The silence echoed throughout the house.

Reid had sat, knowing that it was entirely his fault. He deserved to die, he deserved everything that happened to him in the first place. He was an awful person for getting someone like Emilie killed.

Then there was the sound of cars, of doors slamming, footsteps upstairs. The sound of people yelling. They sounded foreign to Reid, since he hadn't heard anyone but Corey and Emilie speaking for a while.

Something fell upstairs, a yell and then some voices coming closer to the basement door. It flung open, and Reid barely registered Morgan. Morgan grabbed Reid's face, forcing him to look at him.

"Kid? Reid, can you hear me?"

A light shone in Reid's eye, but he didn't react.

In his mind, he could just see Emilie. The fear she must have felt when Corey found her. He had seen the fear in her eyes when he had come into the basement.

Reid couldn't react. He felt complete guilt and it was weighing him down. If he had done something else to help Emilie, if he'd somehow just waited, Corey wouldn't of lost it and killed her.

"W-Where's Emilie? I want to see Emilie..," Reid murmured.

That's all he remember. Just guilt and darkness after that.

.*.*.*.

His eyes opened, the sound of beeping in his left ear.

No one was with him in the overly bright hospital room. Morgan had been there before, when he first woke up. Then JJ and Garcia. And Hotch and Prentiss. They all sat and spoke to him about whatever they liked, but Reid didn't speak.

He was sick of being in a bed. He was sick of feeling guilt and he was sick of missing Emilie. She had been the only person in his life for a long time that he could relate too.

Reid had asked about Emilie, and even Corey but Morgan told him that he had to relax, and that he'd find out soon. Reid really started to get annoyed, and even yelled at Garcia when she wouldn't tell him. Of course he regretted it immediately when he saw the look on her face. Reid had never yelled before, at least not like that.

"Sorry Reid," she squeaked, leaving before he could apologise. Reid sucked in some of his breath, and decided to try and stand. Garcia probably went to the bathroom.

They had a new case, something Morgan had been furious about. He wanted to stay with Reid and make sure he was okay after everything he'd been through. But then again, Reid had been here for over three weeks and was sure he could walk by himself.

Quietly, he formed a plan in his prodigy mind. There was a gift shop downstairs, and a canteen for nurses. They sold newspapers down there. Morgan had bought one and refused to show him because Emilie was on the front page.

He hadn't seen the writing when Morgan stuffed the paper into his bag, but he had seen the smiling picture of Emilie. She was holding a drink, and looking at the camera with a bright smile. Reid wondered if Corey had taken the photo.

Reid shuffled towards the elevator, following the signs. Some people had stared at him, and he wondered if he'd been in that newspaper too. He rolled his eyes when he remembered that he would be well-known because he'd been on the news everywhere.

How could he forget that? Some genius he turned out to be.

Reid waited for the elevator, and stepped in when it arrived. An elderly woman stood next to him, shaking and looking like she'd collapse if you poked her. It felt awkward. She probably knew him too, or had at least been gossiping with people on her ward about how strange it was that he had just vanished.

Reid gripped the handle bars in the elevator, and felt kind of cold and weak. He was wearing some old dressing gown that wasn't even his. It was a faded red, with three pockets. Two on his sides and one on his chest.

It felt itchy and scratched against his skin. He left the old lady staring after him in the elevator, following the signs that brought him to the cafeteria.

People walked past him. Some were visitors, some patients. He noticed a very depressed man at the corner of the café and felt bad for him, seeing as he looked like he was completely alone.

Reid walked over to the magazine rack, picking up three different newspapers that were the only free ones. He waited till he sat by himself at the other end of the cafeteria before he looked at it.

Emilie's face was all over it, and Reid felt tears in his eyes already. There was a picture of him and JJ in it too, with information to contact the police.

Emilie Robinson (24) from New York city grew up in a small orphanage. Ann Edwards has told our newspaper exclusively about her and her brother, Corey Robinson the serial killer.

"She was very cute, always laughing too. But her brother held her back, always worried she'd get hurt. He had a lot of nightmares. I was in the same dorm as he was, and he would wake up screaming. Then he just stopped sleeping. It really freaked me out, knowing he would just walk around the halls at night, like some kinda ghost."

Mr Robinson allegedly had an argument with his younger sister Emilie at a café, when he saw Dr Spencer Reid who had been watching from a distance…

How did they know that last part? At least Reid had known about Corey's insomnia. It didn't frighten him though. It was strange hearing him wander about upstairs or hearing him as he stood outside the basement door, thinking Reid was asleep probably. Reid had been suffering bouts of insomnia himself lately, since when he did sleep all he could see was Emilie. And he had enough guilt to last him a life time.

The depressed man he had seen earlier stared at him before getting up and leaving. Reid watched as he scuttled towards the front door and watched him lit up a cigarette. It seemed everything Reid saw, he thought about Emilie. What would she think about smoking? He guessed she wouldn't like it.

Did she hate him for getting her hurt? Reid wanted to know if she had died or not, but the papers were really dragging it out. Reid refused to just skim through it and find out himself because he wanted – no, needed to know everything about her. About Emilie.

Mr Robinson had previously been given pills to help both his insomnia and paranoid schizophrenia that started when he was thirteen. His insomnia has continued until he –

"Hi Reid."

I was going to make this a sob story but I think I want Corey and Emilie to live. Maybe I should make a poll, or you can leave a review telling me what you think. Go on, it'll only take a second darling. I know what I'd do if Emilie was to die, and it's all planned out but some of you want her to live. Oh well…We'll have to see what happens.

Btw, if you all want her to live and I want her to die I'll just choose what I feel like writing. ^_^

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