Reid's blood went cold. He cleared his throat. Lilly played with the hem of her blue shirt, nervously avoiding his gaze. Reid clenched his fists, and stood up.
"I-I have to go…" he murmured.
Lilly nodded and made a quiet squeaking noise. Reid paused, wondering what to do. Then he ran. He ran out the door, down the halls and past the BAU team.
"Kid?"
Instead of waiting to see what Morgan had to say he kept running, feeling some tears prick at the corner of his eyes. Lilly had to be wrong. Emilie was alive, she was there, he had spoken to her, hugged her, debated and laughed with her.
Reid found his car, slamming the door. He sat there for a moment, breathing in deeply. He searched for his keys, almost dropping them when he did find them. The squeal of his tires caused people to look over, but he didn't care and kept driving.
He flicked his radio on, turning the dial quickly. Just one radio station had to be talking about it…Emilie, Corey…They always were. People found Corey's life fascinating, and it wouldn't surprise him if they wrote a book about him.
Reid almost gave up when he heard, "Lately everyone's been talking about the Robinsons, am I right?"
Taking a deep breath, he turned up the radio and listened to the loud and noisy voice of the broadcaster. He was reading out the news.
"There has been uproar about the burial plans for young serial killer Corey Robinson. Some say it wasn't right for him to be buried alongside his parents and younger sister Emilie after he brutally murdered her in the family home…"
Reid almost crashed the car. It was impossible. Corey didn't kill Emilie. But then again…No one mentioned it…Morgan hadn't spoke of her at all because he didn't want to upset Reid. And Reid refused to listen to the radios and the newspapers.
It would explain why there was all that police tape in the house. Reid drove towards the hospital. The radio had to be wrong. They would tell him. Reid slammed the door of his car when he arrived at the hospital and ran to the reception's desk.
A woman with blonde hair tied in a bun looked up at him with startled brown eyes. She tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear and said, "How may I help you sir?"
"C-Can you tell me if there was an Emilie Robinson in here in the past few weeks?"
The nurse frowned, and Reid realised that he probably sounded insane Emilie was known all over America, and possibly further. He waited.
"Sir, Emilie Robinson was checked in here, but I'm afraid she had died by then. It's in the papers."
"N-N-No, that can't be right," Reid babbled, running a hand through his brown hair. The nurse looked a little frightened. Reid's phone started ringing.
"Uh, thanks for everything," Reid said as he ran back to his car.
"Hello?" Reid answered, when he had pulled out his phone.
"Kid, where are you? What happened? Lilly said you freaked out when she mentioned Emilie?"
Reid felt a little angry at Morgan for no real reason. "You never said she died," he said, his voice cracking. "You never told me Emilie died Morgan."
He heard Morgan take a deep breath. "Kid, I thought you knew about Emilie…We never spoke about it and-…"
"I-I have to see her Morgan," Reid said as he sat in his car, turning it on.
"Reid? What do you mean, where are you going?"
"To her house," he said, hanging up. He knew Morgan would freak out. But right now he didn't really care. All he needed was to see Emilie and ask her. She had to be alive. They got it all wrong! They probably just mixed her up with some other patient who died of the same wounds.
But Reid had an extremely high IQ. He was a genius in every sense of the word and knew that hospitals rarely got it wrong. In fact, he probably knew the statistics for it too. Reid gripped the steering wheel as he drove even faster towards the house, listening to the news report.
Corey was interesting in the eyes of the public. It was how he behaved, how he managed not to get caught. He was killing for over two years at least. Seven people, gone just like that. And Reid almost crashed the car yet again when he heard Corey's voice on the radio.
They had found a clip of him as a kid, talking about what he wanted to be when he was older. Reid managed a small chuckle at how thick Corey's accent was then. Corey had a Southern accent, but it wasn't as thick now. You had to listen really carefully to hear it now.
But in this clip, it was very heavy.
Some woman said, "Corey, what would you like to be?"
"Well I dunno. A fireman, maybe. Save someone's life. Or maybe some kinda job where I could bring Emilie with me."
The radio announcer butted in, saying "Corey sounded like an interesting kid."
They were having a debate about serial killers. Reid yelled in frustration. How could they put a clip like that on the radio for everyone to hear? Some people were really sick. Emilie probably had the same accent Corey had as a child, but Reid wondered why it wasn't so thick now. You can't hear it.
Reid jumped out of the car, slamming the door and running into the house. "Emilie!" he screamed, his eyes darting around the room.
She appeared in the doorway, and Reid felt his knees go weak. This was too real! It had to be her…She couldn't be in his head, she couldn't!
"Emilie…" he whispered.
He noticed she was wearing the large blue shirt that he'd seen before, with the black leggings and her hair in a bun again but said nothing.
"Hey Reid! I didn't know you were gonna come back here so soon!"
Reid's eyebrows knitted together. He couldn't figure out why she had this Southern accent all of a sudden. Before she sounded normal, like she had no accent. It didn't make any sense.
"Emilie, why are you talking like that? How are you alive?" he asked, frustrated. These accents made no sense to him!
"Talking like what? Reid, you're not making sense."
"Look, forget the accent," Reid start, storming over to her and gripping her shoulders. He brought her back, and they stood over the blood stains. He pointed at them while staring into Emilie's eyes.
"Emilie, why do they think you're alive? You're alive…Aren't you?" he stated.
Emilie stared right back, not blinking.
"Reid, I never said I was alive."
Relax, this isn't a weird "she's some kinda demon thing" story :D It'll all be explained, just be patient kids! :D haha.
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