A/N: Wow, prologue cliffie? Possible? I guess so, cuz it happened. Well, here it is. Chapter two being pitched at you.

Disclaimer: Sorry, not mine! No copywright infringment intended.

Previously: 'Click'

Reid woke in terror. Was he just shot in the head by Amanda? He reached up to his head, and sure enough, he was still alive. He was in his bed again. Darkness. Lonliness. The words Amanda used to describe him. The things she said to make it his fault made him feel guilt once more. His thoughts rushed... Nathan Harris... Tobias Hankel... Adam Jackson. They'd all been his fault. He should've seen it coming, but he didn't pay close attention to the signs. Hotch had told him it wasn't his fault. That it was just in his head. That it wasn't anymore his fault than anyone else's. His eyes were filled with tears as his thoughts drifted back to Adam. He had to save him. It was only thirty minutes to six, so he decided to give up on sleep, seeing as he tossed and turned all night, and get up and ready for work.

He managed to pull himself in a slow, sluggish type trance to the bathroom. He combed his hair down and looked in the mirror. A figure stood two feet from him. It was Adam. Not Amanda.

'Why couldn't you save me. You know what the signs are. Amanda's right.' Reid jumped and landed on the floor. He looked at the spot where he'd seen Adam, but there wasn't any evidence of his presence, so he stood up shakingly.

'It's just my head. It was a long, sad case, especially for me. Just my imagination.' He went back to his routine for the morning. He brushed his teeth and continued to get dressed. He really didn't want to tell Hotch he saw Adam. He didn't want him to be sent to a mental health facility like his mother, so he'd keep quiet, still thinking it was stress.

Reid had a hard time not thinking about the words Adam 'said' to him earlier. Even though he reassured himself from the beginning he'd just need to try to sleep more and the voices and images would stop talking to him. He found himself driving and heard, yet again, Adam. He wasn't anywhere to be seen, though. He almost hit a car, but made it alive. Adam was gone again. He didn't hear what he said. It was just a faint whisper... almost soothing. Reid was shaking by the time he got to the BAU.

Once he walked in, there were suspicous glances at him. He was being jumpy again, along with being so tired, he was going to snap on people easily, se he'd have to be extra cautious.

"Kid, you look like some thugs tried to throw you in a dumpster." Morgan joked. Reid gave him a cold-hearted glare as he got his coffee. "Okay... not in the mood. I get it." Morgan knew Reid well when not to mess with him, at least not until he got a cup of coffee in him. So he just backed off until Reid was in a more awake state. That's when Emily walked in.

"Reid, what happened to you? Are thugs trying to throw you in a dumpster again." Morgan swiftly turned around and gave her a pleading look to stop. Once Emily, too, got the cold glare, she knew exactly what he'd meant. "Oh, sorry." She smiled lightly. She sat right at her desk, not able to look Reid in the eye. The only time he'd given that glare to anyone on the team was when he was on drugs, but it was hard to see him going back to that. He didn't have a good reason to, so Emily just figured everyone, even geniuses, had stressful days.

Half through the day, everyone noticed Reid's jumpy behavior. After they'd scared him or what not, he'd give his now popular glare. It was worrying everyone.

Reid walked to the bathroom for the fourth time that day. In the bathroom, he looked in the mirror, hoping to find a good explanation for his hallucinations, but got nowhere. As he looked at his pale face, he recognized someone in the background.

"Spencer... you know I didn't deserve that. Then you steal from my corpse? I thought I was your friend." Tobias said with a sad face. Reid jumped. He thought he wouldn't have to see or HEAR, in that matter, from Tobias ever again. Once Reid regained his normal heart speed, the image and voice was gone. What was next? What else could happen? What would the team think? Reid thought as he hesitantly stepped into his doom room, which was the BAU. He got more glances from his colleagues. Probably from his constant shaking. He saw Hotch in front of his office door, motioning for him to come. Reid obeyed.

