"So you wrote the note," Reid asked looking at Emma, after she explained what she did. "Why?"
"I'm really sorry," Emma apologized.
"I don't believe you are," Reid stated.
In that moment, Emma's personality went from remorseful to down-right murderous.
"Now what makes you say that, Dr. Reid," Emma asked.
Reid noticed the sudden behavior change, and knew he was in danger at this point, it didn't matter the girls age. He had to think of a way to get him self out of the situation and quickly.
He looked down the hall and took note of how close Allison's room was from him. His daughter and Morgan were within hearing range still.
"When asked if you wrote the note, you didn't confess. You apologized. A person who feels guilty would confess and then apologize," Reid informed.
"I already confessed to that daughter of yours. Why should I repeat myself to someone who is just some hired geek in the FBI," Emma retorted as she pulled out a pocket knife. "Nate wasn't supposed to fall for Allison. He was supposed to fall for me, the lonesome girl who just lost her boyfriend to suicide. But the tragic thing is that Lavarious didn't commit suicide. I killed him."
Morgan and Allison sat in silence as they unknowingly decided to listen to the conversation in the living room.
Morgan started paying closer attention when he noticed the change in Emma's tone of voice.
When he heard Reid start talking, he noticed that te facts weren't right.
He pulled out the gun that was still holstered to his hip and put it behind his back as he head for the bedroom door.
Allison watched Morgan's action in silence, while she listened in on the conversation.
Morgan opened the door and walked out of the room like everything was okay.
It didn't take long for Reid and Emma to take notice of Morgan.
"Everything okay in here," Morgan asked casually.
Emma quickly put the knife back and said, "Everything just fine. Right Dr. Reid."
Reid stared into the young teenagers eyes and said, "No."
That's when Emma lunged at Reid, with the knife in hand.
Reid quickly deflected the blade with his hand, as a shot rang out in the small apartment.
Morgan kept his gun trained on Emma as he moved in on her. He had hit her in the leg, but knew she could still get to Reid.
Morgan quickly kicked the knife that had fallen from her hand, as she cut Reid's hand, away. After making sure she was disarmed and was going anywhere, he holstered his gun and went over to Reid to make sure he was okay.
"Had bad did she get you, Reid," Morgan asked when he saw the blood dripping from his best friend cut hand.
"She cut my hand pretty deep," Reid replied as he wrapped his hand in the the jacket he had been wearing. "Nothing a dozen or so stitches can't fix. Where's Allison?"
"Her room. She's safe. Don't worry," Morgan stated as he took out his cellphone and dialed 911. "I'm going to get police and medics here."
Reid was far from listening. Once he had his hand wrapped up in his jacket, tightly, he went to Allison's room.
Allison sat on her bed as she heard the gunshot. She was to terrified to scream, because she didn't know who pulled the trigger.
A couple of minutes passed, then her dad came into her room.
She noticed the blood soaked jacket covering his left hand, and quickly realized that he had been injured.
"What happened," Allison asked.
"Emma had a knife, came at me and Morgan shot her," Reid replied as he moved closer to his daughter.
"Is she dead," Allison asked.
"No she got hit the leg. She'll be fine," Reid said thankful that there wasn't dead body in the apartment, for his daughter to have to see.
"And you," Allison asked.
"I'm fine. Just a cut on the hand," Reid assured, as he sat down next to Allison.
"Are we going to move now," Allison asked.
"Why would you ask that," Reid questioned.
"This place won't be the same now that it's had blood spilt on to the floor. We'll never be able to look at it the same way again," Allison replied.
"You don't know that. With time we'll forget the blood that got spilled and move on," Reid explained.
Just then Morgan came in and said, "Local PD and medics just arrived."
Reid sat on a hospital bed in the Emergency Room, getting stitches in his hand, while Allison sat next to him, but looked away from what was happening. The sight of real blood made her feel sick. The fact that it was her dad's made her feel even sicker.
Reid decided to lighten the mood, by taking in interest in his daughter's favorite show.
"You can watch LA Crime all day and not get sick with bloody scenes, but you still get sick at the sight of blood," Reid stated. "Explain that to me."
"The blood on the show isn't real. This is," Allison replied. "How do you looked at dead bodies, crime scene photos and bloodied victims every week?"
"I've been doing my job for almost ten years now. I guess I'm just used to it. That and I learned early on not to go time a crime scene on a full stomach," Reid explained, as he watched the nurse, begin wrapping gauze around his hand and wrist. "But I will tell you my first year was pretty hard when it came to the bodies. I would spend most nights in some hotel room bathroom, sick."
Allison looked at him and asked, "Really?"
"If you don't believe me, ask Morgan or Hotch. They'll tell you about the very first bloody crime scene I went to," Reid challenged.
"Now why would I go and do that," Allison asked. "You already know that I care nothing for the past."
"So you'll be able to move on from this," Reid asked.
"Given time and a great support system from my dad, yes," Allison stated.
"That's good to know," Reid said, as he pulled his daughter into a hug.
Author's Note: Okay confession time, I wanted to have Emma know about Maeve and use it against Reid, but I couldn't do that, knowing how raw we all are from that episode. But I promise that if I ever bring Maeve up, that it will be in a good way, and not through some psycho I put in here.