Hey everyone! Sorry for the very very short chapter. This is my attempt of jump starting myself. It's probably not the best of my work, but i'm trying to work on it.
Please let me know how i'm doing and what I could improve on.
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I do not own Criminal Minds or any of the characters.
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Prentiss
Prentiss was out driving around trying to find Reid. Her heart was pounding fast, tears were threatening to fall out of the corner of her eyes. She couldn't get Reid's terrified face out of her head.
"Come on Reid, where are you?" She kept whispering to herself.
The first place she went was his apartment. She got to his door and tried to let herself in, but of course, it was locked. She knocked about three times until she lost her patience. Every knock brought her deeper and deeper into worry. She went to the front desk of his apartment building.
"Excuse me," Prentiss unknowingly shouted to the doorman, "Would you happen to know if Dr. Spencer Reid is home? He lives on the second floor, room two."
"Sorry ma'am, he left for work about an hour ago. Is there something wrong?" The elderly man asked, showing a hint of worry in his expression.
Prentiss pulled out a business card and handed it to the man, "Could you just call me if he shows up please?" And speedily walked out.
Prentiss got into her SUV and slammed the door. She was upset. Angry. Disappointed. She wasn't upset or angry or disappointed at anyone. Only herself.
Thoughts like, "Why couldn't I just come out and tell the truth? Why couldn't I just stay away? What have I done?" Kept popping into her head.
After a few moments, she pulled herself together. "I know why I couldn't tell the team or come back. I know why I had to come back now." She thought to herself to try to help pull herself together. With that, she started the SUV and pulled off. There was only one other place she could think of where he would be.
Her grave.