As he sat down in his superiors office, he now knew what the others were thinking. No. It couldn't be that they didn't trust him. He could tell them he wasn't doing it anymore, which was true, but he couldn't tell them the truth. That would automatically get him sent to live next to his mom. He so desperately didn't want that.

"I suppose you know why you're here? Why I need to talk to you." Reid nodded.

"Yes sir. Any may I say, it's not what you think. Really. You wouldn't understand." Reid tried, knowing it wouldn't help. Hotch took a seat at his desk and looked at Reid skeptically.

"Try me."

"I don't really think I should." Reid knew it was pointless to argue, but he had to try. His job was on the line.

"It's affecting your job and the ones you work with. When I ask you, you can either deal with the consequenses of why, or take that, and suspension for insubordination." Reid thought.

"It's just... Adam... wait. This morning, I saw him in the mirror, he talked to me. Then, I heard him in my car and nearly got me killed. Then, just a minute ago in the bathroom, I saw Tobias. I know I'm just hallucinating, but I don't want to get locked up like my mom." Hotch nodded once the news sat in.

"Why don't you go home while I think about this. Maybe you're just tired. Go home and try to sleep it off." Reid nodded.

Reid blushed. "It's kind of scaring me." Hotch smiled.

"Don't be. It's not real. It can't hurt you, but I'd be scared too if a dead person was following me." Hotch gave his rare smile.

"Thanks Hotch." He nodded. Hotch being sympathetic made Reid feel many times better. He always knew what to say to cheer someone up. Reid stood and left the office.

Once Reid got home, he went to his bathroom to check for signs of Tobias and/or Adam. He reassured himself that he was just being paranoid and he should just go to sleep and try to rest. He climbed in bed and closed his eyes. His mind dropped many stories and fell to the ground as he hit the point of sleep. Soon, he was sleeping, once again, restlessly.

"You don't have to do this."

"I'm just an instrument of God... Do you know what this is? It's God's will." Raphael announced as he put the cursing bullet into one of the six chambers. He spun it and pulled the trigger.

*click*

*Spin*

*Click*

*Spin*

*BANG*

Reid woke with a start. His bed was wet with sweat. His clothes, the same. His heart was beating twice its pace. Once he got the sleepiness out of his eyes, he decided to just lay there and give up on sleeping. All of this was stressing him out. He couldn't sleep, he was seeing things that weren't there. And God knows what else.

His mind was racing through the words of the old unsub as he was being tortured by playing a hideous game of Russian Roulette. Why did he remember these things right now. It wasn't exactly the best time of the year to be stressed out when there was only more to come in a few months. It was almost Christmas. He HAD to see his mom, but with his condition, it'd be like walking into a trap you know is there. The docs there find out you're seeing things will get you locked up with one phone call. He'd have to get his head together before the night where he'd see his mom.

He looked at the clock. Damn! He'd only been sleeping half an hour. He picked up the phone and pressed speed dial 'Hotch'.

On the other end of the line, Hotch picked up.

Reid explained what happened and Hotch agreed to be there with him in a few minutes. Reid felt embarassed. Having to have someone leave work to comfort him after a nightmare. What was he? Four? Certainly not acting his own age at the point. Hotch insisted on it, though, so it wasn't completely Reid.

A few minutes later, there was a knock.

'Hotch already?' Reid thought. He opened the door smiling faintly, but it dispersed once he noticed who it was.

"It's time for you to payback the pain you've caused." Reid couldn't wake up this time. His only hope was for Hotch to hurry and wake him up.

A/N: confusing a little? let's see if Reid was dreaming, shall we. I love where this story is heading. Any ideas feel free to tell. I do not care one bit about people taking my ideas or OCs. If you would like to see a specific story, feel free to request review or PM. I will try to fill all. Have fun my Genius Dr. Spencer Reid, lovin', puppy suckin, plot bunny writin, fellows. lolz.