A/N Hey there friend. So I was reading through the last chapter to see if it came out alright, but there are some formatting errors. Anyways, please review and tell me how you like this chapter. Let the drama begin!

We decided to stay the night in Miami, seeing as it wasn't until nine o'clock that he was brought in, and I wasn't feeling well. There's a little internet cafe by the hotel where we're staying. After I was sure everyone was asleep, I came to the cafe and hooked up my laptop. I've been here for about three hours, typing all sorts of stuff, mostly psychology notes.
"Can I get you anything?" the waitress, whose name tag calls her Sandy, asks.
"Just coffee, thank you."
I should probably head back soon, because I'll be with profilers all morning and I think they'll be able to tell I haven't slept. Sandy drops off my coffee and smiles at me.
"Carter?"
I look up from my laptop and see Derek. "Good morning."
"What the hell are you doing here girl?"
I look back at my laptop and take a sip of coffee. "I couldn't sleep."
"How long have you been here?" he shakes his head.
"What time is it?" I smile. "Come sit!"
"I'm only here to get breakfast. Rossi's looking for you and it's wheels up at seven."
"In the morning?" he shakes his head. "Tell him I'm here, I don't really want to go back to the hotel."
"I will," he says as he walks out. "And Carter, good job."

The view is amazing up here. I'very never really been a big fan of flying, but this is pretty great. About half of the team is asleep, which is strange since they slept half the day in the hotel. The only people awake are Aaron, Spencer and I.
"I heard you were at the cafe early this morning, when did you head out?" Aaron asks.
"Probably around five," he looks at me strangely. "Okay eleven-ish."
"When you were sure everyone was asleep." I nod. "And why weren't you asleep?"
"My meds are at home," I look around. "Is there a coffee machine?"
"How much coffee have you had today?" Spencer asks.
"Eleven and a half."
"It's over there," he points.
I hear Aaron talking to him on the way there. "Why would you let a seventeen year old who's had eleven and a half cups of coffee have more coffee?"
"I've had thirteen."

My dear friend Emily can be a pain in my ass sometimes. She had this great idea, you see. She said, "I say, everyone should just crash with whoever live closest." So not fair. I live about two miles from the building. I tried to protest, I even called for a rain check. But, long story short, everyone who doesn't have kids is now on their way to my house. I got the lucky straw and rode with Morgan.
"So, your parents aren't gonna mind a bunch of FBI agents staying the night?"
"My father would be ecstatic, my mother would have a panic attack, luckily, I don't live with either of them."
"So, what, you live with your grandparents or something?"
"I, as of earlier this year, am no longer in need of or in the care of a legal guardian," I say, and he looks at me strangely. "I'm emancipated."
"Got your very own place? Lucky girl."
"Not my very own, I do share it with a couple friends."
"Who?" he squints.
"You're not allergic to cats are you?" He shakes his head. "What about dogs?" He shakes his head again. "Then I think you'll get along fine."

"Stand back," I tell them as I open my door.
A golden retriever bounds through the hallway and knocks my over. He licks my face like a million times before he realizes we have company.
"This is Bo, he's my baby. And that," I point to a large grey cat, "is Ollie, whom as far as my mother knows, is my boyfriend." I walk into the kitchen and open a closet. Inside is a trash can, grocery bags, and one huge bag of dog food. I pick up both bowls and pour food in them, then put the down. "Make yourselves at home. Livingroom is over there, bathroom is down the hall to the left, and the fridge is right there." I press a button on the coffee machine and wait for the water to heat up. "And coffee is almost ready."
"How can you drink coffee at eight PM?" Emily shakes her head.
I open a cupboard above the stove and take out four orange bottles.
"Watcha got there?" Morgan asks.
"Ambien, Celexa, Dilor and Invega." I really hope they don't know what they're for.
"So that's insomnia, anxiety, asthma," Reid starts. I look at him and practically beg him not to tell them the last one.
"And?" Morgan asks.
"I don't know." Reid swallows.
"What?" Emily doesn't believe him. Of course she doesn't, he knows everything. "What's it for, Em?"
I take them all and shake my head. "That's personal."
"Em, you can trust me." I shake my head again and Morgan grabs the bottle out of my hand.
"It doesn't say what it's for on the bottle Morgan." Reid tries to take it from him.
"What is the big deal here?" he asks as he gives it back to me.
I nod at Reid as I put the bottle back in the cupboard. "It's used, uhm, it's commonly prescribed for mental or mood disorders such as schizophrenia or schizoaffective disorder." He says, staring at his feet.
"Em are you saying you have schizophrenia?" Emily asks.
"Well," I rub the back of my head subconsciously. "I take all my meds and I'm fine, so—"
"Emily Patience Carter you left your medication at home when we were in Miami. Do you know how dangerous it is for you to be out in the field like that?"
"Shhhhhh, don't be so loud. Bo doesn't like when people yell."
"Do not try to distract me. If I could ground you! Wait until your mother hears about this."
"My mom couldn't care less Emily, this is something we know." I say, stifling a yawn.
"You are staying with me until I can get ahold of your mother." She says, pacing.
"You won't be able to do that," I yawn. "She's indispensable at the moment."
"What do you mean?" Morgan asks.
"I mean, Morgan, that my mother can't currently see anyone albeit behind glass." He still looks confused.
"I think she means her mom is in prison," Reid says.
"One point for boy genius!" I smile, taking a sip of coffee.
Emily starts laughing like crazy, "Did you just a take a sleeping pill and then drink coffee?"
"What have I done with my life," I laugh. Soon, we're all really quiet. "What time is it?" I whisper.
"Like nine thirty."
"Let's watch TV."

When I woke up, Emily was taking pictures. I thought it was kind of creepy until I realized how Reid, Morgan and I had fell asleep. I had my head in Reid's lap, while Morgan's head was on my shoulder.
"Em," she whispers. "Happy birthday!"