Chapter 1 (towards the end of season four)

~Third Person~

The wavy haired brunette sighed before hitting accept on her cell and said "Hello? Hi, Penny." She was on the phone with her best friend, Penelope Garcia. "Hey Ar-oh in the knee." Penelope said back, making a pun of the brunette's name. "Ha, ha. I'm laughing so hard," the brunette told Penelope. "Sorry, Arabella, doll, but, I am calling to invite you to my Christmas party!"

Arabella scanned her calendar. Blank, for once. "Alright. What time should I come?" she asked Penny. "Seven. Wear a dress, bring your guitar. Oh, and I have some you should meet. He's a co-worker of mine." Penny said this last part excitedly. "Ew, gross. Last time, you sent me on a blind date with one of Kevin's friends! It was gross!" Arabella winced, thinking about it.

~x~x~

Penelope Garcia sat there, bored in her little "office room". JJ had reported that there wasn't any new cases lately. She must have sat there for two, three hours. Then suddenly she gained an idea.

~x~x~

Dr. Spencer Reid fiddled his fingers. The genius had nothing to do, though he was a man with an IQ of 187. Garcia. He wondered what the curly haired analyst was doing. He scooted away from his desk, stood up, and walked to her desk, stood up and walked to her office. He opened the door curiously. The good doctor was confused by what he saw.

Penelope was watching a music video that, upon Reid's closer expectation, had a girl playing the guitar and singing.

"Hey, Garcia. What are you watching?" Reid asked. Garcia jumped slightly before responding. "Well Boy Genius," she said using Morgan's nickname, "I'm watching my best friend Arabella Winchester's new music video. She wrote it when I got shot..."

He paused, thinking for a second. "Could you start it from the beginning?"

Garcia got it to start from the beginning.

Reid shut his eyes and he listened to the music.

The I.V. and your hospital bed
This was no accident
This was a therapeutic chain of events

This is the scent of dead skin on a linoleum floor
This is the scent of quarantine wings in a hospital
It's not so pleasant
And it's not so conventional
It sure as hell ain't normal
But we deal, we deal

The anesthetic never set in and I'm wondering where
The apathy and urgency is that I thought I phoned in
It's not so pleasant.
And it's not so conventional
It sure as hell ain't normal
But we deal, we deal

Just sit back, just sit back
Just sit back and relax
Just sit back, just sit back
Just sit back and relapse again

Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Sit back, relax
Sit back, relapse again
Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Just sit back, just sit back

You're a regular decorated emergency
You're a regular decorated emergency

This is the scent of dead skin on a linoleum floor
This is the scent of quarantine wings in a hospital
It's not so pleasant.
And it's not so conventional
It sure as hell ain't normal
But we deal, we deal

The anesthetic never set in and I'm wondering where
The apathy and urgency is that I thought I phoned in
It's not so pleasant.
And it's not so conventional
It sure as hell ain't normal
But we deal, we deal

Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Sit back, relax
Sit back, relapse again
Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Just sit back, just sit back
Sit back, sit back, relax, relapse
Sit back, sit back, bababada
You can take the kid out of the fight

You're a regular decorated emergency
The bruises and contusions will remind me what you did when you wake
You've earned a place atop the ICU's hall of fame
The camera caught you causing a commotion on the gurney again

You're a regular decorated emergency
The bruises and contusions will remind me what you did when you wake
You've earned a place atop the ICU's hall of fame
The camera caught you causing a commotion on the gurney again

Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Sit back, relax
Sit back, relapse again
Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Just sit back, just sit back
Sit back, sit back, relax, relapse
Sit back, sit back, bababada
You can take the kid out of the fight

The I.V. and your hospital bed
This was no accident
This was a therapeutic chain of events