Chaos was all around her. Evidence of her loss of control – her inner turmoil and strong feelings toward the situation. It was too much to handle. Oddly, everything being broken around her made her feel better somehow. It made the fact that she felt broken justified.

Spencer, her best friend, her confidant, her rock, was in prison while she was out in the world completely helpless and it was too much for her. She was furious and she had to take it out on something… That something started with her wine glass before graduating to anything she could reach because it felt good to take her anger out in a physical capacity. However, she knew that Rossi would come over and see her sitting in the mess of her own making and wonder if she'd lost her mind and she'd be wondering the same thing. It certainly felt like she had.

She'd been to visit Reid earlier that day and he'd looked so desolate though he'd tried to hide it for her sake. He'd had bruises forming on his face and she'd wanted nothing more than to break him out of there but knowing she couldn't – knowing that she got to walk out of there and he couldn't - was worse than being tortured. It was an ache that wouldn't leave her; it was like she couldn't breathe the same not knowing whether he was going to survive.

He'd told her that she would always have memories and photographs – that all she'd need to do is look at them and she'd see all their happy memories. There'd be no pain or hurt just smiles in a snapshot in time. He told her that that's how he wants to be remembered; as the man he was, not the man he's become. That statement had made her more determined than ever to find a way to get him out of prison but the truth was that they were no closer to finding out who was framing him than they were when he was first arrested which only frustrated her more because she needed to be doing more for him. He had never given up, never broken and she didn't want this to do that to him. She didn't want his life taken from him after he'd been through so much. Spencer Reid deserved happiness and he deserved a life, deserved children and someone who loved him.

Looking down at one particular photograph Emily had saved, she felt a tear pave the way for others down her face before making a splash onto the paper. It was her favourite picture of the two of them because they were truly happy. They had loved each other unconditionally before Doyle complicated things. Now, though they still loved each other he wasn't the same with her – he didn't trust her the same way, he was still more guarded than he used to be and he could never let himself be with her again when she came back. She couldn't say she didn't understand though it killed her inside all she wanted was for him to be happy.

"I promise you Spencer, I will find whoever did this and we will get you out of prison. I will make them pay for what they've done to you." Prentiss' words were a promise sealed within the darkness of her bedroom. It was one she swore she'd keep for him regardless of the consequences – there was nothing she wouldn't do for him.