Reid stormed down the hallway, his brain flying through so much at once that even he was having trouble keeping up with it all. He heard someone come out of the conference room behind him, but he kept walking, ignoring whoever it was that was shouting his name. In that moment he was furious at his entire team, and it didn't matter who it was. None of them believed in JJ.

As he rounded the corner into the Bullpen, he felt a hand grab onto his shoulder, but he shrugged it off and muttered, "Go away." As he reached his desk he snatched up his bag, and turned towards the glass doors leading out to the elevator. But the seconds pause it took him to grab his bag was enough for his pursuer to catch him. Who ever it was grabbed both of his arms and whirled him around to face them, and Reid got his answer to who chased after him.

He was face to face with Morgan.

"What?" Reid snapped at him, staring defiantly off behind him.

"Kid, what's going on?" Morgan asked him. "You know we don't want her to have made this all up. But it's plausible that it could have happened." Reid saw a hint of emotion glint in his eyes. Sadness? Hurt? He wasn't sure.

"You," Reid spluttered. "You don't honestly think this is plausible?"

"It can happen to anyone," Morgan said gently.

Reid fixed Morgan with the fiercest glare he could muster. "Not JJ," he said firmly.

"Reid," Morgan said, his tone of voice almost pleading for him to calm down. But it just infuriated him all the more.

"JJ isn't having a psychotic break," Reid said. "I'm positive. I have a background in mental illness. I know what it looks like. I know the symptoms, the warning signs. And I've been spending way more time with her than any of you."

"What do you-" Morgan started, before being cut off.

"After Prentiss went into protective custody and we thought she was dead. I went to JJ's house so often, probably three fourth of the nights we were here. And in the aftermath of Will and Henry, I convinced her to stop by at my apartment if she ever needed anyone. And she definitely needed someone then. We comforted each other, and we made it a routine to hang out and talk. At least once a week, we still get together. So I'm going to take the gamble and say that I know her better than the rest of you. And I know she was fine," Reid ground out through clenched teeth. Morgan was looking completely shocked and bewildered. Reid took the opportunity to shrug his hands off his shoulders and began walking away.

"I'm taking a break, I'll be back later," he called over his shoulder as he strode out of the Bullpen. He stormed down the four flights of stairs and out to his car, throwing his bag in the passenger's seat as he got in. He started the car and shot out of the parking lot, perhaps going a little bit faster than was necessary.

He drove around for a while with no real idea of where he was going or where he was, just attempting to control his temper. He suddenly found himself turning into the parking lot of his favorite coffee shop, and decided that he would park and get something to drink, and it would hopefully help him calm down.

As he stepped in, he noticed that the line was thankfully very short. There was only one elderly gentleman in front of him, and Reid stepped in line behind him. He allowed him mind to drift a bit, and it landed on the last time JJ had dropped by his apartment the week before. He smiled as he remembered it.

Reid looked over at JJ, who was sitting on the other end of the couch. They were watching a movie, one that she had brought and insisted they watch. It wasn't really his taste, he had never really enjoyed romantic comedies as much as others, but he had agreed to watch it because he knew it would make her happy.

She was laughing at some predicament that the main character had come into, and he laughed along with her, only because it was so good to see he laugh. It had been a rough few years for her, adjusting to life without her family, but he could tell that she was finally beginning to live her life again. A few years ago, she never laughed or smiled and was close to tears. Now she had a boyfriend, and she was sitting his apartment laughing at some stupid movie with him.

He reached over to the little table next to the couch and grabbed the remote, pressing the pause button. JJ blinked and looked over at him. She realized he was holding the remote and asked, "Spence, why'd you pause it?" She still had a grin on her face.

"Because I wanted to talk about something," he replied.

"Okay," she said, turning her body so that she was facing him. "Shoot."

"Reid turned himself towards her a bit too, and he took a deep breath and said, "You're happy."

He saw that he had confused her a bit, as her eyes narrowed a bit and her forehead crinkled up slightly. He laughed. "You're happy," he said again. "You're smiling and laughing at this trivial movie."

"Oh..." she said, nodding her head a bit. "Yeah, I suppose I am happy. But why...?"

"Because I'm just thinking about the last few years. How bad they were for you. And now, here you are, laughing and happy. It's good to see," Reid said, smiling at her.

"Aw. Thanks Spence," she said, scooting over and giving him a sort of half hug. "I guess things are getting better. I'm allowing myself to move on a little."

"Good," Reid said, hugging her back. She grabbed the remote from his hand playfully and pressed the play button, snuggling down next to him. He smiled again. Things are getting better.

He was broken out of his memory by the snotty teenage cashier asking him for his order. He quickly gave it to her and paid, stepping over to the counter to pick it up, next to the guy who had been in front of him, where his thoughts turned to where JJ was now. Probably locked up in some hospital room somewhere. That thought made his temper flare up again, and he crushed the one dollar bill that was still in his hand. He sighed in frustration.

"You seem very angry about something," said a voice to his right. Reid's head swiveled over towards over towards, it seeing the man next to him looking his way. He quickly did a little visual profile. Elderly looking. White hair, blue eyes, gold framed glasses. Wearing a wedding ring and comfortable loafers. Seemingly trustworthy, though Reid knew better than to ever assume that someone was trustworthy based on looks.

"It's nothing, just some trouble at my work," Reid said evasively.

"I'm sorry to hear that," the man said kindly. "Where do you work?"

"The FBI," Reid said firmly, staring over determinedly. This guy was starting to get on his nerves a bit, the aura he was giving off was freaking him out just a bit. But he just brushed it off as paranoia. He was stressed out right at that moment.

"Oh, wow!" the man said. "That's really cool. What is it, trouble with a case you've got to work on or something?"

Reid let out a small derisive laugh. "You could say that," he muttered as his coffee cup appeared on the counter in front of him. He snatched it up and took a deep breath, inhaling the familiar and comforting scent.

"This may be a strange request of someone you just met, but would you like to sit and talk a bit? I've been told I'm a good listener," the man said.

Reid stared at him for just a moment. It was a strange request, one that a few his FBI instincts denied immediately. He didn't even know this guy's name.

"Sorry, um, what did you say your name was?" he asked.

"Oh, pardon my manners!" the man said immediately. "I'm Doug." Reid shook his out-stretched hand a bit apprehensively.

"Well, I'm sorry Doug, but I really have to be getting back to work. I'm on break right now," Reid said, giving himself an iron clad excuse.

"Oh, that's a shame. But I suppose there's no avoiding work, is there?" Doug said. Reid just smiled in response. "It's good to have met you anyhow, Spencer."

"Good to meet you too," Reid said as he stepped away from the counter and out the door. He hopped back into his car, now with a little plan in his head. He just needed Garcia's help,and he knew she would agree to help him. He was so pleased and excited about having a plan that he was a block away from the coffee shop before he realized that he had never introduced himself to Doug.

Yet Doug had called him by his first name.