Reid sucked in another deep breath of air, he'd only been outside a few minutes and his skin was covered in goose bumps. He rubbed his fingers over his closed eyes in an attempt wake himself up; he needed to work. He sighed and opened his eyes, watching his breath in the cool night air. He looked up at the Boston skyline for a moment but the lights all started to blur in to one and his head began to throb, while he was concentrating he'd hardly noticed it but now the full force of his headache took hold.
He closed his eyes for a second longer than a blink then shook his head and walked towards the police department door. He paused at the door and looked at the team at work; they looked like they were coping. He thought about going back to the hotel, have a few hours sleep and come back in the morning.
He shook his head again and quickly pushed the door open and made a quick walk towards Hotch and Garcia.
"You got anything?" Reid asked as he glanced down at Garcia's computer.
"We think we found Doyle's son. Louise Jones, Doyle's housekeeper, adopted Declan Jones. They both disappeared seven years ago and were never found but we found pictures of them being murdered" Hotch said and took a step back so Reid could get a better look at the screen.
"You found that all out in a couple minutes?" Reid questioned as he moved closer to Garcia and looked through the photos.
"We also found the address they were shot, Ashley and Rossi are seeing if they can find any leads on it" Hotch replied then looked over at Easter, he had a file open in his hand so Hotch made his way over to him to offer his help.
"Can you enlarge that picture?" Reid asked as he noticed something in the corner of one of the photos.
"Yeah, um, here" Garcia replied, quickly enlarging it then looking away from the bloody scene.
"Morgan, come look at this" Reid called to him from across the busy room. Morgan quickly looked up at Reid then jogged over to him, his eyes locking onto the screen as he got closer.
"It's black clothing and a hand, Reid" Morgan said with a shrug.
"No, look at the fingernails" Reid quickly said and pointed towards the hand.
"Oh my god" Garcia gasped.
"Hotch!" Morgan shouted as he straightened up and searched the room for his remaining team members.
Reid's eyes were glued to the screen even when Morgan brought the rest of the team over to the computer and showed them the picture, the image was still stuck in his head when he was pulled into a briefing room where Hotch and Morgan set up the raid. Even when someone pushed a bulletproof vest into his hands. Even when he was ushered into the SUV next to Hotch and someone from SAWT. He didn't know how long the picture of her hand on the gun, her finger poised on the trigger, would be stuck in his head but it was still there when they pulled up only a street away from the warehouse Emily was being kept in.