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Emily exited the room and moved to the elevator. Despite only being in his room once, she knew exactly where to find it. When she got there, the rest of the team was there.

Spencer looked deathly pale making the deep purple bruises on his body all the more noticeable. His torso was bandaged but bruises still peak out from the gauze.

Penelope and J.J. looked like they were fighting back tears and Rossi looked sad. Emily saw rare anger flash across Hotch's features as he gazed at the battered body of his youngest member.

"Hey where'd you disappear to?" J.J. asked once Emily summed up the courage to enter.

"Bathroom." Emily lied easily as she joined the ring they had formed around Spencer's bed.

"The doctor came in a few minutes ago." Penelope said quietly. "She said he was gonna be okay. A little sore for a while but okay."

Emily nodded letting her friend know she had heard but she was only focused on the person in the bed. It took every ounce of Emily's self-control not to reach out and brush the bangs from his forehead.

Silence reined for a while as everyone looked at their resident genius and wished they could have been there to save him. Everyone on the team was always so protective of Reid but it was only natural. He was the one that reassured them that goodness still existed in the world after a tough case; he was the one to make them smile at his excited ramblings, and make them laugh at his adorable awkwardness.

"We should probably go." Hotch finally broke the silence.

"But Hotch…"

"He's gonna need his rest." Hotch insisted staring at each team member.

"Aaron at least one person should stay." Dave said softly.

"I'll stay." Emily announced quickly. "Morgan is awake and I'm sure he's up for visitors."

They all agreed and slowly filled out of the room.

"Call if anything changes." Penelope demanded, her eyes were red as if she had been crying earlier.

"I will." Emily promised as she inhabited the seat J.J. had vacated beside Spencer's bed. Penelope nodded, satisfied and followed the profilers out the room.

Emily doesn't know how long she sat there watching her young lover's chest rise and fall. She nearly dozed off when a small noise came from the bed.

"Spencer, come on Spencer wake up." Emily urged taking his hand.

"Mhmm." Spencer mumbled incoherently.

"Come on just open your eyes."

Spencer mumbled something and slowly opened his eyes, blinking rapidly to adjust to the light.

"Emily?" He sounded groggy and confused. "What happened?"

"We were taking down and UnSub and we split up. The UnSub attacked you and Derek." Emily said moving to sit on his bed.

Spencer nodded letting Emily know he had heard. He swallowed thickly trying to moisten his dry throat. Emily reached over to the night stand, grabbing a cup of water and dangled the straw in front of his mouth. Spencer nodded his thanks and gulped down the water.

"How's Derek?"

"Just a hit on the head. He got about four stitches and should be discharged later."

"Okay that's good." Spencer nodded. He was quiet for a few moments before turning his doe eyes to her.

"And how are you, Emily?"

This was one of the reasons Emily fell in love with him. Even though he must have been feeling terrible he was still worried about her. He held so much compassion and empathy for everyone around him.

"I'm fine, spencer." Emily assured him. "Focus on you right now. How do you feel?"

Spencer seemed to contemplate this for a moment before his eyes widened.

"It doesn't hurt that much." His voice was a frightened whisper. He turned to Emily.

"It doesn't hurt. Why doesn't it hurt?" It was clear that he was on the verge of a freak-out.

"Don't worry I was here when they brought you in, it's non-narcotic." Emily was quick to reassure him.

The genius visibly relaxed. His former drug addiction was still a touchy subject, one that was never discussed even behind closed doors.

"Thank you." His voice was grateful and as full of love for her as he felt. "How'd you manage to get J.J. and Garcia out of here?"

"I have my ways." Emily said coyly earning a smile and an "I bet you do" from Spencer.

The two just sat there in a companionable silence for the longest before Spencer let out a tired yawn.

"I've been here too long, you must be exhausted." She turned to go but his arm darted out and stopped her.

"No! I mean you don't have to go." He blushed and retracted his hand. "If you want too."

Emily smiled at his awkwardness and moved to his bed.

"Scoot over." Emily urged gently.

"What if the team comes back?" Spencer asked nervously though he scooted over anyway.

"They aren't going to tonight. Hotch told them you needed rest."

She smiled triumphantly as he snuggled up to her.

"Derek is right, you are a cuddler." She didn't have to see him to know he was blushing. She ran her fingers through his chestnut locks and felt a wave of contentment wash over her. Her boys were okay slightly injured but still okay.

"Goodnight Emily." Spencer whispered sounding half asleep already.

"Goodnight Spencer." Emily whispered back feeling tired herself.

A small smile appeared as her lover whispered a goodnight Derek and she whispered it too.

If anyone were to walk by they would see two people sleeping looking perfectly happy and content.

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