

"I rarely used all my time off. But you'll never see that on payroll sheets. It helped pay for my mom's care."

"What does that have to do with anything? I really need you to get straight to the point with this one."

"I'm trying Will. The military invited me to consult for them in my free time. Will, I specialized in compiling data on the South Asian Pacific region. When I saw the planes fly over us, I realized, no one was going to find us, anytime soon, at least."

"Okay, explain a little bit."

"Will, the US is involved in missions that make spy movies, look tame. We're constantly on the verge of World War III. The herringbone formation of a squadron of Octavian fighter jets, told me we were in a place no one will look, because that kind of jet, shouldn't exist. It carries weapons that were outlawed by the Geneva convention. That island is in a purposeful blind spot I helped map, Will."

"Oh, my god," he said. "You really didn't think anyone would find you."

Reid felt himself gasping for air.

"Will what do you want me to say? I regret it. I regret J.J. is pregnant. I offered ways to abort it, knowing this was situation we'd be in."

"You would have really killed the child you've dreamed of because it would cause a soap opera?"

"Because it would ruin what you had with J.J. and the boys! I came from a broken home. I don't want that for Henry and Michael. I don't want to be a homewrecker Will!"

"Reid, Spencer, when Jennifer and I would make love, I'd see her eyes tilt upwards. I often wondered if she was thinking of someone else. Spencer, she loves you. You don't deserve to suffer. You've suffered enough. Spencer—"

"Will it's only been two days! Don't—"

"Spencer please. You two deserve to be happy TOGETHER!"

Will ended the phone call.

Reid fell to the floor and cried.

Day Three

Reid was sweating through his dress shirt. He took it off, revealing his white undershirt.

"Guys, we don't know how long we need our clothes to last. We should only wear what we need during the day, and layer at night."

He proceeded to take off his slacks revealing his black and blue checked boxer shorts.

Lewis took off her blouse, revealing a black lace bra she had put on earlier.

"It is getting hot. It's a good thing we're family."

"Agreed," J.J. said as pulled her shirt off. "Though, If I had known everyone was going to see my underwear, I wouldn't have worn my comfy plane ride stuff."

"Why are you always making us strip?" Simmons said jokingly as he began to undress.

"Because I want us to be able to survive comfortably as possible for however long we're going to be here."

"I wouldn't call this comfortable," Rossi mumbled as he took off his shirt.

Prentiss hand quickly stripped down plum-colored underwear.

"Reid, let's go for a walk. Everyone else, try to stay in the shade while figuring out who is sleeping where."

"Okay, boss," Alvez said.

Prentiss led him into where Simmons and Alvez had been gather shelter materials earlier.

"What do you know that you're not telling us?"

"What do you mean?"

"Reid don't play games with me! I know you think you're protecting us by not telling us why you think we won't be found soon. We're a jet of federal agents. Everyone should be looking for us."

Reid stared into a different direction.

"I think you know where we are. Hotch told me you did work for the military in your off time. He even tried to get you to work for them prior to the congressional hearing."

He took a breath. "I'll know for certain in twenty-eight days."

"Where?"

"Judging from the terrain, storm patterns, and our flight path, here is my best observation: If we are where I think we are, a military installation will fly over us. If they don't, we have a better chance of rescue."

"Okay. Thank you."

"Do you want to tell the team?"

"Wait another day. Allow for everyone to settle in a little more, and maybe find a source of real protein."

"That sounds reasonable."

"Spencer, I should have listened to you. I should have—"

"Emily, no. I'm not going to you blame for what happened. As I know you as well as I do, I know you're going to blame yourself more than I ever will."

"Reid, I'm sorry."

"Let's head back before the others start to really wonder what we're up to."

"Okay."

They walked back into the clearing.

"Are you going tell us what you to were discussing?" Alvez asked.

"Not right now," Prentiss said. "Let's try those weird little fruits that look like something from The Lorax."

"You just need to pluck the outer layer off," Reid said.

"More fruit, great," Rossi said. "The doc did tell me to cut back on the red meat."

Reid and Prentiss exchanged a look as the conversation played out. Twenty-eight days, before they'd have answers.