There may be a few exaggerations in here, but I'll try to keep his injuries close to what they were in the show.

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S1E6 - L.D.S.K.

"Stop! Federal Agent! Federal Agent!" Hotch shouted through the door.

Reid watched Hotch pull the door open, and SWAT agents came pouring through the door. They had their guns raised, but they quickly lowered the weapons when the dead Phillip Dowd came into view. The agents ran quickly to the hostages, ushering them out of the room.

Reid let his hands fall to the ground, the gun clattering to the floor. His side ached where Hotch kicked him, and there was a strange ringing in his ears from getting nailed in the face with Dowd's gun.

"...eid?..."

Reid looked up, and could make out a blurry Hotch kneeling above him. His mouth was moving, but the sound wasn't reaching his ears.

"H-Hotch?" He coughed, turning on his side, and he groaned when the coughing increased the pounding in his head.

He felt Hotch's hand on his shoulder, holding him still. "Hang in there, Reid." Hotch murmured. Reid smiled briefly at the thought that even when Hotch was trying to be comforting, he still sounded like he was barking orders. Another bout of pain wracked his head, and Reid gritted his teeth, trying not to moan in pain like a baby.

"Hey! I need a medic!" Hotch shouted, standing up on one knee and raising a hand. Reid looked up, and though the lights seemed to shine too brightly, making everything hazy, he could barely make out four other figures quickly rushing toward them.

"Hotch!" Morgan's voice cut through first, and he came upon the scene with a wild look in his eye. Reid saw momentary relief on his face before he noticed Reid's condition.

"What the hell happened?" Morgan asked as the others approached behind him. He caught sight of the zip ties still fastened around Reid and Hotch's wrists, and he stopped a SWAT agent, taking a knife from his belt.

Morgan quickly cut off Hotch's restraints, and knelt down to cut Reid free. He easily slipped the knife between the plastic and skin, and sawed up, quickly slicing through the tie. He cut off the other tie, and threw them to the side.

Gideon took a knee beside Reid, gently angling his head up to peer into his eyes. "He might have a concussion." Gideon mused in concern. He noticed the purple bruising along Reid's jaw and his own jaw tightened. "Most likely has a concussion."

Morgan stood up, facing the mass of people running around the room chaotically. "Federal agent down!" He shouted. "Federal agent down, I need a medic!"

"No…" Reid protested, trying to pull himself up. "No...'M fine..."

"Stay down, Reid." Hotch ordered. "I may not have an IQ of 180, but I know what a concussion looks like."

"'S actually 187," Reid corrected him a slurred voice. Hotch cracked a small smile, but worry still clouded his eyes.

Finally, a medic made their way over to him. She kneeled near the felled agent, setting her bag next to her. She ushered Morgan and Hotch out of the way, pulling a penlight out of her bag.

"Dr. Reid, can you hear me?" The medic asked in a brisk voice as she shined the light in his eyes.

Reid groaned, pulling away and squinting against the light. "Mom?" His voice was weak, hoarse and shaken. "My head hurts…"

"Reid," Morgan crouched down, gently shaking Reid's shoulder. "C'mon, kid, focus up here."

The medic turned to the team. "He needs to get an MRI as soon as possible." She stood up, calling out to her partner. "I need a backboard over here!"

Hotch stood up, watching the scene with concern, and Morgan joined him, pulling out his cell.

"I'm going to call Garcia," Morgan told Hotch in a somber voice. "She'll want to meet us at the hospital."

JJ felt her heart ache as she looked down at Reid. She took Morgan's place beside Reid, gently brushing his long hair off of his forehead.

"You're gonna be okay," JJ promised him. "Garcia will kill you if you aren't."

"What?" Reid blinked up at her, his eyes unfocused. She offered a tight smile, trying to keep the stress off her face.

"Nothing, sweetie. Just be still."

The medics brought over the backboard, and smoothly transitioned Reid on top. They lifted him up, and started walking towards the ambulance after securing the safety straps. Just as they started moving, JJ felt Reid snag her hand with his fingers.

"Please don't leave," Reid begged in a small voice, his eyes shut in pain. JJ glanced back at Hotch, who gave her a slight nod. JJ turned to the EMT's, and smiled, walking alongside the gurney.

JJ was careful to stay out of the EMT's way as they settled in. The woman pulled the doors shut, and the ambulance started to move, rocking from side to side. JJ carefully kept hold of Reid's hand.

"Dr. Reid, we need you to try and stay awake for us," The woman asked, looking worriedly at him.

"Tired," Reid murmured quietly, his grip on JJ's hand laxing.

"Spence...Spencer!" JJ squeezed his hand tightly. "Come back. Listen to my voice. Don't fall asleep, okay?"

"Okay…" Reid whispered, his voice nearly inaudible. "I don't feel good…"

"I know…" JJ said gently. "Just relax, okay? The doctors are going to take care of you."

"No…" Reid groaned. "No hospitals...I'm fine, I promise…"

"Spence, it's going to be okay," JJ soothed him. "Just focus on my voice."

"Please don't leave…" Reid whimpered, wincing as the pain in his head rocketed up a few levels. "Mom…"

JJ closed her eyes for a moment, realizing that Reid wasn't seeing things as they were. She held his hand tightly, holding back tears of fear.

"It's okay, Spencer," She murmured. "I'm here. I promise."

LINE BREAK

JJ sat in the hospital waiting room, hands clasped tightly together. The doctors had taken Reid in as soon as they could, and they told her he was now getting an MRI.

Garcia rushed into the room, tears barely held back behind her glasses. JJ stood just in time to be enveloped in a giant bear hug, with Garcia holding her desperately.

"How is he?" She asked.

JJ smiled. "The doctors said that at worst it was just a bad concussion. They took him up for an MRI."

Garcia took a deep, steadying breath. "Okay, he's fine. He's fine, okay."

The rest of the team entered the waiting room, crossing quickly to the pair. JJ raised a hand to stave off the coming questions, four pairs of anxious eyes staring at her.

"The doctors said Reid'll be fine. At worst, it was a bad concussion, but they aren't concerned about any brain damage."

"How hard did Dowd hit him?" Elle mused to herself, shaking her head.

"It was bad," Hotch informed them, his face grim. "Dowd was angry, hurt, and desperate. I was concerned that he might hit Reid again just to vent his anger."

"He's a tough kid," Morgan said. "He'll have one hell of a headache for a few days, but he'll get past this."

A doctor rounded the corner, holding a chart in his hands. "Agents?"

The team turned, looking at the doctor with mirrored hopeful expressions.

"You can visit Agent Reid now if you like," The doctor informed them, and the team hurried to follow him. He opened the door to Reid's room, and as Gideon passed him, he paused for a moment.

"He goes by Dr. Reid," He emphasised, and then followed the rest of his team to visit the youngest member of the BAU.

LINE BREAK

Reid blinked lazily as his friends entered. He pushed himself up slightly, and then gave up, slumping back against the pillows.

"Hey, Spence," JJ said as she rounded to his side. "How are you feeling?"

"Like...I was just given painkillers," Reid murmured, in answer to her question.

Morgan chuckled. "No kidding, huh?"

"Nope," Reid responded. "Although, 64% of people that are given some kind of narcotic find that it's difficult to stay concentrated on one…" He trailed off, and his brow furrowed. "What was I saying?"

Morgan laughed again. "Take a good look, people. This is the one time that you may find Dr. Reid unable to recite statistics."

"Shut up, Morgan," Reid slurred, as his head slacked to the side.

Gideon smiled as he stared down at Reid. "He'll be fine." He decided. "He'll be fine."