Morgan: What the hell is scaring you?
Reid: This boy is gonna die and there's nothing I can do to stop it.
Reid: Doctor Norman gave me permission to sleep on the couch in your room tonight if... if it's all right with you.
Diana Reid: (glares at the doctor) If anyone tries to keep him in here any longer, I'll scratch your eyes out.
Doctor Norman: One night only.
Diana Reid: (to Reid) Helps if they think you're crazy. They don't argue.
Reid: (walking down the stairs and seeing a man kneeling by the washer) FBI! Put your hands in the air. (the man stands up slowly and reveals a dead boy) Show me your face. (the man turns around with his hands in the air) Dad?
Diana Reid: I'm proud of you, Spencer.
Reid: For what?
Diana Reid: Saving that boy.
Reid: (looking confused) How'd you know?
Diana Reid: I told you. A mother knows.
Reid: Hotch, do you think it would be possible to wait until tomorrow to return home?
Hotchner: (to Morgan) Do you think you could find something to do in Vegas for the night? (Morgan contemplates then question, then grins.)
Rossi: Not exactly a well-preserved scene.
Prentiss: It's the crime scene investigators. They all want to play cop instead of just being scientists, and they end up trampling on everything.
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