A/N~ I'm sorry. I am so, so, sorry. This takes place during the episode "Legacy". We're almost to season three, folks!

This - and the next few - chapters are rated M. Triggers abound here, so please be careful.

All statistics come from the Association for Safe International Road Travel.

Spencer's P.O.V.

The worst moment of my life came when we were in the middle of delivering a profile to the Kansas City police department.

Up until that point, everything had been perfect. Ariel and I had gone to her last ultrasound together, and we were planning on telling everyone about the baby over the weekend. She was at fourteen weeks now, and you could just barely see the beginnings of a bump. She thought she was going to get huge, but I didn't care. No matter what, she would always be perfect to me.

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We were sitting around the bullpen, looking over the different notes that Detective McGee had made on the missing transients.

"Hey, hey, kid - we do not need a vocabulary lesson right now." Morgan said, and I almost blushed. I was just so happy these days that I honestly didn't know what to do with myself. Most of the time that extra energy was expelled in the form of rambling explanations of facts and statistics - something that my wife thought was adorable most of the time - or… then I really did start to blush as thoughts of… other activities ran through my head.

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We walked into the police department, and an older black man walked over to us. "The BAU." he said, pointing to us.

Gideon nodded. "I'm Jason Gideon." he said, shaking the man's hand before gesturing back at the rest of us. "Agents Morgan, Prentiss, and Dr. Reid."

"Captain Al Wright." the man said, introducing himself. Hotch walked over to us.

"If you, uh, want to get your squad together, Captain, we could start giving the profile." he said.

"Already?" he asked, looking surprised.

"We've been working on it all day." I told him.

"Oh have you now?"

"Just out of an abundance of preparedness, yeah." I replied. I knew that I was being rude, but I didn't really care all that much. This man had been willing to write off the fact that sixty-three people had disappeared.

"Give me a few minutes, guys." he told us before walking off.

Hotch moved closer before saying, "I'm not sure if he's really okay with this, or he's sure we're wrong and wants to see us embarrass ourselves."

As soon as all of the different officers were gathered, we got started.

"We're going to provide a psychological profile of the man we're looking for." Hotch began. "It contains some unusual, specific personality traits that someone out there is bound to recognize."

"Which will make him relatively easy to locate." Gideon continued.

My phone rang, and I answered it automatically, thinking that it was Garcia calling with some information about our UnSub.

But when there was no bubbly voice sounding in my ear as soon as I answered, I asked, "Hello?"

An unfamiliar voice asked hesitantly, "Is this Spencer Reid?"

I could feel my heart drop, even though I had no idea why it did. "Yes, it is." I said, even as I motioned to the others to keep going and left the room.

"This is Dr. Shadia Sheikh - I'm with Saint Elizabeth's Hospital. I'm sorry to inform you that your wife, Ariel, was admitted earlier…there was a car accident..."

The entire world froze for a moment as I processed her words. Although I logically knew that it was impossible, I still could have sworn that the floor had fallen out from under me.

Before I could even think, I was running back into the bullpen area of the police station. "Hotch!" I yelled, interrupting them in the middle of the profile.

"Reid, what the hell are -" I cut off Gideon, not even caring anymore.

"Hotch, I need to go - Ariel…" I stopped then as the full weight of the situation hit me. "Oh, God…"

"Reid." Morgan was immediately standing next to me, his concern written all over his face. "Whats happened?"

"Ariel's been in a car accident." I mumbled, before looking at him in a full on panic. "Morgan, I have to get back to Quantico. Now."

"Of course, kid." Morgan said calmly. "Just breathe, okay? You head to the airport, and I'll get Garcia to get you a ticket on the first plane back."

I nodded, starting to get at least some of my mental facilities back in order. I got up from where I sat - I didn't even remember sitting down, to be honest - and headed for the door.

"Right." I said, and just as I was about to go out the door, JJ called me back.

"And Reid?" she asked. I turned around and looked at her. "Keep us posted."

I gave her a half-hearted smile, and nodded. "I will."

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I made it to the airport and went to the airline counter, shoving several people out of my way. They all started complaining, but I apologized and kept going.

"Excuse me." I said to the woman behind the counter. "There should be a ticket reserved for me - Dr. Spencer Reid?"

She barely even spared me a glance before saying, "I'm sorry, sir, but there are no tickets reserved under that name."

