I know I haven't been as faithful to updating my stories as usual… I'm sorry. This summer is just busier than I thought.

I own nothing; just an idea that came to mind…

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"So what happened," Reid asked finally, setting down his third glass of water. "You know, after you went to the hospital that night?"

A couple hours had passed since Reid had awakened in Nathan's apartment, and the two of them had exhausted all other channels of conversations, the events of Reid's recent cases, Nathan's studies… the whole train explosion, and the reason behind Nathan's roommate's apparent anger toward Reid.

Nathan leaned back; they had since moved from Nathan's bedroom into the living room of the apartment. It was painted a neutral off-white color, and the furniture was clearly from a thrift-store or Goodwill, not any one piece from the same set, but all of them matching the apartment itself. Reid was sprawled out on the white faux leather couch, supported by a bunch of pillows Nathan had found in the apartment. He was still shirtless, but with a blanket draped over him. Nathan was in an old tan easy chair nearby.

"They bandaged me up and sent me to recovery," Nathan replied. "After that, when I left the hospital, they made me see another doctor, like the school shrink, but he was more professional. I'd wanted to talk to you, though."

"Really?" Reid asked surprised.

Nathan nodded. "I didn't say anything to the guy for a few months. Usually he'd ask me a few questions about how I was, and I'd answer with just one or two words. Finally, about six months after we met, I told him everything. It felt… good, to get it off my chest."

"What about the hospital your mother set you up for after we-"

"I went there after I turned sixteen. According to the doctor who oversaw my case, Doctor Jenkins, I made great strides after my attempted suicide and my visit with Doctor Brant, the shrink I saw after I got out of the hospital."

At this point, Nathan paused, staring at Reid for a moment before his eyes broke away to gaze instead at his own interlocked fingers. "When I turned nineteen, I was given the choice to become an outpatient. Naturally, I took it, and that was where I met Rich Thorne."

"Richard Thorne, your roommate at the hospital, and here?" Reid asked; he had gotten the name from Nathan after an intense round of questioning when they first moved to the living room, and Reid had spotted a picture of Nathan's roommate with a young woman. Nathan nodded.

"I told him about you and your team." Nathan admitted. "I thought he seemed a little cold toward the idea of you guys, but I didn't think he's do something like that… Blow up a train to get rid of you."

"Has he always been like that?" Reid asked. He tried to push himself up, but a searing pain from his ribs stopped him from doing just that.

"He ripped apart some papers you wrote when I was working on a project," Nathan admitted. "And when I went in for my last session, I heard my caseworker talking to his caseworker. They wanted to pull Thorne from the outpatient program and put him back in the hospital. They said he was showing homicidal tendencies, and that he reacted violently toward the mention of our name, and the mention of your team."

Neither of them spoke for a moment. Then, Reid began to reach for the phone on the table.

"I need to call Quantico," he explained. "My team's probably looking for me, and I need to let them know where I am and that I'm alright."

"I'll call them," Nathan said quickly, leaping from the chair to grab the phone and turn it on. "What's the number?"

"It's-"

Suddenly, someone knocked on the door.

"Open up, Nate," a gruff voice roared. "I'm not going back; they'll have to drag me out of here if they think they can re-commit me to that place!"

Nathan paled in fear, dropping the phone on the floor.

"It's him, isn't it?" Reid asked. "It's Thorne."

Nathan nodded. "He's here."

….

Niko ran from Garcia's office and into the round table room, Kevin trailing behind him. Garcia herself flew in a moment later, out of breath.

"I pulled up survelliance from the hospital," Niko began without prompting. "Thorne was there. Appaently, he went in for a session, and when his caseworker told him that they were re-admitting him as an inpatient, he threw a fit. Tossed papers and books, scared patients, visitors and doctors… This guy is nuts, Agent Prentiss!"

"Where is he now?"

"He's outside the apartment he shares with Nathan Harris."

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"Nathan and Thorne share an apartment on the third floor," Rossi reported from the front desk.

Upstairs, Morgan and Hotch drew their weapons, running up the stairs to the third floor corridor.

"Last door on the right," Rossi directed. "I'll join you in a second."

"See you in a bit, Dave," Hotch replied into his mic as he crept down the hall. He could hear Thorne's voice outside the door.

"Open up, Nate! I'm not going back; they'll have to drag me out of here if they think they can re-commit me to that place!"

A second later, Rossi joined them from behind.

"On three," Morgan mouthed, pointing at Thorne. Hotch nodded.

One

They crept toward Thorne and the door, single file line down the hall.

Two

They got into position. Hotch behind Thorne, Rossi moving back down the hall, and Morgan staying right where he was. Waiting.

Three

"Richard Thorne," Hotch roared. "FBI. Turn around and put your hands in the air."

As Hotch spoke, four things happened in quick succession.

First, the apartment door opened, revealing Nathan Harris standing in the doorway with a gun. Reid's gun. The owner of said gun watched in horror from the couch.

Second, Thorne turned around to face Hotch.

Third, Morgan charged toward Thorne, gun drawn and raised, his finger on the trigger.

And finally, a gunshot echoed through the apartment complex.

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A/N: I'm bad. I'm sorry.

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