Trust me not

by AleighPhant

When Spencer Reid returns to the BAU after an undercover mission to New York, he still struggles to trust his team. Just when he begins to regret his decision to return to the BAU, he recieves a disturbing phonecall that will pull him back into the world of his undercover partner, Jessica Fitzgerald. Can Reid solve the clues and bring her back or will he be forced to ask for help.

7. Chapter 7

Hotch:

He continued to the chief officers office and once he told him that his team were done, and he could arrest the unsub, he went to get his team. They were still looking lifeless and depressed. This was enough. They had to be on the top of their game and the only way to do that was to confront Reid and get him to talk to them. He entered the conference room.

"Wheels up in 30" The team looked up at his words and each of them nodded. Hotch was sure his team still had some vacation time, so he left the conference room, pulled out his phone and dialled Strauss. Strauss confirmed the vacation time but told him that they were only allowed to use 2 weeks of it because the other team had already asked for vacation time in two weeks, and she couldn't have two teams off work.

They finished their conversation and then Hotch thanked her and flipped his phone shut. Seeing his team trailing lazily out of the conference room, he spoke up.

"Change of plans! We are going to a Hotel for tonight. First thing tomorrow we will head to New York"

Confused looks were shot in his direction, but then it dawned on them. They were going to find Reid. The confused looks evaporated, and were replaced with determined smiles. They were getting their genius back.

The hotel was just like any others that they had stayed at over their years in the FBI. It was not too shabby, but was also not over the top. It was nice. Hotch went to the desk to collect their keys after telling the woman at the desk that the FBI had already booked and payed for their rooms. He and Strauss had organised for the FBI to book the rooms before they hung up. After a long case, the whole team was exhausted, and add the stress of Reid's disappearance, they just wanted to go to bed and relax.

Hotch and the rest of the team made their way over to the elevator and piled in one by one. As soon as Morgan stepped into the metal box, a memory hit him like a ton of bricks.

He and Reid were in an elevator while on a case. Hotch had opted to take the stairs. Suddenly the elevator jolted and came to a stop, nearly knocking himself and Reid to the ground. Morgan could swear he saw his life flash before his eyes. He started pushing the button on the front of the elevator while Reid spouted out statistics about annual elevator accidents and deaths. The whole time an alarm was going off and Morgan felt like he should take out his phone and call his family to say goodbye. He shut his eyes "No no no no no no not today!" Reid was cowering against the wall of the elevator looking like a lost puppy when the elevator jolted once more and started moving again. As soon as the elevator doors opened, both agents bolted out of the elevator straight into Hotch who was annoyingly calm considering two of his agents had been in the elevator while an alarm was blaring. "You okay?" He asked. Morgan could swear he saw a smirk on his face, although anyone who wasn't a profiler wouldn't be able to see it.

Morgan flashed back to reality. He looked up, his eyes slightly wetter than they had been before his flashback. The whole team was staring at him. Damn it, how long had he been standing there with a blank expression. "You okay?" Hotch spoke up. Morgan flinched at those words, the exact words he had spoken on the day of his flashback.

"Uh.. Yeh… yeh I'm fine… lets go" he murmured. He turned around and pushed the button that would bring them to the fifth floor, and shut his eyes. He could feel the teams eyes still focused on him, but he didn't really care. Just being in an elevator was making him feel nostalgic and he didn't like it. The journey to the fifth floor was short and as soon as the doors opened, he exited and made his way to his room.

Hotch watched as Morgan shot out of the elevator. There was something troubling him and he was nearly certain that it was something to do with Reid. He inwardly sighed and looked at his other agents who had a look of confusion on their faces. That expression was making frequent appearances within their team recently. He told them to go and get some rest and that they would be leaving for New York at 7:00 tomorrow morning. As the team separated at the doors of their rooms, Hotch began to make his way to Morgan's room. He was just outside the door and had his and raised in a fist ready to knock, when he decided against it. After Morgan snapped out of his trance in the elevator, Hotch could swear he saw tears threatening to blow his tough demeanour, and Morgan wouldn't want anyone to see him at his weakest, especially not his boss. He dropped his arm in defeat and went to his own room. When he was safely in the privacy of his hotel room, he flopped onto the bed and lay there with his eyes shut, thinking. He was laying there for 20 minutes trying to think of what could have triggered Morgan's change of behaviour, when it finally hit him.

"Damn it! How could I be so stupid!" Hotch scolded himself. He had remembered the elevator incident. He sat up and pushed himself of the bed, mentally scolding himself for not knowing what effect this whole Reid thing would take on Morgan. They were best friends. He stood there for 10 more minutes before he resigned himself to his bed and decided that there was nothing he could do until the team arrived in New York.