Even though the Team saved Diana, Reid was shot.

I DO NOT OWN CRIMIAL MINDS.

The team sat quietly in the waiting room. Reid had gone into surgery over two hours ago. Diana had been released with only a bruise around her neck where the rope had been. She sat as close to the door a humanly possible. Morgan sat next to her, one arm around her. Hotch paced the floor for what seemed like the millionth time. JJ and Rossi talked in a low murmur. Diana just stared at the clock, counting every second. 'Please be alright Spencer. I need you more than you'll ever know,' she silently said to herself. Five minutes later a nurse finally walked into the room. Diana fought the urge to just jump out of her sit.

"Are you all here for Spencer Reid?"

"Yes." Hotch met her at the door.

"He lost a lot of blood but it stable. It is a miracle that the bullet went through without hitting anything. We put him into an induced coma to reduce his pain without narcotic pain killers as you directed. He'll be asleep till tomorrow. If one of you would like to stay with him over night, we can place an extra bed in his room."

A wave of relief fell over everyone, none more than Diana. "I'll stay, if that is alright with you Hotch?"

"I don't think he would want it any other way. But you should go to the hotel to clean up first. Morgan, will you take her?"

"Sure thing. I'll call Garcia and tell her the good news."

Hotch nodded. "Rossi and JJ. You two head over too. I'll stay here till Diana returns."

The ride to the hotel was long. The on the way Morgan called Garcia to tell her that Reid was going to be fine. When the call first came in, Penelope thought back to the time she was shot.

"It will take some time for him to heal from this Diana. Just take it slow and do not let him over do it."

"I'm sure he will try. I remember him telling me about being shot in the leg before."

"That's true, but he was just but on light duty after that." Morgan thought back to that case. A man upset that a doctor was unable to save his son, so he threaten the doctor's son. "He saved the doctor by shooting the Unsub but the gun fired, hitting him. The doctor tried to help him, but Reid told him to help the shooter."

"I just can't believe this has happened to him twice." Diana marveled at how Spencer was able to function after all the things that had happened to him. "I wonder how long he'll have to stay here."

"I wouldn't think longer than a week. If you want, I can do some shopping for you before you get back?"

"That would be nice Penelope. I'll have to see about getting some books he hasn't read yet."

"That might be hard." Morgan had a point. Reid had even read all of the books she moved in with.

"JJ did mention that he hadn't read the Twilight Saga…"

"Please don't let him read it. The last thing I need him going on about is the themes and subplots of those books. I heard enough from my sisters."

The girls laughed. "So Harry Potter is out of the question too?"

"Yes. Hey Babydoll, you're coming up on the hotel. I'll give you a call when we hear anything."

"Alright guys. I'll talk to you two later."

"Night, Garcia." Diana was that the rest of the team was going to be there to help them. "Thanks Derek for the ride back. I really need a shower after all this."

"Go on ahead. I'll be in my room. By the way," he pulled a key out of his packet, "I'm sure Reid wouldn't mind you putting his stuff in your room."

"Thanks again." She stepped out of the SVU, walked into the lobby, and onto the elevator. When the door closed, her legs became weak. She could finally let her brave face down. The last thing she wanted was to let the team know her true feelings. She was still traumatized by the events from the last 24 hours. Before being pulled into the van, the last thing she saw was Spencer's face, pale and in shock. In the hours that followed, Hathorne and his gang used the outdated methods of the past to determine if she was a witch. The most humiliating was them stripping her down to search the devil's mark. They poked her with multiple needles, trying to find the invisible mark. She screamed in pain as a new spot was pricked. She begged for them to stop. When they did, they threw her clothes at her and left her in a dark room. The ding of the elevator woke her for the memories.

When the door opened, she made her way to Reid's room first. She grabbed his still unpacked bag. He had dropped it casually on the bed before heading to the station. She then made her way to her room. Like Reid, she didn't have time to unpack. She grabbed a change of clothes and went into the bathroom. The water stung the bruise on her neck. The physical mark would be gone in a few weeks, but the emotional one would remain. She quickly washed, got out and dressed. She grabbed the bags before leaving the room.

Across hall, Morgan waited for her. He wondered what the bustards had done to her. When they found her, she still fought but her bright eyes seemed dim. He tried to not think of the worst thing, but it was hard. The rest of the team knew his past and he knew the signs. A knock came at the door. 'That was quick,' he thought when he went to answer. She stood there, her eyes still dim. "You ready?"

"Yeah. I know he won't wake up but I want to be there."

"Before we go can I asks you something."

"What?" A tinge of fear hung in her voice.

Morgan took a deep breath. "Did they do anything to you?"

Tears started to form in the corner of her eyes. All she could do was nod.

Derek felt like an ass now. He took her into his arms. "I'm sorry I asked. I just," he couldn't find the words.

"It's okay," she said through the tears. "I know you're just worried about me."

"Do you want to talk about it? If not, it's okay. But just remember that I'm here for you and Reid. You two are like siblings to me."

"Thanks Derek. I don't want to really talk about it right now. But so you know that didn't rape."

"Then what did they do?"

"They took my clothes off, and then pricked me with needles." The tears began to roll. She sobbed heavy, on the verge of a panic attack. Derek sat her down and got her a drink. She sipped on the water till her breathing slowed. "I'm so sorry."

"It's okay, I shouldn't have pried. When you're ready, we can go."

"Just a few more minutes."

"Take your time." He gave her some space.

Hotch was sitting in the chair next to Reid's bed, half asleep. He stirred when he heard two sets of footsteps coming down the hall. Diana was the first to walk into the room, followed by Morgan. Hotch quickly got up to let Diana take the seat. Morgan motioned to Hotch to follow him out into the hallway. Once out of earshot, Hotch asked, "What is it Derek?"

"Diana is going to need additional time off and consoling."

"Why?"

"They tortured her Hotch. They stripped her down to nothing then poked her with needles."

"Did they…"

"No. I could see she was telling the truth. And Reid will need help too. He gave me his gun because he didn't know what he was going to do it Diana was gone."

Hotch was taken aback you. The Reid he knew never gave up. "I'll make recommendations to the director. In the mean time, don't tell anyone else."

Morgan agreed before turning to reenter the room. Diana had taken Hotch's spot and was holding Reid's hand, just looking at his pale features. He looked peaceful. Diana was happy not to see a morphine pump. In his current state, it would be too easy for him to fall back into his addiction. She noticed the bed closer to the door. She knew that at least part of the night she should sleep in it. She met Hotch's gaze. "Thank you Hotch ."

"It's fine Diana, we're heading to the hotel. Try to get some sleep. We'll be bake in the morning."

The two left the room, discussing what plans would need to be made.

Diana and Reid have a long road to recovery, but what happened to Hathorne? You'll find out soon.