I'm back! Sorry for the long update wait, I've been suffering from a severe case of my-computar's-being-an-assidous. I'm going to try my best to keep updates regular from now on though. Thank you so much for the reviews! As always I greatly appreciate your thoughts, ideas and constructive criticism.
Disclaimer; I don't own Criminal Minds or their characters. I'm merely playing with their toys so to speak.
Note to my readers, the story is set after Emily's "Death" but I can't stand Agent Seaver so I'm just going to leave her out, it was either that or killing her. My apologies to her fans. I'm also going to go with that no one knows she's alive, unlike the series JJ and Hotch don't know.
Spencer Reid awoke to the shrill ringing of his cell phone filling the air, groaning as he thought of her. It'd been so real; he could've sworn he smelt the familiar scent of lavender radiating from her hair, the softness of her hands as they walked together. Another ring of his phone brought him into reality once more, reaching blindly towards the side table where he'd discarded his phone last night he grabbed it.
"Reid" he mumbled groggily.
"Hey pretty boy! Where are you?" Morgan continued without giving the young agent a chance to answer. "You'd better get your skinny ass in here! Garcia's been eyeing your coffee and I don't know how much longer I can hold her back for!" Reid chuckled at the loud protests of Garcia defending herself.
"I'll be right in!" He laughed.
"See you in a few pretty boy" Morgan chuckled as Reid let out a loud curse from what he could assume was stubbing his toe.
"Yah" Reid said, sitting back to nurse his little toe he decided to think about the dream later. He'd never been one to think much about dream analysis but there was something about it that he couldn't let go, making a mental note to read up on it he crossed the room to the shower.
"I'm worried about him" Morgan confessed after the line went dead, looking at Garcia she nodded in encouragement for him to continue, when he didn't she spoke choosing her words carefully as she went. Everyone had been on edge since "it' happened, they hadn't been able to move on and she didn't think they ever would. For days every one of them had sat with case files on there desk, rereading every page, analysing every aspect but that didn't change a thing. Although none of them wanted to admit it, they had nothing.
"We're all worried" She said softly, she continued. "Derek, we can't lose him too. I'm not letting him hurt another one of my babies."
His expression turning into a sad smile he looked at her. "Mama, you know I'm not going to let that happen. We're a family and that's not happening as long as I'm around" He comforted her.
"Do you think he'll like his surprise?" She asked a small smile crossing her face.
"Absolutely!" He chuckled. "I think that it'll help everyone else too" And Garcia couldn't agree more, they quickly broke away as Reid sped his way into the room towards the two. Exchanging worried glances as his eyes caught on Emily's desk, Morgan called his attention. "Well look what the cat dragged in!" Morgan greeted and Garcia chuckled beside him at her boys.
A quick shower, cup of coffee, and subway ride later Reid raced into the bull pen towards Morgan and Garcia where they stood besides his desk. Thinking he was safe he let his eyes wander to the empty desk across from his, thinking about the dream he began to… "Well look what the cat dragged in!" He heard Morgan call, plastering a fake smile across his face he continued towards them confident that they'd missed his moment.
"So what does Hotch have planned for us today?" He asked after shooting a face at Morgan.
"Paper work" Morgan groaned pointing towards the stack piled high on their desks. "I guess he figures we'll need both days to complete this crap"
"Right" He muttered grabbing at his chair, skipping past the paperwork he once again reached for the Ian Doyle case file. He owed her this he rationalised every time he felt the stares of his co-workers; he knew it was more though. It was an obsession, it scared him but the only thing that would truly help him was putting a bullet between Doyle's eyes. The two sat in silence with only the sound of typing and the occasional ring to break it when Reid finally spoke.
"I dreamt of her" He said plainly without looking up.
"Pardon" Morgan asked, he knew who she was, but he needed confirmation.
"I dreamt of Emily last night, I've been dreaming of her every day since… since it happened" Finishing in a barely audible whisper.
"Reid" He said softly, looking at the young man sadly. "Do you want to talk about it? I mean, it's fresh and I know that she hasn't been gone long but we have to admit it… she's never coming back" The last part was harsher then he'd hoped for.
"I know she's dead" Reid snarled, pain contorting his usually happy face.
"Reid, please. I'm… we're all worried about you." He said looking at him and trying to find the best way to say what was coming next. "But… you thought you saw Emily at the hospital… you're in denial and we get that but…"
"I'm not crazy!" He angrily hissed as he threw a few items into his bag and all but ran out of the bull pen.
"REID!" Morgan exclaimed, looking towards Penelope who stood against the wall. Hurt and grief plain across her face.
"Let him go" Rossi advised Morgan with worry written across his wise face. "He needs this" He finished sadly, Morgan looking down in defeat.
He clumsily unlocked the door to apartment and stumbled in, dumping his keys, gun, and credentials on the kitchen counter he collapsed into the couch tears streaming down his face.
It had happened, his worst fears. They thought he was crazy. Running a shaky hand through his hair he tried to pull himself together but every emotion he'd held back since Emily's death was flowing out freely. Reality was too harsh for him, pulling the blanket from behind him he attempted to find her again.
He knew he hadn't been asleep for long, that was why he was so confused when he awoke suddenly.
He didn't know what had awoken him but he knew he was awake. Slowly opening his eyes, he found himself staring down the barrel of a gun.
"Not a word" The voice commanded. The bullet clicked into place as Spencer Reid closed his eyes, pure terror washing over him.
Sorry I know it's a cliffy, but I'll keep writing more regular now! As always I love reviews and your thoughts! The buttons right there! You know you want to click it! Thank you for your reviews