Reid had gathered some sweats from Morgan's bag in the back of the SUV. Emily had accepted them, along with an oversized FBI t-shirt. She had insisted that she didn't need medical attention, and refused to go the hospital.
They were sitting in the glow of flashing lights. Reid and Morgan flanking Emily on the front steps of the cabin. JJ was sitting below them, and the older men were standing.
"He's really dead?" Emily asked quietly.
"Oh yeah." JJ huffed.
"Who…" Emily's voice trailed off.
"Our boy over there." Morgan tilted his head toward Reid. Emily's expression was alarmed. Things sound worse when you're trying to keep a secret.
"If you are going to continue to refuse medical treatment," Hotch narrowed his eyes at the brunette woman, "Let's go home."