Derek has never given much thought to the damage a taser can do. But maybe he should've. Since that bastard zapped him with one, and now he is down for the count, while the unsub's got both twins. Somehow, Derek knows this without knowing him, his phone vibrates. He wills his body to react. To pick it up. But nothing happens. Almost nothing anyway. A finger twitches, and that hardly jolting, buzzing sensations make their way through his prone is what he hates more than anything else. Not the being injured - he can take that - it's the being totally helpless that scares him more than at the office, he doctors his own injury. It hurts like hell, but he manages it. He knows he won't sleep tonight, so he grabs a stack of files and prepares to go through them. But his mind keeps racing. He keeps glancing over his shoulder, and wishing for something to ease his freaked out nerves. But nothing takes a deep breath and begins to pour over the files in front of him. He wishes for odd things. Tons of deep pressure. A glass of water. Sleep. None of these things show up, though, and instead, Derek works late into the night, with Elle somewhere nearby, taking half his paperwork.