A possible friendship. A friend whom he could trust beyond all others. And she was dying. Sitting in the hospital waiting room, full of blood, torn clothing in an attempt to stop the blood from flowing from her like a waterfall.
She was in a room like that when he was shot. She sacrificed her sanity to save him. So why did not he just do the same? Why was he an outcast and let her get shot?
Three years, hundreds of secrets exchanged, a death threat, witness protection, loss of a friend, gain of others. And he can not save her.
- Penelope Garcia? - A doctor, full of blood appeared.
- It's me. "He was the only one there for her now.
"She lost a lot of blood, the bullet has miraculously lost her heart, but she's in a coma." The doctor said.
- With the? Reid sat with his hands on his face. "Is she going to be okay?"
"It's too early to tell. The doctor looked at Reid. "Maybe you feel like contacting your relatives."
"Your parents are dead. Your brother does not talk to her. Reid said. "My team and I are the closest to her.
"Do you know the statistics of a coma?" The innocent doctor asked.
- I know, unfortunately. Reid still with his head down, he said. "And I do not like them."
- Turning off the appliances if she does not wake up in a while is the best you can do. The doctor advised.
"I still want her with me. Reid said. "She's always been there for me. One time I want to be there for her.
- If you change your mind. The doctor handed them the papers. "I'll be in my office."
- Can I see her? Reid asked. "I need to know that even in a coma, she's with me.
"I can get you a nurse to accompany you." The older doctor answered.
- Thank you. Reid said with a hurt look.
Leaving slowly to the bathroom, he washed the blood still in his hands and called the staff.
Rossi had been the most devastated and no one understood. They knew how much David Rossi liked Penelope as a friend and that he would never come as a case.
Following David around the offices, Emily found him holding a picture. It was Rossi who was too young and a little blond girl about two years old.
"You did not tell me that Joy had a girl and is married to a young version of you." Emily sat down.
- It's my little girl. Rossi said. - My daughter.
Picking up the photo, Emily noticed the smile resembled that of Garcia.
- She is your daughter? Emily was in shock. "Why did she never tell me?"
"I do not think she knows, Emily. Rossi replied. "I did not want to tell.
"And you worked with her all these years?" Emily looked annoyed.
"She came into the room on my first day back, and I saw her happy and unfunny. Rossi laughed at the memory. "And I saw that she did not know who I was.
Ten years before...
He was in his first case and thought he had met everyone on the team until she appeared.
Opening the door and looking away from the photos on the screen, he seemed to see that she was his daughter.
- Oh my God. She put a file in front of her face. - What photo is that? Have you taken JJ yet? - She was scared.
- Ready. JJ said, laughing. - I got it. You can stay calm.
- How nice. She turned her attention to Hotch.
He did not want to interrupt the moment. Seeing her daughter in action as a federal agent made him happy. When she offered his hand to shake his, he hesitated, but accepted the gesture.
- Pleasure, sir. She asked. And then the same way it came out.
Now...
Nothing mattered to him more than his daughter in the hospital again. He knew Spencer protected her from most of the shots, but those two shots from an unfamiliar place put her to bed.
The cold corridor of the hospital reminded him of all the friends he had lost in this job. Erin, Scott and Gideon. One by one, dying in sequence.
Luke was with Reid, trying everything to make his friend stop blaming himself. Matt had pain written all over his face. Tara looked fine if you asked, but she would go to the bathroom and collapse.
JJ was the Stoic super-agent trying to think positive, hand in hand with Emily as well as the night Penelope was shot the first time.
Entering the room, he looked at her and smiled.
"They do not make you prettier, daughter. Rossi sat down beside her and took her hand. "I have so much to tell."
He could get used to her sleeping. She seemed to have the same eyes as the years passed, the same innocence before the difficulties of this work. Even after losing friends, see horrible things