Reid flung the door of his apartment open, happy to breath in the sweet smell of his own home, instead of the chemicals in the hospital. Morgan chuckled behind him, dragging in a small brown suitcase.

"You're sure you wanna come back to the team tomorrow kid?" Morgan asked, putting the suitcase next to the couch. Reid turned and smiled.

"Yeah, I'm sure. I do not want to stay here all day so bored. Did you know that a human can-," Reid babbled.

"Reid. Calm down. I get it, you've been bored, I don't need any facts."

"Sorry," Reid apologised, looking down at the floor and nervously playing with his fingers.

Morgan laughed. "You gonna be okay by yourself? 'Cause I can stay."

"I'm fine Morgan," Reid smiled. "Where are you going?"

"A date," Morgan replied, giving him a cheesy grin. "Bringing a girl for some lunch at one!"

"Try to remember this girl's name," Reid joked, chuckling.

Morgan rolled his eyes. "See you later kid. And remember, you can always call me, 'kay? Or you can drive to my house, your car's outside."

"Thanks," Reid mumbled. At least Morgan was used to his nervous ways. He'd always been that kind of unsocial guy. It was a nervous habit he just couldn't get rid of. He wished he could be as bold as Emilie seemed to be. For someone who was so devoted to Corey, she had a little bit of confidence herself.

Morgan gave a small nod and left. The soft click of the door didn't even register to Reid, and he prepared to go to Emilie's. He'd had been smart enough to find out where she lived from the files and records he'd read when he first woke up. She and Corey had been completely isolated.

Shaking the thought from his head, Reid picked up his bag that had some books and his keys. He waited for an extremely boring half-hour to make sure Morgan wouldn't come back. He brought his cell phone too, in case anyone called to check up on him.

It was eleven in the morning, he could be back by five or six. Walking down the hall, he noticed he got a few stares from some kids that lived in the apartment below him.

"Yeah, I heard that the guy's name was Corey and he was a psycho! So was his sister…They both killed people…" one girl whispered.

Reid's eyebrows knitted together, and he gritted his teeth. But he let it go. Firstly, they were only kids. They were just repeating what they'd heard adults saying. Secondly, Reid was just a shy and timid person.

He kept thinking about it, the whole way to Emilie's. Trying to take his mind of it, he flicked on the radio in the car and tapped his fingers on the wheel to some music he didn't even like. Reid was more of a classical guy sometimes, if you haven't noticed.

"Top News today; Corey Robinson the serial killer everyone has been talking about is due to be buried alongside his parents, and-…" the radio announcer read out.

Reid flicked off the radio. Corey was the serial killer everyone was talking about. Even the nurses spoke of him when they thought he was asleep.

"He wasn't bad looking!" one said.

"Maggie! That's disgusting, he's a cold-blooded killer!"

"Shame about the sister," she said sadly. "He was so cruel to her, poor kid. I mean I know he had a mental illness but that's not an excuse to beat a kid like her. He should've taken his tablets, maybe he could control himself then.

Reid wondered if Emilie asked him to take tablets. He doubted it, since he knew in his heart that Corey would've reacted bad. He would've gone crazy and told her that the government had a plan to destroy him and were using the pills as a way to get into his body.

Reid pulled up at the house, but didn't get out of the car. Instead, he just sat there and closed his eyes. This house wasn't a happy home. When he opened his eyes, he noticed it was raining.

Was he so distracted lately he didn't even notice the weather these days?

Shaking his head, he got out of the car and walked to the door. Knocking on it, he waited a few minutes. He was starting to worry about Emilie so he opened it himself and walked in.

The house felt empty, and Reid stared at deep blood stains on the wooden floor. The sound of footsteps echoed in the house, but Reid didn't move.

"Spencer?"

He finally tore his eyes away from the floor and smiled at Emilie. She grinned back, walking over and dragging him towards the couch.

"What do ya wanna watch?" she asked.

"I'd rather not watch TV," Reid murmured. Emilie cocked her head to the left before nodding.

"Alright Spence…I know you don't want to watch the news…" she murmured, putting down the remote control and crossing her legs. Reid mumbled an apology, awkwardly clasping his hands together and refusing to look Emilie in the eye.

"Reid…" Emilie murmured. "Why are you so nervous today?"

"I'm always nervous," Reid laughed. "It's a habit."

"No, you're never nervous around me anymore. Come on, tell me!"

"I….I feel guilty," Reid whispered.

"Guilty? Why would you feel guilty?" Emilie asked, her face scrunching up in confusion. Reid smiled a little at it. Emilie was too innocent, which was amazing considering her brother was 'Corey Robinson, the serial killer'.

"Because if I didn't force you to call JJ….I made Corey mad…" Reid mumbled, fidgeting like crazy.

"It's not your fault Reid," Emilie smiled, hugging him. "I never once blamed you. Corey just couldn't help himself is all."

She hugged him, and they stayed like that for a while. Until Reid eventually and reluctantly had to leave Emilie.

Alone, in that lonely house, isolated from the rest of the world.