Chapter 51

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We arrived in Quantico when on Thursday afternoon.

We had arrived earlier than expected but we had drove all through the night.

Garcia and Rossi would alternate who drove about every 7 hours while I just sat in the back trying to sort out the mess I called my brain.

We stopped a couple of times for food but mostly we were just driving along.

Garcia talked but I don't remember most of it. I wasn't really listening. I sort of just nodded along and tried to smile while my brain was trying to sort itself out.

I fell asleep about halfway into the journey but nothing seemed to go away.

My brain was in pieces and I felt ill from the sadness.

I couldn't wait till we got out of the country.

Hopefully a change of scenery and a change of weather would help me. Maybe all I needed to do was get away from all this death and destruction of my loved ones. Maybe I needed some time to forget.

Although I knew forgetting would be impossible. One of the many downsides of an eidetic memory I suppose.

Rossi was driving when we reached Quantico.

Me and Garcia were both wanted by cops.

I couldn't wait until we got on a plane out of this country honestly. I looked outside the window to see the familiar outside of my apartment building.

I hadn't been inside for what seemed like forever but I knew it was only a couple of weeks ago I last walked out of it. That fateful day… huh.

It seemed familiar but so unfamiliar at the same time.

Garcia and I got out of the SUV as Rossi waited in the driver's seat. I knew it had been hard on him, these past few days. Hotch had died, Morgan was dead and he knew Garcia and I weren't the same people. Undoubtedly the BAU would never be the same even if they didn't just shut down the unit.

Rossi had to be the strong one since Hotch died. He was the leader now even if he didn't want to be.

Me and Garcia ran up the stairs to my apartment and I opened the front door.

It seemed really odd. The apartment wasn't exactly the way I left it. I could see the small pile of letter's collecting behind my front door and a small layer of dust collecting on most of my furniture but something was different. I don't know what but something was up.

Garcia broke the silence by saying "Reid, we have to go in about quarter of an hour's time. You best start packing the stuff you really want to take." I nodded and headed to my bedroom. I knew something was up but I didn't know what so began to pack my clothes and other stuff into a suitcase.

Whilst packing my suitcase I looked around the room to see if anything was out of was. It must have been my brain tricking me. I just ignored the feeling and continued to pack my stuff.

I grabbed a carry on holdall and put the pictures I kept on my bedside cabinets inside.

I emptied the draws of the cabinets too. They were full of pictures and other little gifts from the team.

It was sort of sad seeing them as I was never going to see most of them again.

It dawned on me that, I was going to leave left Henry without a godfather and leave Rossi, JJ and Blake without a friend and college. I was going to leave a huge mess for them to clean up. I was not going to be able to come back here. It was goodbye to my apartment and goodbye to my life as Dr Spencer Reid.