Fan fiction:

As spencer Reid stepped into the bullpen, he could instantly feel the eyes of his watchful colleagues focused on him. It had become a regular occurrence. Every morning he would dread his entry into the bullpen because he knew that all attention would be on him.

Ever since he had returned after his undercover mission in vegas, he had been late for work, he had been having nightmares, and he just couldn't control his emotions, especially towards his team. He would suddenly feel a flash of anger or a flood of annoyance towards them, and he knew that his hatred for them was still present. They couldn't fix it and he knew that it was getting to them, but he honestly didn't care.

He fought through the urge to turn around and run back through the glass doors, to the safety of the empty elevator behind him, and continued to make his way toward the desk that was now only a mere foot away. As he neared the desk he began to feel the desperation creeping over him. It was the desperation to bury himself in his work and not have to deal with the people around him who were each becoming more and more unbearable to be around. As he threw down his messenger bag and reached towards the files that seemed to be calling to him longingly, he felt the breath of someone tickling the back of his neck. Who the hell was standing so close behind him?

He put all thought of his precious files out his head and whipped around to glare at the person who had dared to invade his personal space. He was definitely not in the mood to be polite. As he whipped around, he pulled his face into a look that would hopefully make the nuisance realise he was not going to take any crap today. Immediately his eyes met those of one of his former closest friends. He glared into the chocolate coloured eyes of Derek Morgan, not even flinching as he realised just how close Derek was.

"What?" he questioned, the glare still plastered onto his face. He noticed Derek flinch at the iciness of his tone, but his reaction didn't portray any kind of sympathy towards his friend. What he also realised, was that his whole team was watching the whole encounter, including Penelope Garcia, who had recently walked through the glass doors. The cheerful look that she had on her face when she entered had since been wiped of her face, and replaced with a look of sadness as she watched him and Morgan.

"Nothing man I just wanted to see how you are today". He seemed to have shaken off the initial shock at Reid's tone of voice, and was smiling. Reid however could see the look in his eyes. Sadness.

"Well do you have to stand so damn close to ask if I'm okay? It's creepy Derek" With that he turned around, picked up his files and walked over to the kitchenette to grab some of his beloved coffee. He didn't want to see the looks of pain on his colleagues faces, so he kept his head down and waited until he could hear them shuffling to their desks and offices before he headed back to his own desk.

Reid didn't know why he was angry at Morgan, but he had a perfectly good reason for being angry at the rest of the team. Emily. Emily was the reason that he had come to despise the team that he had once loved so dearly. She had left. Let everyone think she was dead while Reid cried every night. JJ had helped her and so had Hotch, they couldn't even trust the rest of the team and that stung. Reid would have done anything for Emily. As for Garcia, she just let it all slide. She snapped back after Emily returned as if nothing had ever happened and he didn't know why, but it angered him. Rossi had known all along. He wasn't completely sure, but he had a suspicion and he could have shared that with him.

He just felt like he had been pushed out of the circle. Abandoned and left to fend for himself while the others kept secrets and acted as if nothing was wrong.

Reid had been lost in his daydream for a while, and he hadn't even noticed the ringing. He shook his head and quickly slid his hand into his pocket pushing the accept call button, and ignoring the concerned eyes that were peering at him.

"Reid" he murmered, which had been his chosen answer to any calls since he had returned from vegas. No hello. Not even a hi, just Reid. A female voice answered.

"Reid? Oh my god you have no idea how amazing it is to hear your voice!" she cried. Reid would have recognised that voice anywhere. "Reid I don't have long. He will be back any minute but I managed to get his phone out of his pocket before he left!".

"Jess! Whats going on!" Reid had noticed the urgency of her voice and the fear behind it and he was becoming increasingly concerned. He sat up and lowered his head to hide his face, knowing that in a room full of behavioural analysis agents, someone would figure out something was wrong. He was too late. Hotch who had emerged from his office, was subtly watching him out of the corner of his eye, and Prentiss was reading the same line over and over again. Obviously listening.

"I don't know Reid but it's not good! I don't know where I am and I'm chained to a wall and this guy… I …. I think he's really dangerous!" she was beginning to cry, he could hear the tears behind her voice. He began to zone out as the sobs from the other end of the phone began to quicken. This couldn't be happening. Jess was his undercover partner. She was the one who had gotten him the undercover job and they had been best friends for years. He just couldn't bear to think of her tied up in a cell with some maniac watching her.

"Oh god, Jess! Okay just um….. stay ….. stay calm! I'm going to find you!" he felt the tears swimming in his eyes but he couldn't let them fall. Not here where he was being watched.

"Reid please hurry! I'm .. I'm in Vegas where we were during the undercover case but that's all I can tell you…. I don't know where I am now but we didn't travel too far in the va- NO! PLEASE NO I'M SORRY! NO GET AWAY FROM ME!" She began to scream and Reid could hear the phone being thrown, scraping across the floor. She was still screaming when the phone cut out and all Reid could hear was a long beeeeeeeeeeeep. He could feel the colour drain from his face as he lifted his head and dropped his phone onto the desk. He sat there for a few seconds, replaying what he had just heard in his head. Hotch was still watching him from the runway outside his office, and a look of concern flashed across his face before he began to make his way to his agent. Prentiss, Morgan and Rossi were also approaching Reids desk while Reid continued to sit in silence, his face drained of all colour.

"Reid? Are you okay?" Hotch asked as he reached his agents desk. Suddenly, as Reid heard his boss' voice, he jumped up, snapping into action. The agents who were standing around his desk jumped at the sudden movement, shock printed all over their faces. Meanwhile, Reid was shoving his phone back into his pocket and fumbling with his messenger bag which he had picked up from the floor. He couldn't stop the tears from sliding down his cheeks as he began to run from the bullpen. Morgan, who was getting more and more concerned about his friend, hurried after him, but ran straight into the elevator doors, which had shut behind the distressed agent.

Reid closed his eyes and sank to the floor of the elevator. Tears were still spilling from his eyes as he ran his hands through his hair. "URGH!".