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I just wrote the author's note about thirty seconds prior to writing this chapter so I don't feel like I need to write anything.
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Reid
Once the elevator doors closed, Reid ran as fast as he can. He didn't know where he was going. He ran through the parking lot, passing his car, and into an ally the next street over.
He was sitting on a box with his head in is hands. Tears streaking down his cheeks.
"She's dead. Emily is dead." He kept saying to himself.
"But I know what I saw... Impossible, she's dead." He sat there thinking, trying to come up with a reasonable explanation of what he saw today. "Was it all in my head? She just looked so real... No no no no..."
By now, Reid was pacing around the ally. "I'm going crazy. Am I? No I can't. I'm pass the age window for schizophrenia. I saw Emily today though. Did I?"
With that, he walked out of the ally not realizing that he left his phone on the crate he was sitting on.
He walked over to the nearest liquor store, buying a bottle of whiskey. He was never much of a drinker, but on bad days he wouldn't mind having a sip or two of whiskey.
Once he got out of the liquor store, he started heading towards a place he only went to every once in a while. Everytime he went to that place,he left with tears in his eyes.
After a timely walk, he finally reached the front gates of the place that has caused him so much pain. The cemetery. With about half
the bottle gone he stumbled into the cemetery.
He drunkenly stumbled through the cemetery, going to a familiar headstone. It read, Emily Prentiss.
He fell to his knees, dropping the bottle of whiskey. Fresh tears threatening to fall.
For five minutes he just sat there, staring at the headstone.
Spencer started to speak through his sobs.
"Emily, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for not trying hard enough. I'm also sorry that I've given up so easily. I know that you wouldn't want me to quit so easily, but my worst
fear has become my reality. The team would probably be better off without me holding them down. What use is there for me on the team? All I had was my brain, and now that is started leaving me. I don't want to end up like my mother... I'll see you soon."
And with that, he stood up and walked up a hill of the cemetery.
After about three minutes of stumbling past the graves of others lost loved ones, he finally stopped at a marble headstone. It was evident that no one visited the grave because there were rotted flowers in front of it.
He sat down and leaned his back against a headstone behind him. He held his gun and his badge in his hands. He put his badge and his five year medallion on the headstone in front of him.
Reid sat there for a moment before talking. "Hey baby"
TBC