Hey everyone, here is the next chapter for you all. I hope you all enjoy this chapter. This chapter explores just how much Reid wants to lock away his memories so he doesn't have to experience them. I promise you that I have lots of goodies in store for the next few chapters. I'm so happy you're all still enjoying this story and I love the reviews. This is a bit shorter than I wanted but my hands are starting to swell due to the problem I have with them, there'll be a longer chapter tomorrow. Enjoy and I look forward to hearing from you all.

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"That's your mom with the knife," Morgan said in disbelief. "What do you mean she tried to kill you?"

"Look at my arm and leg," Reid pointed at his younger self. Morgan looked down and noticed a dark red stain across the young Reid's leg and another cut soaking the white shirt from the sleeve. "This was one of the worst episodes that she ever had, she grabbed a knife and just came after me, she thought that I was just a spy and that her real son had gotten kidnapped. She wanted her real son back and she thought that the only way she could do that was to kill the imposter. She managed to cut my leg and arm before I ran into the closet to get away."

"Why haven't you ever told us about this, kid?"

"I didn't want the team knowing that my mother tried to stab me when I was younger. I love my mother and I don't blame her for anything that she did."

"I'm sorry that you didn't have a proper childhood."

"I don't want to stay here," Reid shook his head, he reached up and pulled the switch causing the entire closet to go dark again, his mother's screaming stopped and faded into silence. He turned the light back on and they both found themselves in a long corridor with doors lining it. "I don't where this is."

"Let's just keep moving, we need to start making a plan to trap this son of a bitch and take him down."

"That will not be an easy task," Reid said. "He's got a lot more power here than I do."

"The dream tea might have changed that," Morgan pointed out. "Garcia said that some cultures believe that the tea gives you more control in your own dreams."

"I hope so."

They both began to walk down the corridor, they stopped when they came to a metal door and heard muttering coming from behind it. Reid slid the metal bar across and pulled the door open, he felt his heart turn to ice as he took in the scene in front of him. "No."

Morgan looked into the room and found another version of Reid sitting in the corner, writing on the concrete walls with a black marker and muttering to himself, this version of Reid looked older, dishevelled and jittery compared to the real Reid. He looked at the writing on the wall and recognised the words. "Bob Dylan songs?" he muttered in confusion. "Kid, what is this?"

"It's not a memory, it's something I want to stay locked away for the rest of my life," Reid whispered. "This is what I fear I'll become if I ever succumb to schizophrenia. My mom used to fill notebook after notebook with Bob Dylan songs."

"I remember you telling me."

"I guess I imagine I'll end up doing the same thing, I'll just write the lyrics to the his songs on the walls and in notebooks repeatedly."

"No," the jittery version of Reid panicked as he looked at the wall. "No, it's wrong. How could I have made a mistake?"

He began to hit himself causing Morgan distress, he never knew that Reid thought this way. Reid pulled him out of the room and then slammed the metal door as the other version of himself began to scream inside the room, he pulled the metal across and made sure it was secure.

"Reid, are you okay?" Morgan asked.

"No, I know that we're just scratching the surface and I'm afraid of what I'm going to see. You're going to hate me by the time we leave this place."

"I'll never hate you. I just want to protect you and no matter what I see, I'll stay by your side. We have to keep moving but if he catches up, I'm ready to do everything I can to stop him."

"Thank you for being my friend, Morgan. I never had a best friend growing up," he smiled gently.

"You have one in here with you and you have five more in the real world."

Garcia checked on both her men and stroked her hand through Reid's hair. "Do you think they're okay?"

"They aren't showing signs of injury and they seem quite calm in their sleep," Rossi observed. "They're fine, Garcia."

"I hope so, I don't want them to get hurt," Garcia worried as she made sure they were comfortable.

"We can't help them where they are now," Hotch said. "They're on their own."

Reid and Morgan turned the corner and found three heavily padlocked, chained and fortified doors.

"What are these?" Morgan asked, he took a step forward but Reid stayed put.

"I'm not going near them," Reid shook his head. "Let's try another one."

He turned around and found all the doors had disappeared and only the three secured ones were left. "No, no, no, no, no."

"Reid, calm down."

"I don't want to go in those rooms. Morgan, you don't know what's behind those doors. I'm not even sure but I know they aren't good."

"I'll be with you the entire time."

"Even in death," a voice laughed from behind them. Reid turned around and looked to see the Dark Sandman, he ducked as a metal arrow came towards him. He heard a gunshot and heard the Dark Sandman as he yelled out in pain, he looked to his left and saw Morgan with a government issued firearm. The Sandman rushed around the corner and out of sight, Morgan chased after him but stopped when the man disappeared. Rising to his feet, Reid pointed at the gun.

"Where did you get that?" he demanded.

"I don't know," Morgan shrugged. "I watched you dodge the arrow and thought about how much I needed my gun, it just came into my hand. I hit him, he's wounded now but we need to move out of this corridor before he comes back. You need to pick a room."

Reid closed his eyes and knew he had no choice. He pointed to the middle door, as he pointed all the locks broke open and the chains fell away. Slowly, he opened the door and stepped through with Morgan at his side. Morgan closed the door and turned around, he stood still as he took in the horrific sight in front of him. "Reid, I'm so sorry."

Morgan watched his best friend walk towards the large pool of blood and fall to his knees in tears, Reid reached his hand out and touched the pale and cold skin of the only woman he had ever truly loved. "Maeve, I'm so sorry. I miss you so much," he cried as he touched her cheek.

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