Chapter 3: Dead/Alive/Deader/Aliver

"This is bazar." Morgan hung on the phone, he hung up on reaction.

"Who am I?" Reid looked at Morgan, was this some joke being played on him. She had to be kidding. Of course she knew Reid. She had to know Reid. Tall, strangely hair, 187 IQ, eidetic memory, reads faster than the flash can run Reid...This weird cannot get weirder.

"She didn't respond to you."

Maddy exited the office at that moment.

"What? What do you mean Morgan?" Morgan approached Maddy. She clutched her purse out of fear.

"Agent."

"Maddy. I need to ask you something."

"What are you going to ask her Morgan, if she can see me?" Reid motioned right next to him. "I'm right in front of her!"

"Ask away sir."

"Wait-" Reid stammered. He pushed the loose strands of hair away from his face.

"Is there a man standing next to me." At that moment face to palm for Reid.

"Morgan- of course-"

"To speak from experience Agent, when you're in my line of work, you sometimes start to see the unexplainable, hear it, feel it. Thankfully, I don't see it. But when we were in the office earlier, I saw a chair move slightly. Maybe the victim you're actually looking for is following you."

"What-No-I-" No proper sentences could escape from the young Doctor's mouth. He reviewed himself: "She is not saying-"

"So, no, I cannot see anyone next to you." With that she continued to her car and wave politely before driving off.

Morgan once again found himself on the payment sprawled out. He decided to lay on the ground and look up at the stars for a moment.

"Morgan-She can't be- Morgan-" Reid began to pace, trying to find some explanation for what was happening. Then he stopped and starred down at his colleague. "Am I dead?"

"Apparently pretty boy, you haven't even existed."

"Hey-"

"No, Garcia had no idea who you were."

"There is no possible explanation for this, Morgan. It has to be a dream. This alternate reality has to be something your mind has thought up."

"How do you supposed I get back to the other reality?" The once chicago PD officer asked his new friend, Spender, the friendly ghost.

"What do you mean I? This is a 'we' moment Morgan!"

"How do we get back to our other reality Reid."

"Have we actually stumbled across an alternate reality?"

"Not just any alternate reality Reid, one where you don't exist, but still feel the need to haunt me."

"We need the team." He sat himself down on the ground next to Derek. He stretched his arms before him and the then began to notice the slight light emitting from them.

"How can the team help us?"

"There has to be a reason for this. Maybe this is a mission Morgan. What did Garcia say?"

"Rough case in Vegas."

Reid stopped in his tracks. Vegas? Was this all really happening. Was he really just a wandering spirit? Was the team really in Vegas, working on a case? Maybe this case had something to do with him. Maybe it would help.

"This has to be a dream."

Pinch. "That tickles Reid." Morgan stopped. "For being a spirit you have a good hold on being able to touch and move things. Did you watch 'Ghost' as a child?"

"Ghost?"

"Patrick Swayze? Demi Moore? He's murdered, and has to help solve the mystery of his murder before he can go up to heaven." He took a deep breath, exhaling it into the fall winds. "Looks like I need to find my Whoopi Goldberg."

A while later, the human Morgan and the spirit Reid found themselves at the Philadelphia International Airport preparing to depart on a direct flight to Vegas where the rest of the team would be waiting for Morgan. He wondered since Penelope seemed mostly the same if the rest of the team was as well. Was it still the team he was to expect? He wondered without the existence of Reid how certain cases had panned out. Did Owen Savage die? What happened to Benjamin Cyrus, and that ranch? Was JJ still with Will and did they have Henry? Did Hotch smile more in this universe?

The seat was uncommonly comfortable for some reason. Across from him Reid sat silently.

"Hungry?"

"Surprisingly, the spiritual version of me stuck in limbo has no hunger."

"Right…"

"You should probably not talk to the ghost directly in front of you. You'll draw attention to yourself."

"Well, I can't just sit here and pretend you don't exist." Bringing a hand to his head, he felt there was no real way to comfort Reid, not publicly anyway.

"To look sane you may have to for a little bit."

"Now Boarding Philadelphia to Las Vegas, boarding sections A-F"

"That's us" - Morgan stood up. "You coming." Reid looked at him with childlike eyes, looking defeated. "Come on Reid, you're already on this 'other side' so let's figure out why you get to haunt me."