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Morgan honked his horn loudly as he went through the traffic, he looked over to the passenger seat to check on Reid. There was blood all over him, Morgan was able to faintly see bruises around his friend's neck. Morgan turned around the corner when a small harsh cough came from next to him. Reid's good eye fluttered open, the other more swollen and horrible than ever.
"Hey kid, I'm getting you to the hospital. Just stay awake."
"Hmmmmmm," Reid moaned gently. "Where..am...I?"
"You are in my car," Morgan said quickly. "I'm taking you to the hospital. Reid, can you tell me anything about the man who did this?"
"My head hurts. Do you...hear...that buzzing sound?"
Reid's eyes shut again, he slumped against the window, his blood smearing against the glass and a small line of blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
"Reid! Reid!" Morgan yelled as he put one hand on Reid's shoulder and shook him. "Reid, come on. Please, wake up."
Morgan felt immense relief as he saw the emergency entrance to the hospital. He slammed on the brakes and came to a stop outside the doors.
"Sir, you can't park there," a doctor yelled.
Morgan jumped out of the SUV and ran to the passenger side, he threw open the door and unbuckled Reid's seatbelt. "I need help. I'm an FBI agent, so is my friend. He's been attacked and beaten. He isn't waking up. His name is Spencer Reid and you can't give him any narcotics."
He hooked one arm under Reid's knee and another under his back. He brought him into a bridal carry and rushed towards the entrance. The doctor threw his cigarette to the floor at the sight of Reid.
"Bring him in quick," the doctor ordered before calling to a nurse. "Get a gurney."
Morgan rushed in and placed Reid on the gurney. He followed the doctor and the nurse to the double doors only to find another nurse stopping him from going through.
"I'm sorry, sir. You can't go back there while they are working."
"I need to go with him," Morgan argued.
"I'm sorry but you can't. A member of staff with come and get you after they have helped your friend. There is nothing you can do for him in that room. The waiting room is down the hall. Please wait there."
Morgan didn't get a chance to argue as the young nurse rushed through the doors to help. He stood there for a few moments, his mind trying to process everything. His best friend was unconscious, beaten and hurt because of someone coming after him. He rushed back outside and moved his car to a parking spot before opening his phone up and dialling Hotch.
"Hello," Hotch grumbled from the other line.
"Hotch, it's Morgan. This is an emergency. I need you to get the rest of the team and bring them down to the hospital. You also need to get Garcia and give her a protective detail."
"Morgan, what's wrong? What's happened?"
Morgan tightened his grip on the phone as he felt anger run through him. "A man came into Reid's apartment and tied him up. He called me and taunted me about what he was going to do to Reid and that my past is here for me to face. Hotch, he beat the hell out of Reid. There's a lot of blood and Reid couldn't stay awake in the car. Just get everyone. We need to get this guy. Just bring Garcia here with protection. Garcia can stay with Reid, you know she won't leave his side. The protection detail can protect them both here."
"Just stay there," Hotch said quickly, his rushed movements heard by Morgan. "I'll get Garcia and get a detail ready. Everything will be fine. We will get this guy."
Reid
Reid felt hands over his body, a soft beeping noise piercing through the darkness. He opened his good eye and saw people through blurred vision. He began to struggled against the hands. He let out a yelp as he tried to move his wrist.
"Spencer," a voice called through the blurriness. "My name is Dr Grayson. You are in the hospital. We need you to stay still so we can work on your injuries. You have a lot of cuts."
"Morgan!" he called. "Where...is Morgan?!"
"Your friend is outside," a female voice tried to assure him.
Reaching up with his good hand, he gripped the doctor's jacket and pulled him down. "You...have to tell him. C-Caucasion...black hair...green eyes. S-Scar above eye! Just tell him!"
"I need a sedative," Dr Grayson called. He couldn't treat his patient in this state.
Reid let out a small gasp as a needle pierced his skin. He closed his eyes as he succumbed to the sweet, painless darkness.
The team all entered the waiting room, one by one over the next hour. Garcia came into the waiting room with two police officers following behind her. She took one look at Morgan and rushed over to him. The moment Morgan saw her, he got to his feet and hugged her close.
"Thank god!" Morgan said with great relief. "Thank god, you are safe."
"I'm safe. Now, tell us, what the hell is going on? Where is Reid?"
"The doctor is looking after him. They haven't given me any news yet. We need a forensic unit at Reid's apartment."
"Already done," Hotch said. "Reid's attacker told you that your past is here for you to face. Do you have any idea who he might be?"
"No, I don't. We have all made enemies. Anyone from my time as a cop to my time as an FBI agent could be after me. He called Reid my little brother. The note in the apartment said Garcia was next."
"Why does he want me?" Garcia asked, fear slipping into her voice.
"He wants to hurt you because of how much you mean to me," Morgan answered. "You are my god given solace and I care about you a lot. He wants to hurt those I care about the most."
The door to the waiting room opened and a young man walked in. "Family of Spencer Reid."
"Here," Morgan said. "How is he?"
"I can only talk to his medical contact."
"That's me," Hotch answered. "I'm Aaron Hotchner. You may speak freely in front us all. Everyone here is Reid's family."
The doctor nodded. "He is doing well. We had to sedate him to work on him after he became agitated. His left wrist got broken, his right eye is completely swollen shut and he has deep and serious bruising over his entire body. I estimate that he got beaten for about five to seven minutes straight. He has a deep gash along his cheek and other deep cuts around his face, neck and arms. We pulled some small pieces from his wounds. They look like they came from a mirror. My best guess is that he was brutally smashed into one. The gash on his cheek will most likely scar. He has four broken ribs, a mild concussion but there is no internal bleeding. A broken nose. He bit the inside of his mouth which is where most of the blood in his mouth came from. Your friend is very strong. All the cuts are getting stitched up as we speak."
"Oh Reid!" Garcia sobbed gently before putting her hand over her mouth."
"Before, when he was becoming agitated, he gave us the description of someone, I assume his attacker. Caucasian, black hair, green eyes with a scar above one of his eyes. We had to sedate him to keep his heart rate down. He isn't being given any pain medication, per your instructions."
"We've got a description," Rossi said. "Now, let's get the bastard."
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