A/N: I want to thank all who reviewed and added! I hope you'll continue to stick with me and enjoy this sequel. Also be on the look out for my other new multi-chapter 'Cabin Fever' the title may change.

Enjoy my doves!

All mistakes my own.

Night 1

Ring...Ring...Ring.

"Pretty boy. Your phones ringing." Morgan mumbled sleepily.

Reid reached over and grabbed his phone.

"Dr. Reid." He answered.

"Dr. Reid. It's Dr. Norman. I'm very sorry son, but your mother murdered last night. I need you to come as soon as you can." With that he hung up.

Reid sat up. He was stunned. He quickly jumped out of bed grabbed his go-bag out of the closet and began to dress.

"Baby what's wrong? Who was that?" asked Hotch concerned.

Reid looked at him pain, sadness, and rage filled his eyes. Before he could answer Hotch's phone rang. "Hotchner." He answered. "We have a case."

They got dressed and headed to the BAU. Reid knew what the case may be. They entered the conference room and Garcia got up hugged Reid. He looked over her shoulder. Rossi, JJ and Emily had looked sad, Morgan and Hotch confused.

"Oh my sweet baby, I'm so sorry." She said her voice breaking. He nodded trying not to cry.

"What's going on?" asked Hotch. Reid told them about the phone call he got this morning.

Hotch and Morgan pulled their young lover in a tight hug. They sat in their usual places and JJ their full attention.

"Las Vegas, Nevada. There have been a string of murders including your mom. These people have all have been bitten and stabbed. But the bite marks aren't human, their animal based." She said. Reid unconsiously rubbed the mark on his side. The bite marks looked familar to him. "The Las Vegas police want us to come as soon as possible. I'm so sorry Spence." She hugged him. He couldn't talk, he didn't want too. "Wheels up now." said Hotch. They grabbed their stuff and piled on the jet.

Reid sat at the table next to the window. He stared blankly outside wondering if his mother could see him. The team glanced at him and looked at each other sadly. The dicussed a possible profile. The killer had an animal like a large dog or a trained wolf maybe, anything capable of a large bite mark, he's on random kill spree. That was all they could muster for now.

"JJ, you and Garcia get set up at the station. Emily and Rossi to the scenes. Morgan and I will go to the sanitarium with Reid." Hotch told them. He looked at his lover, who still was staring into oblivion. Once they landed they headed to their designations.

"Dr. Reid, you're finally here. I'm so sorry. Everyone loved her. Now, we've arranched her funeral and such. She didn't have a Will but she did say all her things and books belong to you." Dr. Norman said. He went over the funeral with him and the hospital would cover it.

"Thank you for everything." Reid said, speaking for the first time since this morning. He and his lovers packed up his mothers belongings and headed to the hotel. They took their stuff up to their room and Reid finally broke down. Hotch and Morgan embraced their young lover.

They held each other for several moments until Reid fell asleep in their arms. Hotch went to the station to work for awhile. Morgan looked after their young one.

Later that night they gathered in the hotels resturant for supper. Reid hadn't spoken since he woke up, and now was barely eating. He was deeply sadden and furious. He wanted this son of a bitch. He wanted to tear him limb by painful limb. He was jerked out of his thoughts by a hand on his knee. He looked up and JJ smiled at him, he returned her smile. After supper they bid goodnight to each other and went to their rooms.

Hotch and Morgan had showered in the morning, got into pjs and Reid showered. Reid liked taking showers at night. They were relaxing to him. He got out and into his sweatpants and an old FBI t-shirt. He saw his lovers in bed waiting for him. He climbed in between them and snuggled into their arms and slept restlessly. None of them noticed the figure in the corner watching them with demonic Chesire cat grin.

'I told you Spencer you cannot escape me. You're still mine.' The Monster/William chuckled and vanished into the night. The next storm was here.

Sniffle. Poor Spencer. It's so nice that his team cares for him like they do.

Until next time! Stay haunted!

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