Reid sighed as he slid his keycard into the lock of his hotel room. The door clicked open just as Celeste rounded the corner with a shopping bag in her arms. Reid straighened his back and smiled, feeling himself blush slightly.

"Celeste, can I- I mean, do you need help?" Reid let his door fall closed as he moved towards her, but she shook her head, a small smile on her lips.

"Oh, thank you but I'm good. Looks like we're neighbours though. I promise not to be too loud. Goodnight Reid." Celeste smiled as she slipped her own keycard into her room's lock, and disappeared behind the door. He sighed and opened his door once more, stepping into his room and closing it behind him soundlessly, hooking the chain lock in place. The hotel room was extremely simple; a queen sized bed with royal purple sheets and pillows, a TV in the corner, and a bathroom across from the bed. A full sized mirror hung on the back of the door. Reid set his overnight bag on the bed and walked into the bathroom, reaching behind the door to turn on the shower.

As the water ran, he walked back into the room and stripped off his shirt, kicking his shoes off as he undid his pants and let them fall. Stepping from his boxers, he gathered his clothes, setting them on his bed, and reached for his bag. He pulled out a small travel sized bag, which held his shampoo and other toiletrees, and his spare gun. Steam began to waft from the bathroom, and he hurried inside, shutting the door behind him as he set his things on the back of the toilet. Pulling back the shower curtin, he stepped into the warm spray, sighing in relief.

As he wetted his hair, his thoughts began to wonder to his mother, and his reasoning for going to see her the other day. He had been sitting at home, watching a special on Edgar Allen Poe, when he had felt it. At first, it was just a chill. He had turned on his heater an hour ago; it should have warmed up by now. As he stood to check it again, he felt something brush his hand. He looked down, expecting to see Sergio; Emily's cat whom he had taken in after she "died". But he saw nothing. His mind hurried for some explanation. A window was open, it was a spider, something had to have touched him. Then, he saw it. The face in his kitchen. He had blinked, and it disappeared.

Weeks later, he had dismissed the incident as just being tired and overworked. Until it had happened again. He was walking to the coffee shop with Morgan and Hotch during lunch, when he heard someone calling his name. He turned around, searching the street. There, in the middle of the sidewalk, stood Hailey, just as they had found her on that day. He froze and stared at her, his mouth forming her name; just as she flickered out of sight, her hand reaching for him. He felt a hand on his shoulder, and turned sharply. Morgan and Hotch had been watching him. It was Morgan who had sugguested that he go see someone. The stress of the job, and losing a friend, was obviously getting to be too much for him.

At Morgan's advice, he began seeing a psychotherapist. After weeks of sessions, his doctor prescribed him a mild anti-psychotic. He had been on it for several months, and it seemed to be working. And then Emily had come back, and he was happier. And he left his bottle of pills on his bathroom counter, where it began to gather dust. He started to feel better too, spending more time with Emily, and going out with his friends more often. He hadn't seen his doctor in months, and he didn't feel as though he needed to. And then, he saw him.

He was standing in the middle of his bedroom when Reid walked in. He was just standing there, lokking around with a sad look on his face. He didn't even seem to notice that Reid had come in. He had crossed his arms over his chest, then scrubbed his hand over his mouth. Reid had made the mistake of gasping, and the man had looked up at him sharply before fading from sight. It was then that he decided to talk to his mother.

Reid suddenly jumped as ice water sprayed across his back. He had been so lost in his thoughts, that his hot water had ran cold. Grumbling to himself, he quickly washed his hair and body before turning off the water and stepping from the shower. He wrapped a towl around his waist, and then grabbed another one, draping it over his head to dry his hair. As he scrubbed the towl over his head, he thought about what had happened today. Why had he said that outloud? He knew it was impossible to have actually heard the voice, but he just couldn't shake the feeling that maybe, just maybe it really could have been...

A knock sounded at Reid's door, pulling him from his thoughts. He dropped his towl from his head and made his way to the door, pulling on a cotton t-shirt from his bag. He looked through the peep-hole, and saw Morgan, JJ, and Emily standing in their coats. He unhooked the chain and pulled open the door half way.

"Hey Spence, want to join us for some dinner?" JJ smiled at him, but he shook his head.

"Sorry, I'm really tired. I think I'm just going to turn in. Maybe read a little. Thank you though." Reid answered, nodding a goodbye to his friends. Before he could close his door though, Morgan's boot stuck between the door and the wall.

"C'mon kid, what's with you lately? Is everything alright?" Morgan looked at the skinny boy, though he had to admit to even himself, Reid certianly did not look like a boy anymore. In the short sleeved shirt, his arms looked to be finally filling out, and with the new short hair cut, Reid looked much older than ever before.

Reid merely shook his head, "Nothing, I'm fine. Eveything's fine. I'm just tired." Morgan lingered his look on Reid, but nodded his head and stepped away, bidding him a goodnight. Reid shut his door, replacing the chain lock, and dropped is towl from his waist, before pulling his pajama pants from his bag and slipping into them. The echo of classical music suddenly sounded on the other side of his hotel room wall. He tilted his head to the side, and approached the wall, pressing his ear agaisnt the beige paint. The strings of a cello drew his curiousity in even more.

"Spencer?"

Reid's eyes widened as he heard his name as clear as a bell. He couldn't be hearing it through the wall, could he? He pressed himself against the wall more, straining to hear over the music.

"Spencer, over here. Turn around." It was a woman's voice; one that he knew very well. He stiffened and turned slowly, hoping to all and every enternal being out there, that he would not see what he knew he was going to see.

There, in the middle of his bed, stood Hailey Hotchner, in the exact same state they had found her. On the day she had been killed. Reid could feel his throat tightening up; his lungs begging for air that couldn't pass through. His head swam as he tried to find an explanation. His pills. He needed his pills. He could not end up like his mother. He would not end up like his mother. He rushed past her and into the bathroom, rumaging through his travel bag for his pills. Even if he never took them daily, he still carried them with him just in case. He quickly popped two of the tiny white pills, and downed a glass of water, swallowing hard.

He closed his eyes tightly and counted to twenty. He could hear only his own breathing. He opened his eyes and peeked out into the bedroom. It was empty. The distant sounds of music still echoed through the walls, but his room was empty. He let out the breath he didn't know he was holding as he made his way to his bed. Not caring to remove his bag and clothes from the bed, he crawled under the covers and buried his head in the pillows. He needed a nice long night of uneventful sleep.

A/N : Alright, thank you for reading, and please review! chapter 4 will be up soon!