All in all it was a pretty typical night for Annie; work was steady, she got a run in, she even got the "bad guy". Unfortunately for her, the "bad guy" decided that if he was going to go down he was taking Annie with him. Annie had seen her fair share of injuries; it was basically in her job description that she was going to get hurt at some point. Being a police officer Annie was no stranger to emergency rooms, but tonight was a bit more uncomfortable for her liking.

Sitting on the edge of the bed while swinging her feet Annie tried not to pay attention the pain in her shoulder, she tried to busy her mind with other thoughts. She noticed that the hospital was busy for a Wednesday night. People were filling the waiting room, a boy with the flu who looked about six years old was cuddling up to his mother who looked exhausted, a middle aged man with a blood soaked cloth pressed to his forehead, Annie scrunched her nose when she noticed the blood also seeped its way through his shirt. Her blue eyes traveled over the other people in the vicinity making observations, she noticed a man entering the hospital frantically searching for someone and the look of relief that washed over his face when they landed on his son, the boy with the flu, smiling to herself; she didn't even hear the doctor come into the room.

"Annie", he sighed, "back again?"

"Dr. Parry," She replied through clenched teeth, trying to suppress her pain. "What's the verdict?"

"Seriously, did you just call me 'Dr. Parry'"?

"I'm trying out something called professional courtesy here, okay?"

"Annie, I've known you for three years now, it's okay to call me Pogue, even while we're at work."

He grinned at her before looking at her file; Annie had to stifle a chuckle she felt rising, it hurt too badly; her shoulder was in bad shape obviously. Clutching her shoulder with her good arm she glanced in Pogue's direction hoping that it wasn't as bad as it felt.

"Well, good news, nothing is broke, bad news, it's dislocated."

"Dislocated is good, right? No time off of work?"

"You'll have to rest that arm for a bit, but you should be okay as far as work goes."

"Oh, thank God." She breathed a sigh of relief, "I owe you Parry."

"Don't thank me just yet, I have to put your shoulder back into place, and I called him."

"What?! Pogue! He is going to freak out because I'm here again."

"Annie, he is your emergency contact. I had to call him, it's the law that he's notified."

Running her hand through her hair Annie sighed and tried to stay calm. She pursed her lips and gave Pogue a resigned glance.

"Don't give me that look, Annie, I'll be right back, I have to get a nurse for help in setting your shoulder."

Pogue left the room and was nice enough to close the blue hospital curtains behind him. Hopping of the bed, Annie made her way over to the sink in an attempt to wash the dirt and grime off her hands; she was able to catch a glance of herself in the mirror. There was dirt caked to the side of her face, and her auburn hair was matted with grease to the point that it looked almost black. She pulled her old worn brown leather jacket tighter around herself so it would cover the tear in her shirt underneath. Grabbing a paper towel from above the sink and wetting it down, Annie attempted to wipe the dirt off her face.

It was proving to be a bit more difficult to do this with only one good arm, after a moment she gave up and tossed the piece of paper in the waste basket. Sighing to herself to ran her hand through her hair again in an attempt to tame the mess on top of her head.

Wincing at the grease on her hand, she muttered, "Wear a hair tie next time you follow an armed suspect down an alley way, Annie."

"Like that would stop you at all?"

Annie turned quickly on her heel and smiled sheepishly at the handsome young man in front of her. She let go of her arm in an attempt to cover up the fact that she injured herself on the job. Again.

"Hey, you" she said smiling up at him.

"Don't you ,'hey, you', me, Annie Davies" He replied loosening his tie, coming to a stop directly in front of her.

Glancing up through her lashes at the blonde in front of her; Annie shrugged her good shoulder and mumbled, "I'm sorry I didn't call you first."

"I'm sorry, I couldn't quite hear you." He snapped

Raising her voice and clearing her throat she said, "I'm sorry I didn't call you first!"

"You bet your ass that you're sorry, Pogue nearly gave me a heart attack when he called, and told me you were here again."

"I didn't want to bother you, you had that big meeting today, and you were so sure that you were going to be made partner, I didn't want to ruin-"

"Screw the meeting, Annie!" he cut her off, "You are my girlfriend, and you ended up in the hospital, again!"

"Cop." Annie stated pointing to herself with her forefinger.

Sighing, he ran a hand through his blonde hair; he turned on his heel and stalked over to the chair next to the bed. He shrugged his suit jacket off his shoulder and flung it on the chair before sitting down.

Rolling his sleeves up to his elbows he glanced up at Annie, "Annie, I know you're a cop, but it still scares me when I hear that you're in the hospital at the end of the day."

Walking over to sit on the edge of the bed, Annie turned to face him.

"Reid, I am really sorry, I just don't want to scare you every time I end up here. I love you and I'm really sorry again." She grabbed his hand with her good arm and smiled at him. He grinned back and motioned for her to come over to him. Climbing off the bed and into his lap she rested her head on his shoulder.

"If it makes you feel better, you can watch Pogue pop my shoulder back into place." She said trying to lighten the mood.

Tightening his arms around her, he said, "Annie seeing you in pain does not make me feel better, but seeing you naked just might."

She didn't even have to look at him to know that he was smirking, that famous Garwin smirk, that Sarah and Kate warned her about all those year ago before they even started dating. Giggling to herself to leaned up and pressed her lips to his cheek.

"Alright, that's enough of that, there's a doctor in the room now." Pogue stated pulling back the curtains. "Get up on the bed, Annie."

Detangling herself from Reid's grasp she gingerly placed herself on the bed. With a grimace she looked directly at Pogue. "Okay, let's get this over with, I have to be ready for work tomorrow."

She could hear Reid groan, but she chose to ignore him and kept her focus on Pogue. He approached her right side, pulling her dislocated arm out to side so it was parallel to the floor, she winced from the pain, but gritted her teeth in an effort to prepare herself.

"Okay, Annie, we're going to do this on three, 1..2…"

Pop! Annie gasped and her vision blurred, she felt herself slowly leaning off the side of the bed, but was caught by a pair of very familiar arms.

Gathering her wits about her, Annie glared at Pogue while pulling herself out of Reid's grasp."You said on three, you son of a bitch! You went on two."

Chuckling to himself, "It's less painful when you don't expect it." Pogue replied while clasping Reid on the shoulder and pulling him off to the side.

The nurse came over to Annie to give her some painkillers and explained to her the process of how Annie would need to wear the sling provided to her for a few days, possibly even weeks. Of course knowing Annie it wouldn't even last a full day, but she was pulled out of her discussion with the nurse when she felt a pair of lips press into the back of her head. Smiling, she leaned back into him and he wrapped his arms around her.

"Okay, Wonder Woman, let's get you home."