Wow, an update this soon….I'm shocked with myself. I really hope you guys are intrigued and that the characters aren't too OOC….

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Riding in the jet was horrible. Not only did he have to be in close proximity to some of the best profilers out there, but he also had to look over the crime scene photo's, which only reminded him of the issue at hand even more.

"So, Reid, excited to be heading back home?" Reid bit his lip and stared at the crime scene before him, lost in thought.

"Reid?" A hand was placed on his shoulder, and he flinched. His head jerked to the side, his eyes meeting JJ's concerned ones.

"Um, not particularly. Benington said mom isn't up to visitors, and I doubt we will have any free time to visit anywhere else, so it's basically fruitless to be any form of excited over another person who lost their life. And besides-," "So, make any progress on the geographical profile yet?"

Reid sighed, realizing the question was simply to stop his ramble. And yet, he still provided an answer.

"I've marked down where the body was found, and where he was last seen. It's only about a ten mile radius, so once I get more information on where he was likely to be found I should be able to narrow it down quite easily." He didn't go off on a ramble, he didn't spout facts; he hardly even looked at any of his fellow work mates.

They seemed to get the fact that something was bothering him, for no one bothered him the rest of the flight. It wasn't his fault he had some…issues that were on his mind.

….

Staring down at the body in the morgue was one of the worst possible things for him at that moment. No, not because he was squeamish, not because he couldn't keep his mind on the case. His mind was on the case more then it should be; all because of the body lying on the metal slate in front of him.

It looked exactly like….him.

"It appears from the rough abrasions that the object used was something like a hammer or even a bat." Reid would have rubbed it in Morgan's face that he was right, at least in his mind, but today was different. This case was different.

"Was there anything…strange found during the autopsy?" Reid couldn't fight the question off, even though he knew Morgan would ask him about it later.

"I didn't think it strange at first, but now that you mention it, yes. There was a small key found in his stomach. I didn't think it was strange because we found handcuffs near the body, and suspect he was forced to swallow the key before he died." Reid felt his world spin, a deep horror striking him. He hardly remembered anything that happened as he stumbled his way out of the room. He walked out of the building, leaning against the wall beside the door.

He felt sick.

He bent over, one hand over his stomach while the other braced himself against the wall. He bit his tongue, knowing if he forced it down it would help keep him from puking, but it was worthless.

One second later, his dinner from the night before, and his coffee, was all over the sidewalk.

He used both hands to brace himself, feeling all strength leave his body. This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening. It couldn't just be a coincidence. But it had to be. It wasn't possible for someone to know, for someone to….was it?

No, it wasn't.

The doors popped open and Morgan came rushing out, a concerned look on his face. He turned and saw Reid, his eyes only taking about 20 seconds to take in the site before him. Five seconds later, Reid had an extra jacket around his shoulders, and was being steered away from his own bodily fluids. It felt like an out of body experience, and he couldn't bring himself to answer any of Derek's questions.

…

The ride home was silent, despite a few attempts at conversation. Reid simply wasn't in the mood, for once. Not even when Morgan tried to get him to talk about Doctor Who, or Star Trek. He didn't want to talk. Not with his mind in turmoil.

But this wasn't the storm. He had past the calm of the storm, but he wasn't through the brunt of it yet. Not by a long shot. This was just the beginning.

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Morgan and Reid finally arrived at the LVPD, just in time to meet the rest of the team. They set up the map for Reid to keep working on the geographical profile now that Prentiss and Rossi had gathered more information for him; while they were at…the morgue….

Reid shook his head slightly, his eyes closing. After a few moments of clearing his mind, his eyes opened again, just in time to see a man walk into the room.

A man, he hates to say, he recognized.

"Reid? Oh my god, it is you! It's been what, like, almost 20 years?"

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Wow, okay. Didn't expect to write this all in one day. Or this soon. Or this short. But hey, I didn't want it to move TOO too fast, so here we go. I'm proud of myself, for once. Welp, that's it guys….please review! If you think its worth it…