Oh my gosh…30 reviews guys? YOU ROCK! Might not sound like a lot, but for me it is. Best I ever got (on my last account name, stories no longer exist) was almost…60 I think, and that was for a longer story. So I'm really happy for this! Thanks sooo much you guys! Sorry I don't respond in PM, I would but I really don't have the time.

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….Of course, that wasn't a good idea. Timmy was long gone. After all, he hadn't talked to him in 18 years, 4 months, 8 days, 13 hours and….24 seconds. Closing his eyes, Reid pressed the bottom of his palm to them, clenching them tightly. Why couldn't something be normal, and go well, for once in his life?

Standing up, he changed his pants quickly, grabbed his gun and badge, and then ran out the door. A minute later, he ran back in, grabbed a jacket, and then ran back out once again. Checking his clock as he ran down the steps, he realized he had about….38 seconds to get to the cars.

Speeding up his pace a bit, he stumbled down a few steps, and then continued on, ignoring the few people staring at him. He stopped outside one of the cars, giving a small little wave at Hotch and Rossi in the front seat. The doors unlocked, and he slid into the backseat, alongside JJ.

Once the cars started pulling away, Reid winced, reaching down to rub his knee absentmindedly. He stared out the window, lost in thought.

"Hey Spence, is everything okay?" He turned toward JJ, the only person to ever call him Spence, with a confused look on his face. He knew she wouldn't be one to ask him about why he was acting so weird, at least not yet. She probably talked Morgan into talking with him, so it wasn't about that.

"Yeah, why wouldn't it be?"

"You've been rubbing your knee for the last few minutes, and winced a few times…" Looking down, he realized it was indeed, true. His hand was on his knee, rubbing soft circles, and as he pushed down a bit harder, he scrunched his face up in pain.

Letting out a quite groan, he reached down and pulled his pant leg up, sliding it past his knee carefully. He could see JJ flinch out of the corner of his eye when she took notice of the large bruise already covering his knee. Great, just what he needed.

"What on earth did you do?" Reid sighed, pulling his pant leg back down. He didn't want to talk about it. Stupid wound….

"So, Morgan mentioned this body looking more like an accident. Do you think it was the same unsub getting sloppy, or someone new entirely?" Hotch looked at him from the rearview mirror, a contemplative look on his face.

"The LVPD wouldn't tell us about the body unless it was relevant to the case. Besides, I get the feeling there is something they aren't telling us yet. I'm going to find out what that is when we get to the crime scene."

…

Reid stared down at the mangled stomach of the man in front of him, hardly finding it in himself to move to the side so he didn't step in any blood. A bitter, dark feeling swelled in his stomach, and he felt like he was going to be sick.

Oh no, not again.

Reid turned away, swallowing deeply, his eyes sliding closed.

This wasn't possible. It simply wasn't possible! How could….no. This wasn't happening. It had to be a nightmare….

"Reid, are you okay?" Spencer turned, jumping slightly at his name. Rossi stared back at him, and the stiff feeling in his back didn't fade.

"U-Um, I-I'm fine! Just uh- tired! It's really late, and we had a long day…" He knew it was a weak argument, and he hadn't even showed an ounce of truth to back up his words. Rossi was one of the best profilers. He was done for.

"Yeah, it is kind of late, isn't it? Don't worry kid, we can head back once were done looking this over." 'Don't call me kid, you…you….wait, did he just ignore my obvious lying and walk away?'

Reid stared openly as Rossi walked a bit away and examined a few bloody footprints. 'They knew…

No, they know nothing. They assume they know something. They know something is up, and what, are giving me space? That's…nice I guess. It is nice of them, but if Morgan backs off, I won't be able to tell anyone about…it….' Spencer let out a heavy sigh, thankful his stomach didn't feel like emptying itself at the moment.

He took one glance at the dead body beside him, and the feeling was back.

He held his stomach and turned away, focusing on what Hotch was talking about with an officer a few feet away.

"Hey Reid! Can you come over here for a second?" Turning his head, Reid looked at Rossi, an eyebrow raised. Why did Rossi need him? He could calculate the approximant height and weight of the criminal from the footprint, but Rossi could easily do that himself…

He walked over to Rossi, giving him a questioning look. He kept his mouth shut, not trusting himself not to let his stomach contents out quite yet. However, not much could stop him when he took in what Rossi had been looking at.

A bloody boot print.

In the exact same size, and shape as his.

Quickly calculating it in his head, he realized another horrible truth.

He was about the right height and weight to leave that foot print, as well.

….

Ok, omg. I'm soooo sorry this took so long! It would've been out sooner, but I had a HUGE project I hadn't even started on, and to make a long story short, I had a lot to do in a little bit of time. And because of that, I didn't get to write much.

One thing, when Hotch said something about the body, I had something planned. And I forget what. So that might come into play later, if I can remember, but if not, oh well.

Hope you liked it, please review!