They travelled home in silence. Where once there were seven, six now remained. Celine spent the entire ride home counting and recounting just in case they’d somehow made a mistake. Gideon sat in front of the chessboard and stared at it blankly. Hotch stared straight ahead and didn’t move, didn’t speak. Morgan curled up on the couch with his back to everyone, but Celine knew he wasn’t sleeping. JJ and Garcia huddled together. Celine could hear crying but she wasn’t sure whose, and she didn’t want to get up and check in case she lost count again.
They stepped off the plane, still no one had spoken, and Sergio was there.
“What’s happened? What’s going on?” he demanded, appearing in front of them and bristling, twice his usual size. “You were scared and hurt and too far away for me to reach,
