I'm sorry if this chapter is a bit short. /: I didn't meet my quota of 1,000 words. But I promise I'll make the next chapters longer. Please Reeeview! Your reviews are what will keep me going! Constructive criticism welcome... as well as compliments :P

Chapter 2.

Garcia grabbed Reid excitedly by the hand. "Seriously, you wont regret waking up for this."

"Well, I wasn't exactly asleep anyway..." Reid muttered, trying to ignore his massive headache.

She dragged Reid into her Garcia-Cave and sat down in her computer chair, typing ferociously. "I was up all night thinking about Emily," She said, not even looking up from her screen. "Yeah weren't we all-" Reid tapped his fingers lightly on his coffee mug.

"Don't give me sass. Look what I found," She said, pushing her chair away from the computer. Reid wearily looked at the computer. He raised an eyebrow. "Hospital records?"

"None for Emily Prentiss, or Lauren Reynolds. None. Nada. Zilch."

Reid eyed Garcia, "So she never checked in?" He took a sip of his coffee, and placed the mug on her desk. "Never checked in, never checked out." She rolled her chair back to the computer and searched the death record database. "None."

Reid felt his heart skip a beat. "I-I don't know what to say." He said, stuttering on every word. He didn't know whether he was thrilled...or scared. She's alive. He felt has hands begin to shake.

"Sh. Boy genius. Say nothing." Garcia said, spinning around in her chair. Reid took a sip of his coffee, nervously placing the mug on her desk. "Garcia, this doesn't mean anything."
"What?" She said, her voice light but the tone dark. Her smile began to fade away, and that made Reid feel uncomfortable. His hands shook more. "She's still gone." Reid muttered, making eye contact with her. Her smile faded. "It also means that JJ lied to us at the hospital." He continued, his tone of voice getting softer. "I'll talk to Jayje..I'll ask her-" Garcia began. Her voice shook, and she felt uneasy.

"No. She just wanted to protect Emily... and us.."

"What do you mean?"

"She didn't want us to go looking for her. Doyle's still out there somewhere; if we went looking for her we could get ourselves in more danger then we'd like. I'm sure it was Emily's idea. It had to be." Reid said. He bit his lip and held is head down. Garcia picked up a framed photo on her desk, and held it close to her. She looked at it and began to tear.

"It's Emily. This might sound ridiculous but a few weeks before she...'died'... I couldn't fall asleep; I was up all night crying. I knew she'd be awake, she was always a night owl. So, I called her and we just talked. She then offered to come to my house, and I immediately felt better. The minute she showed up at my door she pulled me into a really tight hug and I just cried into her shoulder for like 10 minutes straight.. But I wasn't crying because I was upset; I was crying because I had somebody like her in my life. Someone so amazing." She sighed.
"My best friend," Garcia delicately wiped a tear away with her finger.
"She stayed over my house until like, 3:30 AM. She looked exhausted; but she didn't go home. Instead she offered to take me out to get a coffee. It's funny how coffee shops are open so late... But we got a coffee and walked to the playground. We looked so sketchy but we didn't care at all. I mean why would it matter, right? We sat on the swings and we just ended up reminiscing. I hadn't seen her smile so much in such a long time.. So I grabbed my camera and just took a picture of her." She held the picture out for Reid to see. He took it in his hands.

"I don't remember seeing her this happy either," Reid said, lightly skimming his fingers over the frame.

"I don't feel complete without her. The feeling of her dead was... indescribable. But knowing she's alive.. and not with us...is worse."

Garcia's right. I need her back in my life. These headaches are getting worse without her. I need her. I need her now. Wait, no I don't. She betrayed me. She's not alive and these records are all wrong. All wrong. This is all a lie.

"We can make it a missing person case... Just like we would with any other victim.. I'll tell the team tomorrow and-" Said Garcia, frantically but a joyous look on her face.

"No. We can't do this."

"Why not?"

"Because it's dangerous. It'll mess with everything.. Everyone thinks she's dead." Reid's face went hot.

"Not JJ." Garcia interrupted, her face stern.

"We- can't do this. We're not going to- I have to leave. I'll see you tomorrow." Reid said, a new headache pounding even louder.

"I'll find her myself." Garcia said. Reid actually had to hold back a laugh. Garcia could never do it on her own and she knew that; she just wanted to make him feel guilty and give in.

"No." Reid said, feeling faint. His voice drifting.

Reid felt the room begin to spin, and after that he felt nothing.

Nothing at all.