A/N: For any confusion in the last chapter! This chapter ( the second half ) Will clear it up! Thanks for the reviews, favs, follows, etc! It is greatly appreciated!

This chapter is slightly short, but others shouldn't be soooo short!

Spencer didn't want to wake up. The darkness was more than inviting. He noticed that he wasn't on the hard floor he hit when the darkness engulfed him. He was actually somewhat comfortable. His body still ached, but as long as he didn't move, he could handle it. He kept his eyes closed, not wanted to face the dark reality. He tried to suppress the memories as just being a nightmare, but he knew it wasn't.

He slowly opened one eye. Then another. He was surprised that he was met with more darkness. The only difference was that this darkness was not welcoming. He kept his mouth closed. He didn't want to make a sound. He didn't want to alert anyone that he is up, and he didn't want to get his imagination to start working overtime. Now was not the time for his fear of the dark. He still couldn't help but be afraid. He slowly sat up. He winced as he felt a sharp pain shoot everywhere. He still tried his best to remain silent. He didn't know the time, day, or location. He decided that being careful is the right thing to do for now. He couldn't see anything, and his heart began to race as his breathing hitched. Suddenly the door opened and a light appeared. He relaxed slightly. For a second there, he thought he went blind, but that was just his imagination. It really was that dark. The light turned on and Spencer winced from the brightness.

"Hello there," A sweet voice spoke. Spencer knew that voice. He opened his eyes and looked at the one person he trusted. Trust. That one word would forever stab him straight in the heart. He learned to trust a bit more because of the team, but as usual, he was proven wrong. Trust shouldn't be taken lightly for just anyone. Maybe his team can trust others, but he has another addition to why he refuses to.

"You look so hurt," She chuckled. Spencer only looked away. He didn't care if he acted like a five year old. She was most definitely getting the silent treatment. He couldn't trust his own voice anyway.

"You know, I saved your life. The least you can do is say Hi," She sighed as she closed the door.

Spencer couldn't help the look that came across his facial features. Alex giggled.

"You look like a disgruntled kitten, Sweetheart," She smiled playfully. Spencer fixated his glare directly at her. He still didn't want to speak, but sure enough, he believed he didn't resemble a "kitten."

"Okay, okay. My apologies. You don't look like a kitty. Just a very upset five-year old," She smirked. That didn't make Spencer feel much better, but he thought of the current situation and her labeling him as a child wasn't his biggest problem. Just an insulting one. Their eyes met, and Spencer looked down. He didn't want to look into her eyes.

"So this one-sided conversation is working on my nerves. How old are you? Stop with the silent treatment. We should act like adults," Alex snapped.

Somehow, Reid felt a flash of annoyance from her remark.

"Adults? You want to act like an adult? Adults don't exactly pretend to care for someone just to kidnap them later on!" Spencer ranted. Alex couldn't contain her giggle.

"Do you always get so... flustered when you get upset?" She questioned as she sat on the edge of the bed. Spencer would've moved away, but the aching prevented it.

"How long were you planning this?" Spencer questioned quietly.

"No way! I'm not answering your question until you answer mine," Alex said while raising an eyebrow. Spencer looked at her in slight shock. 'Did she really expect me to answer that?' Spencer thought. When she fixated her eyes on him, Spencer knew the answer.

"My answer is yes. Now answer mine," Spencer said. He didn't really care about the answer he gave. He just said something so he could get an answer to his question. Alex just sighed and rolled her eyes.

"Spencer, you're not dead," Alex said softly.

"I didn't ask about my life. I asked how long were you planning this," Spencer reiterated.

She huffed in annoyance.

"You want the truth, but the truth hurts. This has been planned for about four years," Alex smiled sweetly. Spencer stared at her in disbelief. He couldn't see it. She said she went to John Hopkins. That was in Maryland.

"What? How?" Spencer asked in confusion.

"Nope. My turn," Alex redirected. Spencer nodded giving her the floor.

"Is JJ the other woman?" Alex asked and Spencer continued to stare at her in confusion. He couldn't see why she would've cared when she was planning on killing him anyways. Spencer decided to answer her question though. He hoped that it would give him a much longer time.

"There is no on else. Now answer my question. I thought you just graduated from John Hopkins," Spencer said with a frown.

