Questions

As the others left the room Reid looked from Prentiss to Garton and back again. He would never openly question Hotch's decisions, in fact he never remembered even thinking about questioning him before, but what was he thinking leaving him alone in a room with these two looking like they were about to kill.

"Coffee?" he offered as he got up to get himself a cup. Prentiss broke the stare and shook her head as she started to gather the files near her. He could tell she was furious still, which he didn't fully understand. Amy had stated believable assumption of what the victims may be feeling, though he wanted a word with her too as he knew something was up and she wasn't going to avoid his questions for much longer.

"Amy?" he tried to get a response to his earlier offer of coffee.

"No thanks; if no-one minds can I take the first sleep shift? I don't know what's up with me right now, sorry." Reid wasn't sure if that was a generic apology for the way she was behaving or a crap attempt at apologising to Emily. Either way, even by Amy's apology standards, it was poor.

"Fine by me; Emily?" Reid looked over towards Prentiss who was now studying the photos JJ had put up earlier.

"Yeah, fine." She didn't even turn to acknowledge the conversation. Garton left the room and went through to the office next door and sat down on the couch.

"Emily," Reid said softly as he came up behind her "you ok?" his eyes questioning her deeply. She couldn't meet his eyes as she nodded slowly. She didn't know why Garton's comments had got to her so much but they had. "I'm sorry about Amy, something's up at the moment, I don't know what but she's not normally like this . . ." his voice trailed off, he felt the need to apologise for her, even though he wasn't sure what for exactly. I don't think anyone in the room really knew what had happened between the two of them. He wasn't sure they even knew.

"Where shall we start?" Prentiss asked as she grabbed a glass of water and sat down at the table.

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"You coming?" JJ chirped as she passed Rossi on the landing above the field office bullpen, oblivious to the frank exchange he had just had with Hotch. She headed towards one of the offices further down the landing, to request support. Rossi followed, but kept looking over his shoulder, back at the conference room they had been using. JJ knocked then entered, Rossi chose to wait outside leaning back against the railing. He knew he should be in with her but he wanted to know what was happening with Prentiss and Garton. He was just considering going back when the door opened and Amy left the room and entered the office next door. Rossi paused for a moment then decided to go and talk to her.

"You OK kid?" Rossi stood in the doorway of the dark office. Amy was sat on the couch her head in her hands.

"Mmm" came the mumbled reply. He went in and sat next to her. She looked up, even in the dark he could see she had that same blank expression from earlier.

"You may have noticed I'm not the world's greatest team player" Rossi spoke gently "But these guys have started to win me round. Trust them, talk to them, they'll understand. We've all had our secrets but they don't remain hidden forever, not in a room full of profilers." Amy continued to look at him blankly as a tear slipped slowly down her cheek.

"How do I tell a room full of strangers what happened to me when I can't even tell Spence? Returning to the U.S. was to be my fresh start; the past was going to stay where it belonged, in the past. I was out of all this. I was going into lecturing – theory not practice." Her voice was calm and steady but David could tell Amy was seething inside; coldly she looked him directly in the eyes. "That was until you and Hotch talked me into this and foolishly I believed you, believed I could do this. What if I can't?" Amy's voice started to falter as her gaze returned to the ground. David wanted to pull her into a hug but couldn't, instead he left her alone.

"There you are." JJ called as he walked out of the office closing the door behind. "I've been looking for you, we're ready to go. Prentiss is going to make the extra calls for me before it gets too late. You OK?" JJ paused as she noticed the strained look on his face. Rossi nodded then carried on towards the main door. What is it with everyone today? JJ thought.

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Morgan had willingly taken the wheel of the SUV and as he glanced over at his boss he knew he'd made the right decision. Hotch was far too occupied to concentrate on driving. He was itching to ask Hotch a barrage of questions but knew better then to push when he was in this mood.

"Garcia was going to take a break and get some sleep, but was staying in the office so we can call if we need her."

"Mmm" Hotch barley acknowledged Morgan's comment.

"Think she was secretly worried that if she kept going and got to tired that she'd end up as ratty as Prentiss and Garton."

"Mmm", Morgan could tell Hotch wasn't truly listening.

"Though Garcia reckoned it was PMT and nothing more serious."

"Mmm" now Morgan knew Hotch wasn't listening.

"Hotch" he yelled.

"Yes", finally Hotch turned towards Morgan.

"Is there something about Garton we need to know?" Though Morgan was quick to defend his right to keep his life private he didn't like secrets and surprises when it came to the team.

"No." Well isn't he chatty this evening Morgan thought.

"Don't get me wrong, I like her, but what went down between her and Prentiss tonight? We're a good team we don't need someone who is going to unsettle that." Morgan tried again to get his questions answered.

"It was probably PMT as Garcia said." So he was listening Morgan smirked "You want to ask them?" Hotch questioned.

"Nope." Morgan knew that Hotch was not going to answer his questions. "So do you think she is dead?"

"Don't you?" Hotch didn't want to talk, he needed to think and he'd hoped the long drive out to the fourth address would give him the opportunity.

"Guess so, the odds are not in her favour."

"If you don't mind I'll get some sleep. Wake me if you want me to drive." Hotch didn't intend sleeping but he didn't intend talking either. He closed his eyes before Morgan answered. His mind racing as he recapped the facts and their conclusions. What had they missed?

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When Garton walked back into the conference room she felt crap. The last two hours 'sleep' (if that's want you could call it) had been riddled with nightmares, images flashed though her mind, memories she thought she had suppressed. She looked from Reid to Prentiss, they looked worse than she felt. She slumped down in a seat next to Reid.

"Miss anything?"

"We haven't found a dead body if that's what you mean?" Prentiss answered snidely. Garton looked up; she'd hoped that Prentiss would have forgiven her by now.

"Why don't you take the next two hours Emily?" Reid was quick to try and defuse the situation. "I've drunk enough coffee to last another two hours." She finally looked up from her laptop.

"OK" Prentiss stood, making her way towards the door. She had to admit she was feeling worse than she'd previously liked to admit to herself. The door shut slowly behind her and Garton turned to Reid.

"Want to update me then we can choose where we go from now. Want a coffee?" Garton was already half way over to make one for herself.

"Yes please and some answers would be good too."

"Well if I had all the answers we wouldn't be sat up all night trying to figure this out now would we." Amy returned to the table.

"You'll have the answer to this, it's just if you're willing to talk about it or be typically stubborn you. What is going on? Since we have started this case you have been snapping at everyone and that only means one thing with you. You are on the defensive and have things you want to hide. Don't forget I know you, I know what you're like. Talk to me Amy, please, I can help if you let me."

Amy was silent looking at the ground. "Not now Spence. When the case is over we'll talk but I can't do it now."