Disclaimer: I own neither Doctor Who, or Criminal Minds.

Hello all y'all amazing people! Y'all are all special, and unique, never forget it! And you are all my Amazing Lovelies!

I'M SORRY, MY LOVELIES, MY FRIEND, WHO STARTED THE CHALLENGE, POINTED OUT THAT I'D TOLD HER IT WAS A LITTLE BOY, BUT I, THINKING ABOUT CAL, AND THE BABY IN THE STORY, I ACCIDENTLY WROTE 'GIRL'. I'M SORRY! HERE'S THE FIX!

To my reviewers, and followers, may I introduce, the next STORY! For those of you who don't know: I have received a challenge. it contains multiple scenarios of library fix-its involving CM and DW, and the evolution is up to me. I intend to turn each base into a multi chapter story. I will update as often as possible, enjoy! I would love constructive criticism, if you don't mind. OH! And The Doctor is Reid and Reid is him, so he shall be referred to as Reid. -Fly On, Fly Strong, Fly Forever, Fly High, Fight Hard, Live Free

Previously:

"Well, I figured, once I'm clean again, and I've had enough coffee to beat the jetlag and make me feel somewhat human again," she winked as if that was some inside joke, "we could go grab some lunch."

"Sounds like a brilliant idea, however, why don't you stay here, there's a shower in every bathroom in case of emergency, you can clean up here, and I won't have to worry about you getting in trouble."

"Oh you know I can always find some kind of mischief," her eyes danced with an impish gleam. "Where's the ladies'?" He directed her there, then settled into his desk. He became aware of all he eyes on him.

"What? What's up with you guys?"

CH:2

Before anyone could say anything, however, there was a fierce gasping noise, followed by a strangled whimper. Reid jerked around to see River leaning against the wall, clutching her chest. When her eyes locked with his, she managed to wheeze out 'bag' before collapsing to her knees in a desperate coughing fit.

He was up and moving, scrambling to her side the millisecond he realized what was happening, and he upended her bag, shifting through everything to reveal an inhaler, a nebulizer, an oxygen mask, and a nasal cannula. "River, which one?!"

"In- haler- first. Then- neb- u- lizer." He hastened to bring the inhaler to her lips and help her take the appropriate dose. Her coughing eased, but Reid stared in horror at her hands, which her coated in fresh mud and... blood.

"River! River, what's going on? River, please!"

"Swee- tie, I- I need - hos-pital. -Now." An agent ad already called 911 when she first started struggling to breathe, so all he could do was hold her hand and wait. "It's- fi- ine, just- cr- a- ked a cou- ple ribs. Must of- moved- them." Each gasping breath and broken word was like a jagged, rusty dagger stabbing his heart. "So- rry."

"Don't you dare apologize for being hurt. Don't you dare hide the damage from me. River," he growled lowly, holding her close, as tight as he dared, and still as gentle as a whisper. "Don't. You. Dare."

The EMTs hurried over, loading her on a stretcher, and rushed the pair out. The entire room was silent.

"What happened to her?"

"I don't know Morgan." Garcia hurried over.

"Um, guys? I know. See, Reid asks me to keep an eye on the news in certain areas. When I asked him why, he told me about his wife, but swore me to secrecy, and told me he liked knowing she was ok, and that she'd never tell him if anything happened. So, this week, she was in India. And it's monsoon season."

"She said there was danger of, not there was."

"Well, she wasn't at her camp this morning. She was picking up supplies with some of her team and part of the camera crew that was filming her team for a history channel documentary." The village they were in, well, it was bad." She pulled a news feed up on the monitor. A reporter was talking about some new scandal before their hand flew to their ear.

"Oh my God, this is huge! We have exclusive live footage from India, where mudslides are cropping up everywhere!" The screen cut to the feed.

River appeared with six other people, and a little boy, maybe two or three, of obvious Indian descent, who was mimicking River's every move. All six and River wore large black backpacks marked with the universal first aid sign. The sky around them was gray, and dreary. Suddenly the camera was shaking, and everyone started looking around, eyes wide. River jerked around to look at the mountain just behind the village, and went still for a second. She grabbed her team. "Get everyone out. Get them to the dig site, that's the safest place for them." two of them nodded and hurried off, grabbing people and talking to them rapidly in Hindi.

River herself quickly stood on a table and called out, garnering everyone's attention. The news team provided a translation. "EVERYONE LISTEN UP! MY TEAM AND I ARE GOING TO TAKE YOU SOMEWHERE SAFE, FOLLOW US! EVERYBODY NEEDS TO COME WITH US! NO ONE LEFT BEHIND!"

She started ushering people over to where people were waiting. They must have been the guides, because they quickly took great hordes of people away. The view split into five as cameras followed five people: River, two women, and two men. They hurried through the tiny little village, pulling out the stragglers. The last people were cleared just as with a great rumbling roar, the ground shook and trembled, toppling buildings left and right. Over the din, a tiny wailing voice could be heard, along with a young boy's screams. River's face was shown in sharp relief with a look of utter horror before she was off, tearing her way through the streets, dodging falling debris left and right, leaping over the minefield that was the ground. She dived into a building just before the rumbling stopped. The second everything was still, a camera hurried into the building to see River frantically trying to rouse a young woman. That failing she began CPR. Eventually she sat back, defeated.

A fire entered her eyes, and she darted around the mostly intact home, grabbing supplies, and then the children. Then cameras showed River emerge from the house with the boy from the market on her hip, and the infant in her arms.

"Their mother's dead," she murmured in the team's ears. "The little one said she was sick. I couldn't save her."

Her voice was thick with sorrow and regret. "Professor, we have to move."

"I know Anita. Everyone's out, right?"

"Yes. Proper Dave took that part, Other Dave got that one, I took that one, and Evangilista took this one."

"Right. Start moving, the road's just the-" She was cut off by another wild roar as the wind picked up. This time, mud, fast moving and deadly, accompanied the tremor. And it blocked the road. the team did the only thing they could.

They ran the other way.

Right into the cliff over the river. There were still homes all around them, but there was nowhere to go. So River did the only thing she could. She shoved her team. They splashed into the water fifty feet below, surfacing quickly and calling for her after all but one camera joined them. The camera refused to jump, opting to stay with her, to record their fate. They both knew the kids wouldn't survive the jump. They both knew she wouldn't abandon them. She closed her eyes tightly and mouthed, "I'm sorry, My Love."

And she darted inside one of the empty shells around them.

The camera followed.

AN: Hope you don't hate it. I love you all! And as always: Talk to me, critique me, ask me questions, I shall always reply, when I can. -RebelUp. -your friendly neighborhood renegade.