"You haven't even looked!" I said, starting to get angry. I had no idea what kind of condition my wife and child were in, and the not knowing was driving me mad.

She actually looked up from her computer that time, but the bored expression was still fixed to her face. "I'm sorry, sir, but there are no tickets reserved under that name." she repeated.

I didn't even bother to respond to her this time and moved away from the counter as I pulled out my phone and dialed Garcia.

I didn't give her any time to say one of her witty opening remarks. "I thought you were getting me a plane ticket, Garcia." I snapped.

"Well, Reid, its kind of hard to get a ticket when there are none available."

I hung up on her then, and felt guilty for it as soon as I did. None of this was Garcia's fault….

But now I had to figure out how I was going to get back home.

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"Please, let me buy your ticket off of you." I begged one person after another. "I'll give you the full price, plus an extra… three thousand dollars."

Most of the people were looking at me like I was insane, and I didn't blame them - I was a wreck. I was nervous and twitchy, and thousands of different outcomes kept running through my brain, each one worse than the last. It was times like these that I hated my eidetic memory, because now every single crime scene photo involving cars was seen in my mind's eye, and every statistic that I had ever read about automobile accidents was running through my brain.

Nearly 1.3 million people die in road crashes each year, on average 3,287 deaths a day.

An additional 20-50 million are injured or disabled.

More than half of all road traffic deaths occur among young adults ages 15-44.

Finally I just collapsed in a seat, after being told in no uncertain terms to go away for about the thirtieth time.

"Excuse me, dear." someone with a clear British accent asked me. "But why exactly are you so anxious to get on that plane?"

I looked over to see an older woman with short blonde hair and kind brown eyes. She held out a cup of something to me, and I took it without even thinking about it. "Sorry." she said, "But I couldn't help but notice that you looked a bit upset, so I thought I'd get you a cuppa."

"Thank you." I said softly, and took a sip. It was very strong, and very sweet, with just a hint of milk, and I took a second to enjoy the heat settling in my stomach.

"There now, isn't that better?" she asked, and I nodded. "Now then, what seems to be the trouble dear?"

"Its my wife." I told her, and she looked shocked for a moment before I corrected myself. "No, thats not what I meant. My wife's not the trouble - she's in trouble. She was in a car accident back home, and I need to get back there as soon as possible. I just... " I paused for a second to wipe the tears off of my face before continuing. "We're having a baby." I told her softly. "And this is my first real chance at having a family. I just… I don't know what I would do if anything happened to either one of them." I looked at her then, and blushed slightly. "Sorry, I don't know why I'm telling you this."

She smiled at me. "Oh, I don't know, dear." she answered. "Maybe you just needed someone to talk to. I have to admit, it's lovely to hear about a man who is so devoted to his wife - isn't it, dear?" she said, and then I realized that someone was standing over me. He was tall, with curly dark hair and pale eyes.

"Yes, it is." he said absently, and I felt slightly self-conscious as he looked me over. "So tell me, Doctor Reid, why don't you just use your credentials to commandeer someone's ticket?" he asked me suddenly.

I started a bit and felt my hand drift towards my gun. "How do you know who I am?" I asked him suspiciously.

He rolled his eyes at me. "Oh please, don't bother pulling out your gun." he said. "That would be a stupid waste of time. I merely read your identification card." he said, pointing at my chest.

"Right." I said, relaxing slightly. "Sorry about that."

"Its fine." he said, and then held out a ticket to me. "Here. Take it."

I looked at him in shock. "What?" I asked, not comprehending him for a moment.

"Take the ticket." he repeated. "I'm sure that she would offer hers instead, but she's too busy crying right now."

I looked over to the older woman, and the man was right - she was sitting there dabbing at her eyes with a lace-edged handkerchief.

"Thank you." I told him, and started to dig around in my pockets for my wallet. "Here… how much was it?"

"What, the ticket?" he asked, and I nodded. "Don't bother. I can get a new one. Or rather, my brother can."

That statement confused me more than I'd admit, but I ignored it, because that was when they started calling for people to board the plane.

"Thank you so much." I told him again, and he rolled his eyes at me. "Seriously, if there's anything that I can do for you…"

He cut me off there. "There is." he said. "Keep Mrs. Hudson company."

A/N~ So I'm not exactly sure how it happened, but Mrs. Hudson and Sherlock made an appearance. Also, before you guys get too mad - the original plan was ten times worse than what is now going to happen, but I decided that I couldn't do that to you.

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