Outside the BAU, JJ is kneeling beside Emily, sobbing relentlessly, whilst Hotch calmly performs CPR on her. Morgan and Rossi are chasing her shooter, and Reid is standing back, watching helplessly in horror.

They all know that their friend is already dead...All Hotch is achieving with compressions is pumping whatever blood that remains in her body, out through the bullet wound, adding to the already large pool of crimson that's formed beneath her.

Eventually Hotch gives up, and Reid's reduced to tears. Hotch resolves not to cry, knowing he needs to stay strong for his team. He can cry for Emily later. For the time being, he closes Emily's eyes over with his thumb and index finger, and then comforts his two distraught younger agents.

Somebody just killed Emily Prentiss...

UnSub's POV

After the events of last night, I decided to visit Reid at his home. He'll need a friend right now, and that friend is going to be me. He got home a few hours ago, after working all day to catch Prentiss' killer. I know he'll be too sad to sleep, but I can distract him. I can make him happy again.

I knock lightly on the door, and wait for him to answer. I know he's home, but he doesn't answer, so I knock again. This time he answers the door, and although his face is dry, I can tell that he's been crying.

"Oh my...What's wrong?" I ask, faking empathy. I couldn't care less about that skank, but I'm a little sad that Reid's upset.

"Yesterday a colleague of mine was shot." He blurts out, though I don't think he's supposed to tell me that. Of course, I already knew.

I make a shocked expression, and look at him sympathetically. I invite myself into his house, and hug him. He doesn't protest, he just melts into the hug and drapes his arms over my back. He's mourning hard.

"That's terrible. I can't imagine how you must feel. I'm so sorry." I whisper in my most comforting voice.

Spencer shakes his head. "You don't need to apologise. It's not your fault." He replies, looking rather melancholy. I have to stop myself from smiling, because it is my 'fault', and I'm proud of it.

"How about you come over to my place. We could watch a movie? Maybe it'd put your mind off things..." I suggest, biting my lip in anticipation.

"I can't do that." He says quickly. "I have to work." He adds. Spencer forces a smile; it's a sad and pathetic smile. He glances at the door and then back at me.

I think he wants me to leave. I'll change his mind. "It's three o'clock in the morning, you should be sleeping, but...I have a feeling you won't be sleeping tonight, and you're in no condition to be concentrating on work right now. Am I right?" I reply confidently. He looks unsure, and then he nods, and I can see his eyes welling with tears.

"Come on, you need company." I say, hoping I don't sound too jolly.

Before he can protest, I've retrieved his keys from a dish on his coffee table, and grabbed his hand. I walk towards the door, and he follows me out. I shut it behind me and put Spencer's keys in my handbag. We exit the building and get into my car.

After he's put his seatbelt on, he turns and looks at me. "I know why I'm awake. But why are you awake at such an hour, and why come to my house, of all places?" He asks curiously. I start the engine.

I've been waiting for him to ask me that, I'm surprised he didn't sooner. "I'm an insomniac...When I can't sleep, I roam. Everything's so tranquil at night. The world slows down, the chaos vanishes, and I can appreciate the world for what it really is, and not what people turn it into. I always come here to eat at McDonalds, and sometimes I walk around. Tonight I noticed your lights were on when I drove past, and I was wondering why you were up. So...I came to see you after I had a milkshake." I answer casually as I pull away from the curb.

Reid looks at the McDonald's cup in the cup-holder, and nods. "Cool." He utters. I don't think he knew what else to say to that. I probably would've said cool too.

Reid's POV

I'm in Anne's car and she's been driving for around 20 minutes. Watching a movie with her actually sounds like a good idea, and I'm looking forward to it.

I don't want to believe that Emily is really dead. I thought I'd lost her once. It hurt so much and I was just beginning to heal when she came back from Paris, which was extremely confusing. Eventually everything was okay, but this time, she's really dead...I watched her die. I need to try and forge it, that's all I want to do right now.

Anne pulls up on an average looking street. We get out of the car, and I expect her to lead me to one of the terrace houses gates. Instead she walks down a path between two houses, and I follow her. She opens the gate at the end of the pathway, and it's a woodland type area.

I look at her suspiciously, and she laughs lightheartedly. "Don't worry, I'm not gonna hurt you or anything...I wanna show you something." She says jokingly as she weaves between the trees.

That's odd, but that's just Anne. I give a weak smile, and follow her despite my better judgment. My friend is dead. I don't care about myself right now.

As we walk forwards, the dense trees become sparser. When we're about 10 metres in, she points, and my eyes automatically follow her finger.

"That's my house." She announces seriously, a small smirk forming on her face.

Okay then, that's Anne's house. It's a treehouse. Not a child's treehouse, but a medium sized house, high-up amongst the trees. It's blue; an identical blue to the dress that 'good' Anne was wearing, when I emsaw /emher the other night.

I can't help but smile, and I let out a small laugh of disbelief. Anne gets exceedingly interesting as the days go by. She grabs my hand again, and shows me the way up.

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