Silent Night
Summary: The team gets snowed in while in Atka, Alaska with a sick and delirious Reid, a worried Garcia half-way across the United States, and no contact to a hospital, the BAU headquarters, or anybody outside of their hotel room. After a recent exposure to anthrax, will Reid recover? Sick-fic. Requested by Namira 0.0.
A/n: "Dirty" jokes, not too vulgar, courtesy of Morgan. :) But you have been warned.
Atka Island, Alaska (42 hours after arrival)
"We have some suspect in the Atka case. Morgan, get Garcia on the phone. Tell her to cross-reference our suspect list with any jail time for violent crimes," Hotch instructed the team.
Morgan excited the buzzing room to get some privacy and quiet to talk to Garcia.
"Je suis toujours là pour toi, ma belle agent de," Garcia answered in a purr, making Derek smile.
"Hey, baby girl. I need you to do something for me."
"Anything."
Meanwhile, inside of the police station, the BAU began discussing a plan of attack.
"JJ and Reid, I want you two to cover the back. Morgan and I will cover the front, and Officer Begay and Emily will cover inside. Sound like a plan?"
Morgan suck his head in the room. "Garcia got a hit for one Andrew Lee Williams. He lives not but two miles from here."
"Alright. Let's pay him a visit," Officer Begay suggested. They all piled into their cars while Hotch went over the plan with Morgan. Reid sat in the back next to JJ in a comfortable, rare quiet. When the van stopped in front of a trailer in the middle of nowhere, Reid jumped out and straight into at lest four inches of snow that coated the frozen ground.
"You cold, JJ?" Reid asked, seeing her attempting not to shiver.
"It's like negative fifty fudging degrees out."
"Actually," Spencer corrected, "it was four degrees out when we left, but it was steadily dropping and there was a blizzard warning for the sea-"
"Reid," JJ reprimanded with a smile. "I really don't care." Closing his mouth with a slightly sheepish look on his wind-chapped face, Reid draped his coat over JJ's shoulders.
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"Andrew Williams, you don't want to do this." Andrew had a girl who looked to be maybe fifteen, with blonde hair, blue eyes, and a terrified expression as he held a bag over her face. She was the girl that had been missing teenager, Alissa Parks, taken two days ago.
"She deserves to die!" Andrew screamed.
"No," Rossi said softly, "She doesn't."
The minute Andrew's grip on the bag loosened just slightly, the team gladly threw him into a fresh pair of shiny silver handcuffs. He shouted at Alissa that he would get her, find her, kill her, but Morgan silenced his cries with a cop car door.
Reid stepped out to process the crime scene with JJ, Morgan, and another Atka police officer. JJ and Officer Jarvis stayed inside while Reid and Morgan processed evidence outside. Reid began swabbing for DNA evidence in the barn where the girls had been held, and eventually killed.
"It's so cold even my balls are freezing. If I peed right now, it would turn to ice before it hit the ground," Morgan complained.
"It's not cold enough for that and scientifically-"
"Reid, I don't need statistics on my piss," Morgan countered playfully, grinning. Reid grinned straight back cheekily.
"But it is flipping freezing out."
Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Criminal Minds, but I do wish that I owned Dr. Spencer Reid. :(
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- Alee XxX