I just can't stop with the CM ideas! To be more correct, Reid ideas! lol. He's my latest obsession, in case you can't tell. This was after Memoriam but JJ hasn't given birth yet.
It was never supposed to turn out like this. Reid wanted to drive back by himself but Morgan was determined to go along with him. Rossi decided to fly back. He was worried about the kid but figured Morgan was closer to him and that he would know what to do better than he would.
It was never supposed to turn out like this.
The road was clear, so how did they not notice the car speeding on the wrong side of the road.
The collision happed almost instantly. Morgan had only turned his head for a second to look at Reid when a truck rear ended the, causing him to slam on his brakes-for the car to swerve. There was no tree to block the swerving though, so it collapsed on the side.
Morgan groaned as he regained conconsiousness.
"Reid?" He tried turning his head. He saw Reid's body against the ground, half in the car and half out, his arm and head surrounded by glass, blood everwhere. "Reid!"
Reid's head looked bad, really bad.
Coughing he he tried to undo the seatbelt, despite the airbag making him almost imobile. If his airbag was working, why didn't Reid's? Was his turned off?
No time for questions, he had to get both of them out of the car. He managed to push the door open and crawl out. Thankfully nothing was broken, only bruised.
He picked himself up and limped towards Reid's side. He stepped carefully on the glass.
"Reid? Reid, can you hear me?" He bent down and winced as he saw Reid's leg being twisted at an odd angle, and somehow stuck underneath the seat. It was clearly broken. As gently as he could he undid the seatbelt and stared at the peice of glass sticking on Ried's side. "Oh no," he whispered. "All right kid, I'm gonna try not to make things worse, but I gotta get you out of the car." As slowly and gently as he could he dragged Reid's body away from the broken glass. Finally he lookd up to see the truck that had crashed into them on the other side of the road, completly still. He hurried over, fear filling his body for some reason. The hood was open and when he got there he saw the man's face laying against the steering wheel, blood everywhere. He checked for a pulse. Nothing.
"Damn it!" He looked over towards their car and limped back towards Reid, ignoring the blood from his leg. Reid needed help, and now. He grabbed his cell from his packet to dial 911. No cell service. He cursed again as he knelt by his buddies side. "Reid? If you can hear me, I'm gonna get you out of this. You can guruntee it. He collapsed and placed Reid's head on his lap. He glanced up in the sky. It was going to get dark soon. Great, just what he needed.
He knew what the dessert was like, hot days, and cold nights. Sometimes freezing cold. He checked the glass on Reid's side, afraid to touch it. And from the wounds on his head Reid was going to need stitches. If only he could get this kid to a hospital.
This wasn't supposed to happen.
"I'm so sorry, Reid," he whispered. "So sorry."
They were going to be in for a long night.
Should I still continue?