Hidden life

Troubled teen part three

⚠️ trigger warning it's criminal minds⚠️
After making sure she was okay they made their back to the bullpen, Emily went to her desk and pulled out a bag of pretzels and ate them before Arron called her name. "Prentiss I need your report in my office by thre end of the day." He said looking at Reid who looked at Emily his face soft with worry. "No problem sir I can get to you in an hour!" She called back mouth full of pretzels as she said it.
he nodded and walked to his office again.
"give it to me, I can have it done. Go home rest." Reid suggested. Emily shook her head.
"no Reid I'm fine now." She said jokingly turning on the spot. Reid twists his lips shaking his head but new arguing with her would only make things worse. Emily sat down at her desk and picked up her pen. "Thank you Reid" she said smiling softly. He smiled and nodded.

Everyone was back at the office. J.J. and Penelope were over at the coffee station talking and giggling about something, while Derek was procrastinating his report. While Emily and Reid hang out at his desk as he rambles on about a case a few years ago. That when Reid's phone rang and after hunting up he looked worried. "Reid what's up?" Emily asked getting the attention of the others as Reid grabbed his coat and bag. "Nathans gone missing!" He shouted as he ran to the elevator followed by her and Morgan that running after him.

(Driving through the streets of DC)
"He's gotta be out here, right? Where else would he be?" Reid asked himself. It wasn't long  ago her got the alert that Nathan Harris had gone missing.
"I still can't believe his mother's not out here searching for him." Derek said driving.
"I told her it'd be better if she waited for him at home." He said looking out the window of the car looking for Nathan. "Reid, you know this is not your responsibility." Emily said looking over at Reid for a second.
"It is. I can't explaiN." Reid said feeling off."Well, try me." Derek argued back.
"He knows I understand him."
"Of course you do. You're a profiler." Derek reassured.
"It's more than that." Reid said looking at his hands.
"How?" Emily asked looking at Derek who looked at her through the review mirror.
"I know what it's like to be afraid of your own mind." He said and Derek could see this case was getting to him to much so he changed the subject.
"What's up with hotch today?" Derek asked they all could see that Hotch had been acting off the last few days. "I don't know. Maybe he tied that knot in his tie a little too tight again."
But as Derek went to comment the phone rang he picked up. "Ok. We're on our way.They just found a body." He said looking at Reid who looked liked pale.

(At the crime scene)
Derek, Emily and Reid walked up the short stairs to see Gideon standing looking at the fourth victim layin on the concert floor. "I'd say he's getting bolder." Emily  commented.
Gideon nodded looking up at the two agents. "If it's the same unsub."
"Think it could've been nathan?" Reid asked Gideon worried.
"This k*ll was fast and messy." He commentated.
"There's no cut hair, no message carved." Derek added.
Not to mention k*lling at night. None of it's our unsub's signature." Gideon said.
They turned to see a police officer walk up to them.
"Excuse me, agent.They found the boy you're looking for." They said looking at Reid. "You go I'll stay here with Gideon." Emily said as Derek followed Reid.

(The drive back to the office)
"Reid's got close to this case hasn't he?" Emily asked Gideon as he drove. He nodded. "Yep!" Gideon replied not really in the mood for conversation. Emily picked up on that and shifted in the seat yawning. She rested her head back on the headrest looking out the window, not able to fight the heavyweight of her eyes. Gideon shook his head. Five minutes later though he heard her whimpering, her face contorted in discomfort. "Ian no!" She cried kicking her legs into the side of the car and waking her self up. Heavy breathing confused as to where she was for a second. Gideon just side eyed her as he drove not wanting to pry. But kept a mental note of the name she cried out. Who was Ian to Emily he wondered, from the way he screamed he wasn't a good man. Emily shifted in her chair and k flipped her hair behind her ear not knowing what to say when the car came to a stop outside the office building.