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Reid sat on his bed, this was it. This was his moment of no return. It had been two months since he had found out that Jason Mordo and the two other men would not pay for what they did to him. He had barely spoken to the team since they had returned to Quantico. He'd been released from the hospital three weeks after waking up. He had taken the jet back with the rest of the team but had refused to accept their help. He couldn't face them. They had seen the attack. Heard his cries for it to stop. They had done nothing. He remembered Prentiss and Doyle. The team had broken rules then for her. Why not for him? His arm was out of the cast, he could speak again but a horrible scar marred his throat. His body still had faint brusing. Every time he saw the scar, it brought his mind back to the moment in the van. He didn't even remember being thrown out of the van.
He rose from the bed quickly and grabbed a nearby large duffel bag. He grabbed some clothing and placed it in the bag. He wanted to go somewhere and start again. He couldn't go back to the BAU. Not after this. He made sure to pack the items that were most sentimental to him. Items his mother had given to him and things that he didn't want to leave behind. He didn't care about anything else. All the books that filled his apartment, he knew word by word. He had made arrangements for his mother's care. Everything he had in his savings account, the money he was saving to buy a house one day, he had put into another account. His mother's care would get paid from that account. He had even sold his car to add to it. He packed away the last of the items and checked that he had everything he thought that he would need. He had two thousand dollars to leave with. He stopped when he realised that there was one book that he needed to take with him. He walked to the bookshelf and took one book from it. The Narrative of John Smith, the book that Maeve had given to him. He walked back to the bag and put the book inside. He took out his gun, his credentials, his cellphone, his wallet and a letter to the team. He put them on the table, knowing that they would come looking for him. He couldn't help but now understand why Gideon left this way. Except this time, he didn't feel bad for leaving the team. He couldn't stop the anger at them.
There was only once person that he found it hard to be angry. That was Garcia. She had left baskets outside his apartment again. She had also left teddy bears and knitted scarfs. He was taking one of the scarfs with him. There was another letter in the envelope just for her.
He zipped up the duffel and slung it over his shoulder. He had promised himself that he would keep sending letters to his mother. He just had to make sure he didn't let the team know where he was. Taking one last look at the apartment, he knew there was no turning back. He left the apartment and walked all the way to the bus station. He brought a ticket to somewhere far away with cash and got onto the coach. He placed the duffel above him in the storage area before he sat down. He watched as the bus began to go through the city. He needed to go somewhere new. The past haunted him too much and he couldn't face walking back into the BAU and being an agent again. That part of him had gotten ripped away.
Goodbye... he thought.
Morgan and Hotch made their way to Reid's apartment. They needed to speak to him. He had ignored them since returning to Quantico. Morgan knocked on the door and waited. Hotch looked around.
"At least he brought in the baskets and gifts that Garcia dropped down for him," Hotch sighed.
Morgan knocked the door again, harder. "Reid, open the door!"
They didn't hear anything, they began to worry. Hotch brought out his keys and brought out Reid's spare key. He slid it into the lock and unlocked the door. Morgan charged in and made his way to the bedroom and bathroom. Hotch walked in and immediately noticed Reid's credentials, gun, phone and wallet on the table. There was an envelope next to everything. He walked forward and took the envelope into his hand. He ripped open the envelope and noticed another envelope. For Garcia, written on the front. Morgan came into the room and went to his side.
"Hotch, what is it?"
Hotch didn't say anything, he just started reading the letter.
To everyone,
I cannot be the man who I once was. Every night, I lay in bed. All I feel is Jason's weight on my hips. I wake up screaming and I can't stop the fear engulfing my heart. Do you know why? I can't stop the fear because I know the man who hurt me is still out there. I leave my gun and my credentials. I am resigning as an agent to the FBI. Don't try to find me. I don't want to be found. There is a letter for Garcia. Please give it to her. It's for her eyes only. Leave my mother alone and don't use her to find me. I've had made arrangement for her care.
I will always love my godson and I want you to tell him that I'm sorry. Just make sure that he knows I will always love him.
I can't walk into the BAU and pretend I will ever be okay again. I won't apologise for leaving. I feel like you all failed me. You let the man who raped me walk away.
Goodbye to you all,
Spencer
"He left," Hotch said in shock.
"No," Morgan shook his head. "He wouldn't leave like this. This is the same way Gideon left. We have to find him!"
"Morgan, Reid knows everything about us. He knows just about every way a person can get found. If he doesn't want to get found, we won't find him."
Garcia sat in her office, the letter in her hands shaking. She cried as she read it. The rest of the team was in shock at Reid's departure. She had already tried to find him but she couldn't. She looked back to the letter.
Garcia,
I feel like you are the one person I can't get angry at. You found them for Agent Grant and you found the mole in the unit. I want you to know that I'll be okay. I don't want you to try to find me. I wanted to ask you something. I don't want the others to see my mother and please don't let them use her to try to find me. I wanted to ask if you would visit my mother time to time. You're so full of good and she would love you. I don't want her alone. I need to do this. If I want to survive, this is the only way.
Love you, Garcia.
From Baby Boy.
Garcia put the note down and began to cry.
One year later
Henry watched as his mommy signed for a blue package. She knelt next to him and they both stared at the package that had his name on. It was his birthday and he hoped it was a present. Mommy stood next to him and watched as he ripped the paper away. He screamed with joy as he looked at all the small cars, colouring books and paints. He loved little cars and he loved to draw. There was so much.
