[ This time, he would remember his first thought as arbitrary as it happened to be: Kitty. Her appearance was close enough, he didn't even need to see her name tag to make the connection — although that was a bloodchilling detail — and with his heart lodged in his throat there wasn't even room for a scream, just a startled, choked off noise as he pushed himself away from the corpse in his bed.
Oh god. Oh god.
Stress can do strange things to a person and although Reid has seen countless crime scenes up until now, none of them ever occurred in his own bed. This explains why he soon moved closer again, hand moving to pat the girls cheeks despite knowing fully well that she'd been dead for several hours. ]