AUTHOR SAYS: OMG sorry this took SO long to add on too…I should be flogged repeatedly.

--Halloween Night—

He had perused all the stuff Wrenfield had recorded and collected through his monster hunting quest. Reid sighed as he thought of everyone else having dinner, and being jovial. Most of Wrenfield's notes were gibberish that needed to be deciphered but there were some informative pictures, and scribbling. He wanted more data but Wrenfield was not going to supply anymore answers, and going to the girl's house was out of the question. There was only one last place to go, the morgue, perhaps there would be answers with in the results of the autopsy. He had time to look at the results before wheels up, he pulled out his phone and sent Morgan a message before he left.

There was a form under a white sheet lying prone for a few moments before it started to move. There was a loud echoing thud as her head impacted with a cold smooth metal surface.

"Oh my effing head." KJ growled along with some other choice swears.

This wasn't her first time coming to in a morgue draw, but it was a far cry better then waking up in a mass grave or some other less then favorable situation. Wrenfield the old souse had one thing right about her; she was not normal, but in no way what she a demon. Wrenfield was a sad, drunk, diseased, and dying man who let his guilt turn him into the monsters he was trying so hard to slay. His corpse was in one of the drawers, and there he could harm no one else. Now it was time to leave; wrapping the sheet around herself she kicked the drawer door.

Thump

A door vibrated, shaken by a point of impact.

Thump

Another beat, like a bass drum.

Thump, Thump.

Faster and faster like the chugging of a pump that had been restarted. It kept up, until there was a definite rhythm. At last there came a crash and a metal door swung open, a metal tray rolled out and stopped. She found some scrubs on a near by chair and a lab coat on a peg near by. She pulled on the clothes slowly since her whole body was a fire in pain. Nothing it seems was going her way tonight, she was in immense pain, bleeding, and on top of the pain she was starving. Sating her hunger would have to wait since her priority was getting out of the hospital. Her steps were very unsteady, and she stumbled a lot as she headed out the swinging door

Reid got to the hospital and rode the elevator down to the morgues basement, there was time to look at the M.E. report and then get to the airport, hopefully there was something more then peanuts waiting for him on the jet. Once out of the elevator his steps echoed crisply on the polished floor. He turned to push open and enter the morgue just in time for the doors to swing open and catch him in the hand and head. Reid staggered back until his back met the wall, his hand was throbbing and so was his brow.

"Oh um sorry." A voice said to him.

Reid looked up only to see a white and blue flash run down the hall away from him. It was a person in a lab coat that seemed to be in an awful hurry. Reid did not think much of it since he wasn't really hurt, just surprised. He shook his head and hand and headed into the morgue. There was an open draw, and a discarded sheet on the floor. Reid looked around for an attendant but no one seemed to be around at the moment. The only contrast to the white room bathed in fluorescence was a red gob on the swinging door. Reid took a sample and then went to find the M.E.