He watched as his mommy picked up and the card and put her hand to her mouth.
"Who is it from, mommy?"
She gave the card to him. He grinned as he read the card.
Happy Birthday,
Love from, Uncle Spencer.
One year later
Morgan raced after the suspect he was chasing across the roofs of the buildings. The team wasn't too far behind him. They had been tracking a professional team of criminals. They had only identified one member as Tom Jensen and he was now chasing him. He stopped and took a shot at Tom. Tom fell to the ground as the bullet grazed his thigh. Morgan made the last jump and kept his gun trained on the blonde haired man.
"Don't you move," Morgan growled.
Tom let out a small smirk. Morgan froze as he felt the cold steel of a gun at the back of his head. "Put the gun down, Morgan."
Morgan felt cold run through his veins. The voice. It couldn't be. Morgan obeyed and put down the gun before turning around. He came face to face with the man that he loved as a little brother. The man who was now pointing a gun in his face. "Reid!" he gasped in shock.
Reid looked different. His hair was short, he had gained muscle and had another gun strapped to his leg. He had a leather fitted jacket on and fitted jeans.
"You okay?" Reid called to Tom.
"Yeah," Tom said before getting to his feet. "Bastard just grazed me."
"Reid, put the gun down," Morgan said as he held his hands up. "This guy has done some bad things."
"And you assume I haven't?" Reid smirked before walking to Tom's side, keeping the gun trained on Morgan. He turned to Tom. "I told you that we had someone on our tail."
"This the same Morgan who let you down?" Tom asked.
"Yeah," Reid nodded. "Him and his whole team. Nice to see you again, Morgan."
"You're helping them," Morgan said in disbelief. "Reid, this isn't you."
"Who am I then?" Reid said angrily. "You don't know me anymore. I have a new family now. One that did something that you never could."
"What are you talking about?" Morgan said.
Tom smiled. "Jason Mordo, Jerry Gronson and Dennis Grover. Sound familiar, Agent Morgan. We did something you should have done."
"They killed them," Reid smiled. "I got to watch my rapist and his goons get killed. I slept better each day after that. They helped me, you did nothing more than let me down. Being good never got me anywhere. All it got me was bad nightmares and a fucked up life. Being bad, you should see the wonders."
Tom hobbled to the edge of the roof as he saw blue and red lights. "Spencer, we have to go."
"Reid, please. This is not you. If you walk now, I can't help you. What happened to you?"
"I found a family," Reid smirked. Morgan fell to the ground as Reid pulled the gun trigger twice and shot him in his vest. He laid on the ground as pain filled his chest and abdomen. Reid came above him and pressed down and where he had just been shot. Morgan knew that his vest had saved him but the pressure still hurt. "That's my one and only warning, Agent Morgan. Next time, I'll kill you."
Reid disappeared from his view. A few seconds later the roof to the door opened. Hotch and Blake rushed over to him.
"Morgan, are you okay?" Blake asked as she began to remove the vest.
"Reid," Morgan gasped. "He was here."
"What?!" Hotch said loudly.
"Hotch, he's one of them. He's the one that shot me."
A few hours later
Reid finished stitching up the deep graze to Tom's leg. He tied off the stitch and dabbed antiseptic on it. Tom hissed as the antiseptic leaked into his wound.
"Stop being such a baby," Reid shook his head as he grabbed a bandage and wrapped the graze. He looked to the door as Jake and Dante walked into the room. He finished the bandage before he got up. "We got a problem."
"I heard," Dante said. "Your old team is tracking us. I don't care. We've been tracked by better and they couldn't find us. We have one last job and then we can have some well deserved time off. We have a forty million dollar hit to make. Spencer, you ready to make ten million."
"You know I don't do any of this for the money," Reid said. "I owe you all everything and you did teach me some new tricks."
"Oh, I think Spencer is getting all soft," Jake laughed.
"I kicked your ass once Jake. Don't make me come over there and do it again," Reid pointed his finger. "Okay, so I got schematics we need. The place is also filled with the latest surveillance. We also have guards patrolling the area. Including two canine units on the outside."
"You seem eager for this job," Tom said as he came over to the table.
"This is personal," Reid said stoically. "The forty million that we are about to take belongs to the bastard who hired Jason and his team. I'm not able to get to him but I can hurt him in other ways."
"What about your old team?" Jake asked. "They going to cause us any problems."
"If we do our job properly, they shouldn't get in the way.
"Penelope Garcia just landed here," Dante said. "I remember what you told me about her."
"I'll pay her visit," Reid shrugged. "She's about the only person I don't hate on that team."
Garcia walked to her hotel room. Morgan was being kept in hospital for observation, against his wishes. She couldn't believe that Reid had shot him. It didn't sound like her Reid. She slid the card into the door and heard it open. She walked in and made her way to the bed.
"Hello, Garcia."
She whipped around and stumbled backwards at the sight of Reid. "Oh my god!"
She felt scared. Morgan had told her how Reid had been on the roof. She grabbed her cellphone from her pocket and tried to run to bathroom. Reid caught and took the cellphone from her hand. He sensed that she wanted to call out and put his hand over her mouth.
"Penelope!" he said in a straight tone. "I am not here to hurt you. I'm here to talk to you. I need you not to scream or panic. I do not want to restrain you."
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