Chapter 43

I don't own Criminal minds. This one was quite hard to write so I hope it isn't too confusing.

I seemed to awake. All the pain was gone. All my worries had gone. It seemed all the bad things in my head had disappeared. It actually seemed like everything had gone.

I was in a glowing white place. There were no doors or windows but there were no walls. There was nothing there. It was only me in a clean striped shirt, my favourite brown trousers, my black converse and a black tie.

I couldn't see any imperfections in what I was wearing. I must have looked perfect. "This wasn't what I was wearing a couple of moments ago." I whispered to myself.

"That's because you're not where you were a couple of moments ago." A familiar voice whispered in my ear. I couldn't believe whose voice it was.

"I thought you were dead," I said as I turned to face him.

"I am, pretty boy!" He whispered back.

"Please don't do this on me Reid. Please!" Garcia's voice went up as she pleaded with my body to come back to her.

"Help me please. Anyone!" She shouted but no-one seemed to hear. No-one was in the room.

She didn't want to leave me but she knew she had to get help. "Please, help!" She shouted as she broke down into tears. Tears that hurt so much, she couldn't believe that she would have to watch me die.

She felt powerless. She was powerless. She didn't know what to do but she could leave me. "Please, Reid. Don't die on me!" She pleaded before her tears broke down all her ability of speech.

"Morgan, I can't be," I paused. I couldn't be dead. I just couldn't be.

"I can prove it pretty boy." Morgan turned towards me. He looked perfect. He was wearing a black v top and a dark pair of jeans. He was wearing a pair of black trainers. He took my hand and whispered "Follow me," I followed him to a park bench. He sat down first and patted the seat next to him. I assumed he wanted me to sit down so I did.

"Pretty boy, I know this will seem a bit weird what will happen in the next few moments but trust me it will be alright. Don't worry, I will be back soon. I will talk to you more, afterwards."

He walked off the bench and before I could even get up I felt the bench go backwards. The backwards speed seemed to pull me against the bench.

Suddenly the bench stopped. I saw a park like area. It had lovely green grass and trees and flowers seemed to grow freely. It was beautiful.

I looked over to my left and saw Maeve. "Now Spencer, I know what you are thinking. Yes, I am dead and at the moment you are just holding onto life." She said as I looked at her.

She had a pretty flowery dress on and white sandals on. Her hair was perfectly curled and looked so pretty.

"Where am I?" I asked. This seemed so weird. This wasn't supposed to happen. I didn't know where I was but I was with the ones I loved who were dead.

"You are in the place which is half way between life and death. At the moment you can choose where you want to be. If you look over there (she pointed to a blond haired woman who had her head engrossed in a book) you will see your mum…"

My mum was a little way away but she waved at me and finally looked happy. I could see it on her face even though she was about 50 metres away.

"Is this the place where everyone is happy?" I joked as I saw Maeve's face drop a little.

"Not everyone is truly happy here." She got up and dragged me up with her.

"I'll show you someone who's not truly happy being here." She said as she dragged my feet along the ground.

This was the best place to be. I could bet whatever you wanted you could have other than a relative who was still alive. This was the best place ever!

'How could someone not like this!' I thought to myself. But of course there had always had to be one person who didn't like near perfection!