I'm not really positive what I'm going to do with this chapter yet. Let's see where it takes us. I'M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I HAD WRITER'S BLOCK AND COULDN'T THINK OF ANYTHING

CMCMCMCM(Prentiss)

I need to see him. He's not real until I see him, don't get your hopes up until you see him alive and breathing. God I wanted to believe that Reid was alive, but I couldn't let myself hope just to get stabbed. I had to wait.

"Emily, I need a drink and I'm willing to bet the rest of the team does too. You want to grab everyone and help me find a bar?" I consider for a moment, I don't want to drink tonight, but if I don't I might actually go crazy.

"Yeah, you find a bar and I'll call the guys." I say with no enthusiasm in my voice.

About a half an hour later the entire team, minus Reid, was gathered around a table. We all clung to our drinks, wishing that maybe they could fix everything. Like they could erase what happened in the past. Everyone was downing drinks as fast as they could. Within an hour everyone was slurring their words and no one was capable of driving. Except.. Hotch seemed to be surprisingly stable. Guy was a father, probably make sure we're all okay.

"Morgan, w-what the hell happened in there. One moment all good n stuff then the next is all like all changin' Yellin and shoutin." JJ was extremely wasted, we all were at this point. So nobody noticed her deaged talking. Everyone was just trying to take a load off.

"Man, I don't even know. S'like one minute we were havin a halfway normal conversation, then he loss his sanity or namaste or some shit. It was like watchin a wall just get smash into itty bitty wreckage. Y'know?" The words would have sounded silly at first, but each and every one was showing exactly how broken Spencer was. Each and every one putting together piece by piece of the puzzle.

"M'sorry you had to face 'im like that, know it muss be hard cause you like.. love him an' all." JJ's words seemed snake like. Slithering out of her mouth, connected. Any concept of boundaries had long since been demolished.

Did she just imply that we know? Like we all know that we know but did she just tell Morgan we knew? Everyone had known since about week 3 of Reid's arrival, I had picked up on it early into my first month as a profiler as well. Spencer Reid and Derek Morgan were both madly in love with each other. They both thought the other just saw them as a friend, but it was always more than that. Everyone had just kept their mouth shut as to not get yelled at by Morgan or Questioned by Reid.

"What did you just say?" Just like that, the drunken haze pulled back from Derek Morgan's mind.

CMCMCMCMCM(Hotch)

Dragging a struggling Morgan by the collar of his shirt I dragged him out towards the taxi I had called. He was whining, not bothering to be subtle about the fact that he was not done drinking yet.

"Drowning your sorrows won't kill them Morgan, come on, you know that." I tugged him by his shirt again, pushing him into the taxi.

"Hotch, he's been missin for sooo long. How do I.. How's he gonna know? I mean how could he. He couldn't. No, no he couldn't. But it's just me now, n' jus me sucks. I hate it. I hate this." Morgan is tripping over the words like a child who just learned to speak. This hurts everyone, but.. How do I tell him? I mean he has to know. He couldn't be that blind. Or maybe he could. Love IS blind, well, at least in this case.

"He, uh. He… You know." Dammit Aaron spit it out. No time for awkwardness. "He loves you, and you love him. You two, you'll pull through. I know you will. If anyone can do this it's that damn genius we both love. You know that, I know that." The words are supposed to be for Morgan.

I give him one last push into the taxi and he, unwillingly, sits down. As he closes the door, I swear I can hear him singing.

CMCMCMCM(Reid)

It's about ten thirteen with twelve seconds until the next minute, the sun is almost halfway in the sky and I am sitting in my bed. One of the pretty ladies is walking towards me. Her name tag says Ashley, but people lie about a lot of things. What's a name to someone in a world of sleepless nights and empty promises? My name isn't even right. That other boy was Reid, I'm not good enough for that name. Of course you're not good enough you freak. You're nothing, no one, an it. You are property to be used as anyone wants to use you! You deserved it, all of it. Good for nothing loser.

"Hi sweetheart, I'm just going to check you out, okay?" I nod warily. She tries to do things quickly, replacing a bandage here, cleaning a wound there. All in all it takes about ten minutes. She looks up at my hair, I know it is uneven. Could it be that bad that people stare? Oh what do you care if they stare. You've felt a lot worse than a few odd glances.

"You know, I could fix your hair… If you'd like." Oh pretty lady, I would like. You seem so kind and is it possible that there are still kind people? For once, the bad voices are quiet. Maybe this is a good thing. I nod again, head staring at my hands. She leaves the room, but returns in a short moment with scissors.

The experience is lovely, another human's hands in my skin. Not in a form of violence. Calming. She cuts my hair and washes it before toweling it dry. When it's done she shows me in a mirror.

"It's wonderful, thank you Ashley." My hair is still floppy, about three or four inches. I love it.

"Don't thank me sweetie. Thank master." She takes the scissors and stabs them into my gut.

CMCMCMCM(Garcia)

I wake up to a phone ringing.

"Oh my god! Why, who hates me so much to do this to me, who? I demand to know!" The hangover is burning in my brain as I pick up the phone. The woman on the other end sounds terrified.

"Miss, we've uh.. Had a situation down at the hospital. We're going to need someone down here right away."

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hahahahahaha I made you wait all this time for this. I know, I know, I'm evil. But evil is my specialty, sorry guys.