OH MY GOSH! I'm soooo sorry this took me so long, but like last time, school has whooped my butt . OKIE-DOKIE! Here we go ;)

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Reid POV:

The next few days went by fairly quickly and without much of significance. I didn't have any serious headaches, and the ones I did have were so minor a few ibuprofen fixed them right up; more than likely those were just caused by stress. Right now I'm trying to work out where the unsub will strike next which is not an easy task; since we've been here, there haven't been any more bodies found. 'Think! What is the probability that the unsub will strike close to the original dump sites?' My brow scrunches in concentration, my teeth nervously worrying my bottom lip. I inhale sharply as a sudden intense pain slams into the front of my skull. Instinctively my hand reaches up to massage it away, but I know that even if I try it won't help; this is the first really bad headache in days.

"What's the matter pretty boy?" I turn around slowly at his voice, knowing that I won't be able to lie to Morgan. I try anyways.

"N-nothing's the matter! I'm fine, just a little tired." Flashing a (hopefully) reassuring smile, I return to what I was doing, pushing the pain to the back of my mind. 'But God it's hard! My head is killing me!' What was a manageable pain a few moments earlier, has morphed into a deep throbbing that makes my hands shake. Taking a deep breath, I grit my teeth and proceed with the geographic profile.

Morgan POV:

As he turns to get back to work, I see him hide a wince and I know we're gonna be in for a long night. Promising myself that I'll keep an eye on him, I walk over to where Prentiss is going through the three girls' records looking for similarities. She hears the thud of my step and glances up at me, her lips twitching up in a tired smile. Carefully avoiding the multiple stacks of files, I set some coffee down on the table in front of her, receiving a grateful nod of her head. I frown as I slide my eyes around the police station spotting JJ talking to the police chief. "Where's Rossi and Hotch?" I question.

"I don't know where Hotch went, but Rossi's at the dump site with some uniforms going over it for anything we could have missed." She shrugs, grabs the coffee and takes a sip sighing contentedly. "Knowing Hotch, he's probably with Rossi or talking to the families again."

I nod, and giving Reid one last look, I delve into the ocean of files.

Reid POV:

I make a final hesitant circle on the map, and slowly appraise my handiwork. Feeling I had made the right decision, I cap the red marker and dash over to Morgan as quickly as my headache will allow. "Morgan! Where's Hotch?! I need to tell him where the unsub's gonna go next!" I gasp when I reach him, flinching when the volume of my voice causes it to echo in my skull.

Morgan, shocked by my sudden approach, jumps into action, pulling out his cell and speed dialing the unit chief. Morgan doesn't stop for pleasantries, but jumps right in saying, "Hotch Reid found the next dump site." As I wait, desperately trying to push away the pain that is steadily increasing as my heart rate goes up, I watch him make a few affirmative noises then, "Yeah okay, I'll put him on." He holds the phone out to me, and I snatch it from him bringing it quickly to my ear.

"Hotch, he's gonna dump the next body in- . . ." But before I could tell him, every phone in the station went off together and I screamed, the pain in my head ratcheting up several levels and becoming unbearable. I hear Morgan's voice in the back of my mind begging me to tell him what's wrong, but I can't respond because of the jackhammer burying itself deeper and deeper in my skull. The sound of the phones slowly fades out, and after several moments I manage to make out someone saying that another body was found. 'Oh, that explains the phone line blow out. . .' But quite frankly I didn't really care as at that moment my headache reintroduced me to indescribable pain.

Morgan POV:

I swear that I will never be able to rid my memory of the sound of Reid's scream. He had started to tell Hotch where he could expect the next body to be found when every phone in the whole damn place chose that moment to come to life. His scream scared the shit outa me and sent chills through my bones. His beautiful voice being wrenched from his lungs at a dizzying pitch spurred by agony . . . I shiver just remembering the sound.

An officer has just come to tell me the reason for all the chaos; another body's been found. Sighing, I shift a little easing the strain on my ankles. I'm sitting on the floor of the police station, a trembling Reid held tightly in my lap, his thin and shaking hands pressed tightly to his ears. His eyes are squeezed shut, his lips muttering unheard words. Humming softly I look up at Prentiss, her confused and worried eyes meeting mine and understanding immediately. With one last concerned glance at Reid, she quietly walks to the light switch and flicks it off, leaving us bathed in the dim glow coming through the glass walls of the police stations conference room.

Slowly so as not to startle the fragile man in my arms, I reach towards the forgotten cellphone and put it to my ear. "Hey Hotch, sorry 'bout that." My words are said in a low voice, as with my other hand I gently smooth up and down Spencer's back.

"What the hell happened?!" Hotch practically shouts at me, his tone desperate and panicked. I'm a bit taken aback at his desperation, but when I listen closely . . . 'Is that the siren in the background?'

"Hotch do you have the siren on? Never mind that, Reid's fine Hotch; he was starting to have a migraine when the phones went off. They just caused the headache to worsen." Even to me it sounds like a feeble excuse.

"Morgan, I can't just ignore this anymore. Take him to the hospital now!" And with that Hotch hung up. Sighing heavily once more, I lean in close to Reid and whisper gently in his ear, "Come on kid, let's get you to the hospital, yeah?" I start to move him when, to my surprise, he actually responds.

"N-no Morgan! . . . n-not t-t-the hospital . . ." His voice fades, and I think he's just trailed off. But when I reach out to lift his face to mine, his head flops limply against my chest, eyes closed and brow furrowed.

"Pretty boy? Hey kid! Kid?!"

Reid POV:

It's dark . . . and quiet. I like this place . . . no noise or light to make my head hurt, no worry or pain. Maybe I'll stay for awhile . . . yeah, just a little bit . . . just a little . . .

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*GASP!* Cliffhanger. . . sorta ;) Again, sorry about how late the update is, and how short it is . Please 'Reid' and review!