Reid approached Morgan, who was sitting alone, listening to music. Spencer sat in the chair across from him and looked out the window into the night sky, it felt as if they were in outer space. "How's it going kid" Morgan asked, but it wasn't a question anymore. He began to regret his decision once Morgan wouldn't take his stare off of him. "What's going on in that brain of yours" Morgan began the conversation. Reid was hesitant to talk, but he trusted Morgan the most. "I--I can't stop seeing her, it's like everything I see makes me think of her, and it doesn't leave me alone. I can't escape the images of her", Reid blurted out, he felt it was too much information at once. Morgan nodded his head, then spoke again, "What are you doing about it?" He asked, but it sounded calm and understanding, which made Reid feel more comfortable. 

"I keep thinking that if I busy myself with work I will forget about her, but that's hard to do when work consists of murders and blood, which only makes me remember" Reid's voice began to crack, "I don't want to remember, I want to forget that this ever happened". Reid admitted, becoming misty eyed. He cleared his throat and looked down, embarrassed at how vulnerable he felt. "Reid, it's okay to cry if you need to, nobody expects you to be over this yet" Morgan said, trying to reassure him. "No it isn't, I should be over it by now but I'm not. Sure, grieving takes time, but it's never this intense for such a long time. I need to move on" Reid snapped, angry with himself. Morgan's answer was simple, "You aren't taking the time to be sad" he explained. Reid looked confused, "Morgan, what are you talking about? I'm sad all the time" he responded. "Maybe so, but you haven't taken the time to acknowledge that you are hurting. You are busy trying to forget everything and move on, but you need to let it out, or it eats away at you like a disease. And I don't want to lose you to it" Morgan stated, never taking his eyes off of Spencer. 

Reid was speechless, he wanted to object, and give Morgan another reason that he should be fine, but he couldn't bring himself to disagree. Morgan was right. Reid's bottom lip started to quiver, memories flooded back into his head, good and bad ones, it was like watching a movie. He never got the chance to really know her. A tear streamed down his face, followed by a sniffle. Spencer placed his head in his hands, he couldn't stop the tears from flowing. Morgan sat down in the seat next to Reid, and embraced his trembling body in a hug. Reid put his head on Morgan's shoulder and let out his sobs, there was no use holding back. His emotions were finally released. "Thank you" Reid whispered through his sniffling, releasing himself from the hug. Morgan placed his hands on Reid's shoulders, looking him straight in the eyes. He was about to speak, but he pulled Reid in and hugged him another time. His actions spoke for him. 

Once Spencer was finished crying, Morgan went back to his original seat across from Reid. "I don't expect you to feel better just from that, but hopefully it helped" Morgan told Reid. "I do actually, at least in this moment" Reid said, his eyes growing heavy from the pills he took. He tried to keep a conversation with Morgan, but he couldn't focus, his face was beginning to blur, and his eyes could barely keep themselves open. "I'm tired, I think I'm going to try and sleep" Reid mumbled, getting up from his chair shakily to walk over to the empty couch. Reid laid down on the couch, it took only seconds before he was asleep. 

Morgan grabbed a blanket that was stored in the overhead compartment of the plane. He looked down at Reid, who for once in a long time, looked peaceful. He placed the blanket over Reid and returned to his seat, feeling happy to have helped Reid through this, even if it was small.  

"Wait!" Spencer yelled. But it was too late, the gun had already been fired. Morgan turned around once he heard Reid mumbling in his sleep, if things got bad he would be there to stop it. Reid started to sob, Maeve was dead. This happened every time he slept and he just wanted it to stop. But this time it was different, "Ried?" He heard from across the room. He looked up, shocked to see Maeve, sitting up from the pool of blood, shocked as well. "B-but your dead?" Spencer was dumbfounded. "I moved my head in time to save myself from the bullet" Maeve said, standing up and walking over. Without saying a word, Maeve gently put her arms on Reid's face, pulling him into a kiss. Reid didn't take time to answer the many questions he had for her, instead, he returned the kisses. Maeve stopped to look Reid in the eyes, she smiled and began to walk to the door. "Where are you going?" Spencer questioned her, nervous that she would be gone forever, just like before. "I'll see you tomorrow" She said, before leaving. Reid awoke with a sharp inhale, he opened his eyes. The jet was light, the window revealing that it was morning. The other members talking amongst each other. "You okay Reid? You look confused" Morgan asked, pouring himself a cup of coffee. "Yeah I'm fine, it's just--" Reid paused, then continued his though "I think Maeve is still alive".