Derek's POV:
I went to my place and packed up for the trip. I just grabbed a few extra things in my go-bag. I had some dinner and went to bed, wondering why we were headed to LA.
*The Next Morning*
We loaded the plane and got our coffee before settling in. I wasn't gunna push Reid into telling me why we were going to LA, but I had a slight idea...
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Reid's POV:
I really did not want Morgan here. Of course Hotch told him he had to stay by me no matter what so I couldn't leave him at a casino. Better tell him sooner or later. Eh, I'll do it later.
*1.5 Hours Later*
We were about to land, so I scribbled a note on a scratch piece of paper saying I was here to visit my mom and meet a friend of hers. I crumpled it up and dropped it on his lap and walked off the plane. I got a taxi and asked the driver if I could sit in the front because my "friend" gets claustrophobic. He agreed and Morgan sat in the back. I gave directions to the hotel and we dropped off our stuff. "I'm going to see my mom. You can stay here or go to the casino or something." I muttered. "Reid, I don't know what your problem is, but you have to listen to Hotch." I huffed out a sigh and started the walk to the institution.
"Reid, it's like 3 miles from here. You aren't suppose to be walking that far." Morgan tried to tell me. Well, who cares. I kept walking. I made it 1/2 mile before blackness overwhelmed me.
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A/N:
I AM SO SORRY GUYS!!!! I had a huge writer's block and I litterly just whipped this up. More coming hopefully soon!
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