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AN- I had several reviewers who didn't think Emily was belittling Reid's pain when she made the remark about mourning 6 friends as opposed to his one; that their pain was the same. Let me show you the difference.
My aunt has been in the nursing home for over a year now. She had no phone there and I didn't have the money to go visit her. I've had monthly updates about her from another aunt that lived there. (sounding familiar) I've really missed her. I was saving up the money to go see her. My aunt died April 1 (not an April Fool's joke). I've gone from missing her to grieving for her. While before I had the hope of seeing her again, now I'm left with knowing I will never see or speak to her again on this Earth. I can honestly say missing someone dear to you and grieving that person are two totally different feelings. They are nowhere close to the same thing.
Previously on Criminal Minds- Reid fastened his seat belt and settled in for the ride to Rossi's mansion. One of his friends was in his corner and right this moment that's all that mattered.
Reid wearily let himself into his apartment. He shut and locked the door behind him and dropped his keys in the metal tray on top of the shelf next to the door. The young man toed off his shoes and then turned and started shuffling towards his bedroom. After spending the evening baring his soul to Rossi, he wanted nothing more than to sleep for a week. Spencer peeled out his jacket and threw it in the general direction of his couch as he went by. Yawning, he fought to keep his eyes open as he inched towards his waiting bed. He'd almost made it to the hallway when a knock on the door stopped him in his tracks.
Groaning, Reid turned and made the trek back to his door. Glancing through the peephole, he let out a sigh. Standing outside his door was one of the last people he wanted to see. He didn't have the energy to deal with her now. In the state he was in, he was more likely to break down and cry than confront her. The exhausted man leaned against the door while he thought over his options. He could just ignore the knocking and go to bed; talk with her in the morning. That wasn't really an option though. She would keep knocking until either he opened the door and let her in or she woke up everyone in the building. Which only left one thing for him to do. Taking a deep breath, Spencer stood and opened the door. "What is it?" he snapped.
"Well, hello to you, too Handsome" Emily greeted with a smile. Seeing the expression on her friend's face, she let out a sigh. Dropping the smile, she said, "I came to talk to you."
"It's late, Emily." Reid commented.
"I know but I couldn't rest until I made this right." Prentiss told him.
"Just hear me out okay" Emily pleaded. "Let me say my piece and then I'll leave if that's what you want. Promise."
Spencer thought for a minute before nodding his head. "Fine" he agreed. He opened the door so his friend could enter. Once she walked past him, he closed and locked the door. He then followed her to the couch and, after picking up his discarded jacket and setting it on the arm of the sofa, sat down. "What is it you have to tell me that just couldn't wait until morning?"
"I'm sorry." Emily apologized. "I'm sorry about the way things went down with Doyle and about not talking to you and the rest of the team about the danger until it was too late. I'm sorry for having to leave you and make you think I had died. And most of all I'm sorry for hurting you with what I did and said."
Reid nodded but said nothing.
Prentiss let out a sigh before continuing. "I've been doing a lot of thinking since Rossi kicked us out of his mansion and I realized I'd been unfair to you on the jet on the way home. I never should have tried to guilt trip you into coming to the cooking lesson." She explained. "I was just…I was upset that you were angry with me and I couldn't stand it. And I thought if you came to the cooking lesson, we'd be able to talk everything out so I said the first thing that came into my mind that I thought might convince you." She paused for a moment to get her emotions under control. "But it was wrong of me to say that. The pain of missing you guys was nothing compared to what the pain of losing just one of you would be."
"You're right. They're not the same; not even close." Spencer muttered.
"I know and I'm so sorry I made it sound like my pain was worse than yours." Emily said, taking one of Reid's hands in her own. "I just needed you guys with me after all those months apart. And I was a little taken back that you were mad. I mean, I expected Morgan to be pissed at me. Anger is always his go to emotion. But you…I don't think I've seen you truly angry at one of us except for the Owen Savage case. I guess I expected you to be happy like Pen was and when you weren't, I didn't know how to handle it." She stopped and looked her friend straight in the eye. "I know that apologizing doesn't make everything right and that you're still probably really ticked with me. And I want you to know, that's okay. You have the right to be pissed at me for as long as you need to. I just hope that one day you'll be able to forgive me and we can start our friendship over."
Seeing the tears gathering in his strong friend's eyes was too much for the exhausted man. The tears he'd been fighting since she'd started talking began streaming down his face. "I'm trying, Emily. I really am. I just…I don't know if I can get past this." He confided.
Emily took his head in her hands and gently thumbed away his tears. "All I ask is that you try, Handsome" she whispered before kissing his forehead. "I'm going to leave now so you can get some sleep." She lovingly palmed his cheek and then stood and walked to the door. Stopping at the doorway, she looked back at the upset young man. "I want you to know one thing: I will always love you like a brother no matter what you decide." With that, she turned and walked out the door.
Reid stared after her for several minutes. That was not the conversation he had been expecting when he opened the door. Wiping his face with the back of his hand, he got up and trudged over to the window. He watched her walk to her car, get into it, and drive off before shuffling over to the door and locking it. Fisting his eyes, he started for his bedroom once more. He had a lot to think about.