"Okay, so I told a little white lie. I'm not medically certified, but when you have such talented friends and family, anything is possible. I don't necessarily deal with idiots. I mean, yeah, I'll help them out when I think they need some of my brilliance, but they can't help me. They just pay me back," Alex shrugged. "Now, I'm tired of this question and answer thing. I don't have much time to keep you alive. So, I want to play a little game. I won't lay a hand on you, I promise," She smiled menacingly.

Somehow, that didn't make him feel relieved. He gulped as she walked out of the room. The light automatically shut off and he was left back into the darkness.

They couldn't sleep so they decided to talk about the case. They didn't understand how any of it turned on Reid. They could read Reid like a book, they knew he wouldn't actually kill someone. They knew he wasn't a serial killer. They looked at all the information they had. Morgan was the first to speak.

"Is the team full of rookies?" He questioned. All eyes turned to him.

"I mean, most people wouldn't put the blame on a fellow agent," Morgan said looking around.

"Well, it could be just a theory," Prentiss suggested.

"No Swanson really emphasized that Reid was the UnSub," JJ sighed tiredly.

"Anything you want to say Hotch," Rossi said while raising an eyebrow.

"I personally think that we need to look at it from their angle," Hotch said leaning back on the couch.

"What angle? They just labeled Reid as a killer!" Morgan shouted causing JJ to jump.

"Think about it. They don't know Reid like we do. Reid has certain characteristics that make him appear like a serial killer," Hotch said calmly.

"Oh, really? Enlighten us," Morgan said sarcastically.

"He's highly intelligent. Not the best childhood upbringing. Absent father figure. Low social IQ. Tidy. Has a daily schedule. Emotionally abused. His entire backstory rivals most of our UnSubs. It wouldn't be the first time the bureau had a dirty agent," Hotch listed.

"But Reid didn't do anything. He may not have the best childhood, but he overcame all of it," JJ defended.

"That is true. But, you have to know Reid in order to be sure about that. There's just physical evidence on Dale that would make them believe Reid killed him. Perhaps they're being rushed. Maybe Strauss gave them a deadline as well," Rossi suggested.

"Well blaming Reid isn't going to give them more time," Prentiss frowned at the thought.

"I honestly don't know. I want to call Strauss, but it is late," Hotch frowned as well.

"Who cares. No body attacks our team and gets to sleep," Morgan growled. Hotch thought for a second and pulled out his phone. He walked towards the bedroom and dialed Strauss' number.

Ring.

Ring.

Ring.

Ring.

"Yes, Aaron," A tired Strauss answered the phone.

"You know this is about Reid," Hotch stated roughly.

"Look Aaron-"

"No you look," Hotch interrupted. "Reid is not our UnSub. I don't know why you would believe Swanson and his Unit over us. We have worked with Dr. Reid for almost seven years-"

"Agent Hotchner. You have never listened to me. I tried to ignore as best I could, but when other Units are calling me because you and your team is stomping all over the crime scenes, I have to take action. You're a headstrong leader. You always attack the problem head on. Why don't you settle for something a little less invasive. Like, I don't know, sneaking around. You have been forcing me to take action. Now, I'm not trying to be mean, but ask your younger agents about sneaking around, They are sneaky little bastards that rival my children," Strauss finished.

"What about Reid being the UnSub?" Hotch questioned.

"That is Swanson's latest theory. They do things slightly different from your team. They will hold Dr. Reid accountable until they have more evidence. They only have the files from him going missing and forwards. You should share notes. Otherwise, leave them to their job. Now get some rest. Don't call me so late or else you will be fired," Strauss said as she finally hung up.

Hotch couldn't keep the grin off his face. It was all making a bit more sense. Although Strauss had called him old, he couldn't find a reason to dread.

He walked back into the room where the other agents were waiting patiently for the update.

"So...?" Prentiss prompted.

"What do you all know about espionage?" Hotch said. His face as smooth as stone.

They looked at him in confusion and a miracle happened.

He smiled as he relayed the information.

A/N: So... Reid has his questions as trust is officially broken (not between him and his team... Between him and Alex)

Alex is sort of being a jerkkkk...

Strauss finally looks more like a protagonist! (or ally.. Whichever you'd prefer to call it.)

They discussed Swanson's beliefs (Of course it is their theory since hey don't exactly know Dr. Reid.. (he is rather twitchy sometimes))

*** I hope it cleared up a bit of the confusion! ********* Sometimes we get excited and jump to conclusion.. (that's what happened)

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I plan on updating in a few hourssssss! More Reid, now that he's up!