Peekabooo: Hey! It's me! And if you don't know who I am..Well then it's nice to meet you. Anyways, I really should not be writing this, considering I'm working on at least two other stories at the moment and I'm trying to rewrite the other ones that I don't care much for. And I actually blew them off for this...but I couldn't help it. This has been in my head for a long time. And I just started writing it out. Hope you like it. And if you do you have to review! And if you don't still review. Whenever I get a mean comment I'm offended at first but I get over it, knowing that it's only going to help me as a writer. Because that is one reason I'm writing these stories. To become a better writer than I was previously. :) So don't hold back!

Also, the medical stuff is iffy...I'm not really a Dr.

BTW: this story is in season seven, set after 'Proof'. To me/ in my head Reid is still angry at JJ so... :)

"Where's Spence?" JJ walked into Morgan's office, Monday morning.

Her blonde hair was curly and it fell down the back of her white shirt. She had two dark-brown steaming coffee cups in her hands. No doubt one was for Reid.
JJ had definitely been sucking up to him as of late. She was trying to put this whole Emily thing behind her and Reid was trying hard to let her. But yesterday he had snapped at her once again.

"He's having surgery today," Morgan said, looking up from his paperwork, awkwardly.

Shock pulsated through her veins and she nearly dropped the coffee cups. Surgery? What surgery?
"What? What are you talking about? Why?"

"Calm down. He hasnt been feeling well lately and he went to the doctor. He's just getting his gall bladder removed. It's no big deal."

"But why didn't he tell me? I mean I know we aren't on very good terms right now but he should have told me about a surgery right?" JJ exclaimed, shocked and just plain old hurt. Why wouldn't he tell her? Even with all they were going through right now.

"JJ. The only reason I know is because I overheard him talking to Hotch about it. He just doesn't want the attention. He'll be back in a week or so." Morgan informed JJ in a gentle way. She must feel pretty bad right now. After all, before this mess the two had been best friends. Hell, Reid was her sons godfather.

"Oh. Well thank you. Do you want his coffee?" JJ offered a small smile that soon fell into a frown,
and lifted the coffee cup in her righthand a little higher.

Morgan was about to say no. But the look on JJ's face nearly made his heart break. Damn that Reid.
"Sure. Thank you JJ. And don't be too worried about Reid. Alright? He's a big boy." Morgan grinned at her.

"Morgan. How long do you think it'll take for him to forgive me?" JJ inquired, shyly.

Morgan thought about her question and answered honestly.
"He's upset and he's been kind of sick and he had been really stressed lately. He just needs time to cool down."

"Yeah. Okay. Thanks again Morgan." JJ gave a tight smile and walked out.

Morgan sipped the coffee that JJ had gotten for Reid hesitantly. But he nearly cringed when he tasted the grains of sugar. How could Reid like
It that sweet?

Meanwhile downtown, at Maryview Medical Center:

Reid looked around at his very white hospital room. It almost hurt his eyes it was so bright. And clean.
That was one reason he hated hospitals. They were so clean and white. You could smell the clean. And that Another reason he hated hospitals was because of the smell. The smell that burned his nose reminded him of Bennington in Las Vegas.

Reid thought of the team and wondered if they had gotten a case. He bitterly wondered if they had even noticed he was gone. Morgan and Hotch knew he would be gone. Morgan had actually been worried, That is, until Reid went into a rant about the statistics and the whole procedure. He was going to tell JJ but he decided against it. Why should he trust her after what she had done?

"Are you almost ready Dr. Reid?" a small nurse with a dark brown pixie cut and full lips opened his hospital room's door.

Reid took in a deep breath shifting in his hospital bed. "I think I am."

"Nervous?" The nurse asked and smiled as she pulled up the standard grey wheelchair that would be used To take him down to the operating room.

"Not really," He told her, getting into the wheelchair.

"Good. Because it is a standard procedure. It's hard for anything to go wrong."

"Oh I know. Cholecystectomy has a 99% chance of eliminating the recurrence of cholelithiasis. Only symptomatic patients must be indicated to surgery. The lack of a gallbladder may have no negative consequences in many people."

"Us it bad that I, as a nurse, didn't know some of that?" She laughed.

"As long as you aren't operating," Reid grinned.

They got to Reid's operating room and he got settled. Soon after that Reid was given anesthesia by an anesthesiologist. The doctor came in right as he was dozing off. Reid hears the Dr. talking to him about the operation and what would happen. Then he hears the door open and some rustling and heaving. Someone being thrown to the ground. Reid put together three distinct voices.

The rustling stops.

But Reid only hears two voices.

"How are we going to get him out without anyone noticing?" One skittish voice asked.

"Hey. I have everything planned out. We have gotten passed the hardest part."
Even in his drowsy state, Reid knew this wasn't the doctor he had met earlier. This persons voice was cold. And mean. There was no feeling in it whatsoever.

"We just have to get him into the box that is under here."

Reid heard rustling and the voices kept getting further away. Reid knew that anesthesia was kicking in. Reid sensed he was in danger, But he just couldn't make his lips move.

"What are we going to do with him once we get him to the shed?" The skittish voice asked again, fading away in Reid's ears.

"Oh. We'll do plenty of things to him. I bought new knives, a rope, and some other fun things. I also got a new gun, just in case things get out of hand."

And that was the last thing Reid heard before he drifted into a drug induced darkness, the fear and shock deteriorating. It was so nice.

"What do you mean he's having surgery?" Emily Implored, rather loudly, as her and JJ walked down the hall.
It
"He's getting his gall bladder removed," JJ explained, rather annoyed. She annoyed that Reid didn't tell her and She was hurt. Reid, her sweet little innocent Reid, didn't even mention a surgery to her. A surgery is serious, right?

"Wow. He must be really pissed at us." Emily sighed, while fiddling with a trand of hair and shortly afterwards, picking at her nails.

"I know. But I don't get it. I apologized. I did everything in my power to make things right with him. But he just can't accept that. He just has to be so angry." JJ ranted, her words flowing quickly off of her tongue, in an angered fashion.

"It's what we expected, right? I half expected Morgan to punch Hotch in the face right then and there."

"Yeah. But Reid isn't as angry at you, as much as he is angry at me."

"Did he really come crying to your house?" Emily asked, hesitantly. She didn't want to make any guilt rise, but she was too curious.

"You bet he did. Those weren't my best moments," JJ sighed, "He looked like he was physically
Suffering sometimes. He would Grab his head and...I felt so horrible."

Emily tensed up a bit at the mention of his head. In the middle of all this fuss she hadn't even remembered his headaches. How could she have been so ignorant?

"I'm sorry," Emily whispered to JJ.

"Oh Em. You know this isn't your fault. I'm just venting on you."

"Yeah. I know. I feel bad about it too, Though." Emily laughed weakly. After this sudden realization, she
wondered if Reid was still having his headaches.

But what she didn't know was that something even worse could be happening to Reid at that moment.

Peekabooo: Ah? Is it worth it? I've always wanted to be like "Meanwhile, downtown.." :) haha. The plotline is slowly building... Review?