A/N: This chapter takes place right after the last one. This was a major pain to write. I liked the idea when I had it in my head. Then I started to write it... Anyways, try to enjoy it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds, CBS does! I do own Cameron Mansfield.

Reid pulled back from her, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I'm fine, but I could use your help with something." She paused for a few seconds, "After Connor's funeral I left my home in Brooklyn and went to California to stay with Liam because I had to get away from it all. I haven't been back since but I asked my friend Adam to sell it for me. Houses go fast in New York and now I have to be out of there by Monday."

"You want me to help you move out of your old house?" He asked slightly confused. "I'm not exactly the muscle you need for moving boxes."

Cameron bit her lip, "It's not that. I just don't think… I can't do it by myself."

He mentally smacked himself for the muscle comment,"I'll come with you." He responded quickly, reaching out and giving her shoulder a squeeze. "You'll get through this."

"I guess its time... I'm going back."

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Reid and Cameron stood in silence in front of an old brick house in Brooklyn. He wasn't sure how long they should be standing out in the cold. "Cameron, do you want to— uh… go inside?"

Cameron continued to stare at the house from her spot on the driveway. Her feet felt cemented to the ground.

"Aren't you getting cold?" He asked with notable concern. But Cameron didn't show a hint of responsiveness.

Reid jammed his hands into his pockets, someone had to take control of the situation and Cameron didn't seem in any shape to do it. He gently grabbed her arm and slipped the keys out of her bag. He unlocked the door and looked to her, "You gonna be okay?"

Cameron felt her stomach drop, I can do this, I can do this, I am going to be okay. She nodded quickly.

Inside the house was just as she'd left it, the walls were covered with photos and finger paintings. She took a deep breath, God, it even smells the same. She walked through the lower level of the house, not really taking in anything she saw. Reid observed her movements, stiff and anxious, and her glazed-over eyes. Her feet moved quietly across the floor and she started heading upstairs. Reid followed her anxiously, all the while remaining silent. She stopped outside of the door to her son's room, just staring blankly into it. He didn't interrupt her for nearly 30 minutes while she just stood there staring. She was physically exhausted from all of this.

He was starting to get concerned, "Cameron…"

"I'm going in. I can do it, I can go in… I just need a minute." Her face was white as a sheet and her eyes were showing hints of panic.

Reid stood beside her, "How does it feel?"

Cameron came to a little, "It's killing me."

"I think that sounds about right." Reid stated, garnering a strange look from Cameron. "It's like what happened with me. You told me that I was going to be okay and I started to get better when I was feeling the worst of all. The fact that you're hurting now, it means you're healing." Then Reid did something that made sense to him and took the first step into the room and Cameron instinctually followed him. She closed her eyes, if she tried hard enough she could thought she could feel him in there with her,

"It looks like he liked hearing bedtime stories." Reid pointed out quietly.

Cameron nodded and walked over to his bed and picked a book up off the floor.

"Which one is that?" Reid asked from behind her. She turned to face him slowly, "It's a collection of Grimm Brother stories. I was just reading this to him, it seems like yesterday. It's the last book I read to him before he…" Cameron's voice trailed off.

Reid tried to keep her talking, "What about in the hospital, did you read to him at all?"

She shook her head and turned her back to him. She began flipping through the pages of the book.

"You sang to him, right?" He asked cautiously. She turned to face him with a confused look. He stammered, "I just figured that—you…well you sang to me and—"

"He liked it when I sang." She said softly. She placed the book on the dresser and walked quietly out of the room. He followed her and stood in the doorway of her bedroom. "Do you want to be alone?"

She didn't answer, instead she sat down on her bed, "I want to feel something. I want to know how to remember him without missing him."

Reid started fidgeting, he didn't have a lot of experience with this sort of thing. "What songs did he like to hear you sing?"

Her eyes started to pool with tears, "He— uh he liked the Lion King."

Reid realized he didn't know the film very well, "Which ones did he like?"

"All of them. But his favorite one was I Just Can't Wait to be King. I personally preferred Hakuna Matata… Why are you asking all this?"

Reid took her hand, "You just have to remember everything you loved about Connor. The things he liked and everything you did together. It's okay to be sad, but with time, you'll learn how to miss him less."

Cameron managed to smile slightly, "He was everything to me, I just never realized I could love someone so much. I know every mom thinks her kid is special but…Connor saved Liam's life. Of course he didn't know it, but he did. If it hadn't have been for Connor, Liam told me he never would have stopped using drugs." She paused and looked at him, "I know its hard to understand."

"Not for me... I've been down that road too. I saw what the drugs did to me physically and mentally and there were times when I didn't want to live with it anymore and I thought about taking too much. But then I met you, but if it wasn't for this tragedy, you never would have been in Virginia. Your son… he saved me too."

Tears started to fall down Cameron's cheeks, Reid opened his arms and she slipped into a hug. "It's not going to feel better all at once, but you're going to be just fine." He found it strangely full-circle for him to be telling her all the things about recovery that she told him days ago.

Cameron looked up at him and placed her hand on his chest, "I am glad I met you Spencer Reid." She stroked his hair and wrapped her hand around the back of his neck. She slowly moved in to kiss him and he started to pull away but she just moved closer to him, resting half her body on his lap. In the midst of this lengthy kiss she started to unbuttoned his shirt but he moved away quickly. "This isn't a good idea…" He pulled away from a subsequent kiss. "You're…. upset and not yourself." Cameron wiped a few tears off her cheeks and started kissing his neck.

He was struggling to control his urges, "Cameron, stop. This….this is…we can't do this." He pushed her away this time.

"Yes, yes we can." She started to unbutton his shirt again.

Reid took a ragged breath and kept shaking his head. She forced herself to stop, "Spencer, how long have you been alone? Aren't you sick of it?"

Reid didn't answer he just kept a good foot of space between them. He knew one of them had to be clearheaded.

She brought the volume of her voice down, "I just don't want to be lonely anymore." She looked at him and put her hand on his knee, waiting for him to make the next move.

Reid started thinking about the situation at hand, what are the possible outcomes of this situation? She's upset and might regret this when she feels better. There's no logical reason to rush into this.

Oh, screw it. He put his hands on her hips and slowly laid her down on the bed. Sometimes you just have to do what feels right.

God that last scence felt awkward to write... As always, please let me know what you thought of the chapter :D