I honestly cannot believe the reviews I received on 'Everything We Had.' I just wrote that story on a whim and all in one piece, splitting it just for a fan fiction. It's weird yet wonderful to see how you guys reacted so well! I can't make any promises, but I'm going to try and make this sequel work. Thanks again!!

NOTE: It will be told mostly from Alice's point of view, occasionally from Reid's.

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I close the door to the apartment and sigh. It is late and I have spent most of the day wandering around the city, unable to find a place to clear my head. Clear my head of what happened at the BAU.

"Alice!"

My boyfriend Derek shouts in a drunken tone at me from the couch. I jump, dropping my purse on the floor. He gestures to me.

"Where were you?" Derek demands.

I swallow, "Walking."

"Walking where? With who?"

"Around the city, by myself."

"Well it's about fxxxing time you got here. It's been nearly twenty-four hours, you know."

I hold back tears, "Derek, please, I really don't want to…"

Derek gets up and swaggers over to me, the heavy scent of whisky on his breath, "Don't make me do something you'll regret, "he threatens, "Like the last time you said no."

I am trapped. I can't say no him now. I don't want any more bruises.

"Ok."

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Reid's POV

I hold the card in my shaking hand as I stand next to the phone in my apartment. Why is it so hard for me to dial a number? I've called Morgan or Garcia a million times, it seems. So why can't I do this?

Easy: Morgan and Garcia aren't Alice.

Straighten up, you fool, I tell myself. It's no big deal. I finally pick up the phone after debating with myself a hundred times or more and call her.

The phone rings a few times before she answers, "H-hello?"

"Alice," I can feel my tongue swelling, "H-hi. It's Spencer Reid calling."

"Oh," she sounds tired, almost weak, "Do you need me for more questioning?"

"No, actually, I was wondering…" I pause upon hearing her whimper on the other end, and I grow worried, "Alice, are you ok?"

Alice's voice seems to crack, "N-no, I'm not…"

"Did something happen?"

Her voice becomes a whisper, "I can't tell you…not now…"

I formulate a plan, "Can you meet me at The Missing Page Café?"

"Ok. When?"

"Now."

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Alice's POV

I hang up the phone. Derek is fast asleep in bed and I am thankful. I take the opportunity to creep into the bathroom, looking in the mirror.

I look like hell.

My hair is an absolute mess and clumps of it are missing. Eyes that have dark circles and emptiness seem to hold up my distressed face. I am still naked from the night before, and I see my fragile body in my reflection, covered in scratches and bruises from Derek's hands. I hate it.

Just then, I hear Derek moving in bed. I panic and grab the nearest clothes I can find, not caring that I wore them yesterday. Quickly I grab my bag and throw my cell phone inside. Heading out the window in the living room, I climb down the stairs and race down the street.

It is clear I will pay for this later when Derek realizes I am gone.