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Morgan walked into the barn, gun drawn and wary of any threat. He knew Prentiss wasn't far, he could see her flashlight beam in his peripheral vision. His own light fell upon three dogs, all on the ground with bullet holes in their bodies. He grimaced and turned quickly turned when he heard a rustling to his right. JJ popped up from behind a barrel of hay

"FBI!" She shouted, pointing her weapon, her hands shaking. Her eyes were wide and glassy, and Morgan could tell she was in shock, he was sure Prentiss could too. After a bit more shouting, JJ seemed to recognize them. No longer on the defensive, she let her gaze fall on the dead dogs. "I had no choice," She whispered. Prentiss approached her slowly.

"We know, Jayje." Prentiss soothed.

"Th-they just tore her apart. There's nothing even left." She informed them, still staring.

"JJ," Morgan waited until he had her attention. "Where's Reid?" He asked.

"Oh, uh, we split up, he went around back." Morgan cursed quietly and ran out of the barn. He came back a few minutes later, JJ was sitting in the back of an ambulance. He pulled Prentiss aside slightly.

"I couldn't find Reid, there are signs that someone was dragged," Morgan told her lowly, but JJ had an inkling of what they were talking about.

"You can't find Reid?"

…

"You know they have hotels in Georgia?" Garcia asked as she and Gideon got out of the SUV.

"Think of the house as a witness. If it could talk, what would it tell us?" Hotch asked as he stepped over the threshold. She paused.

"It'd probably tell us to get the hell out," She muttered before following her boss.

…

Lila paced around her room, phone pressed to her ear and hearing an automated voice message for what must have been the billionth time. She threw it against the wall, harder than she had intended.

"Screw this," She growled, grabbing her already packed suitcase. There was no way in heaven, hell, or purgatory she was going to sit passively by after what she had just seen.

She was watching Friends reruns when she felt it. One minute she was sitting on her couch, the next she was standing in a cornfield watching a man talk to himself. Once she was there, she felt herself weakening, like something was fighting her presence. She knew she had to stay once she saw Reid on the ground in front of the man. There was nothing she could do as he stalked forward and hit Reid in the head with a shovel, effectively knocking him out cold. She flickered, whatever was fighting her finally winning out, and her consciousness was back in her body. Despite the warm temperature in her room, she felt cold.

She stepped out into the chilly night air, not looking forward to the near-freezing temperatures in Rural Georgia.

…

Reid stared blearily at the bare lightbulb swinging above him, wondering why he was sitting in a wooden chair and not in a bed. Then it hit him, everything that had happened at the Hankel farm, his confrontation with Tobias himself. He tried to move his hands to his aching head, only to find that he couldn't. He looked down to see his hands cuffed together to the old wooden chair he was sitting on. A putrid smell invaded his nostrils and he gagged. He looked behind him to see Tobias standing there.

"They're gone." He said in a monotone voice, and Reid assumed that this wasn't 'Tobias'.

"Who?" He asked, his voice cracking slightly from disuse. He couldn't tell which personality this was without his power, so he would have to wing it.

"It's just us now," He said in lieu of answering Reid's question. He figured that this was Raphael, but decided it was better safe than sorry.

"Who are you?" He asked.

"I am Raphael," He said, turning back to whatever he was burning on the wood stove.

"What's that smell?" Reid scrunched up his nose.

"Burning fish hearts and livers. It keeps the devil out and evil away." He answered stoically. Reid reached out to try and gauge the feel of this personality, and… he couldn't. Right, nullifier, and he definitely had a concussion. Reid took a deep breath to keep the panic down. He knew that his greatest asset was his mind, but even that wasn't working at 100% right now, and he couldn't help but think that he was screwed.