Part 4! This is a filler of sorts. I don't CM. Please review and enjoy :)
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
Spencer was dragged back into consciousness by the continuous beeping sound. Oh my god, what the hell is that noise? And why did his eyelids feel like they weighed a thousand pounds each. He scrunched his eyes tight. Pain exploded and he groaned softly.
"Reid?"
Morgan?
"Come on, open your eyes, youngster." The agent coaxed softly. With a lot of effort (in Reid's head), he cracked one eye open and then the next. "Hey, welcome back." Morgan said, patting the younger agent on the shoulder softly. Spencer felt like he had swallowed a dozen cotton balls. He licked his dry lips and croaked "Water?"
He was surprised to see a tan hand reach for the water pitcher on the small table by his bed. He followed the hand to a suit jacket cloaked arm and up to the face of his boss.
"Crap." he squeaked. Hotch nodded. He helped Spencer take a couple of gulps. "Easy," Hotch advised gently. "Thank you, sir." Spencer said, his voice more sooth and not as harsh.
"Busy night, Reid." Hotch stated, sitting back in the plastic chair. "Hotch, I can explain."
"So can your injuries." The unit chief said dryly.
Spencer took a breath and regretted it. He gasped sharply in pain and automatically cradled his rib cage with his free hand. "Easy, kid, you've got two broken ribs." Morgan said, leaning over and hitting the call button for the nurse. Spencer closed his eyes and waited for the pain to pass. "Reid, what possessed you to get into a fight with LaMontagne?" Hotch wanted to know. "I just wanted to keep him busy so that JJ and Henry could get away. He was angry and-" "Drunk, I know. Morgan told me. What he didn't tell me was why JJ called you? And why you responded as a lover and not a teammate." Hotch asked, getting to the heart of the manner.
Spencer was saved by a young Asian nurse coming into the room. "Welcome back, Dr. Reid. You've been out of it for a while. And not looking too hot." She said with a kind smile, going over to the machine he was hooked up to and looking over his vitals. "You should see the other guy," Spencer joked with a weak smile and she giggled.
"Ok, Dr. Reid, the doctor will be in here pretty soon to talk to you. I'm glad you're awake, your girlfriend's still pretty upset." She informed him, hitting the button to gave Spencer a shot of morphine. He looked to Morgan who mouthed "JJ". "Oh, yeah, is she ok?" The nurse looked at him. "You're the one in the hospital bed, Dr. Reid. But yes, she's fine, just shaken. Your son fell asleep a few hours ago." Fighting the morphine, he frowned, "My son?" his words slurring slightly. "Yeah, Henry." Morgan piped up, giving the young genius a look. "Right."
Sending him another warm smile, the nurse left the room. "You want to tell me what's going on with you and JJ?" Hotch asked, crossing his hands. "She told Will she wanted a divorce. He didn't take it well." Spencer slurred, feeling very relaxed and…floatly. "Why?" "Because she loves me." Spencer sent Hotch a doopy smile. The older agent closed his eyes briefly and sighed. "Great." He stood up and went over to the door. "Wait, where are-are you mad at-something I said?" Spencer fumbled his questions. "Someone has to let JJ know you're awake. And no, I'm not mad. Just upset that you're hurt." He answered truthfully. "Sorry, sir." "Rest, Spencer."
"JJ." JJ looked up at the sound of her boss's voice. Henry was asleep on the chair next to her, worn out from the night's activities. "Reid is awake."
She bowed her head in relief and blew out a shaky breath as she tried to keep the tears at bay. "Thank you, Hotch." She said, raising her head and smiling weakly. He eyed her for a moment before easing himself down next to her.
"What's going on, JJ? Why do I have an agent in one room and your husband in another one, both with severe injuries?" JJ sighed, looking away for a brief moment. "JJ, why are you sitting out here waiting for information on Reid and not sitting with Will?" He asked, more gentler.
"Will and I are over, Hotch. It's been over for a while, tonight was just the grand finale." She said with a bitter and weary tone.
"Why were Morgan and Reid at your place tonight?" Hotch questioned. "I called Spencer. He said he was bringing Morgan with him. Good thing, because Will was way more out of control than I could handle, especially with Henry." "Did Will hurt you?" "No, when he started throwing things, I locked myself in the bedroom and called Spencer." "Why Reid?"
JJ bit her lower lip and looked at her sleeping son. "JJ, I need to know the truth." Hotch said soft, but firm.
"The truth? The truth is that I'm in love with Spencer Reid. I have been for a long time, I just…wouldn't let it happen." She looked Hotch in the eye. "I asked my husband for a divorce so I could be with Spencer. So that he could be a father, a real father to Henry. So that we could be a family." She said with conviction.
Hotch said nothing on the outside, but he was taken aback on the inside. He hadn't realize that media liaison had felt so strongly about the young genius. Or that Reid wanted to be a father to Henry, a child that wasn't even his own flesh and blood. But more so, he didn't realize that things were bad between JJ and Will.
He exhaled softly, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand and looking at his watch. "Henry will be lucky to have Spencer as a father." He finally said and JJ nodded with a smile. "He's really good with him, Hotch. For all Derek's talk about the "Reid Effect", Henry adores Spence." "I can see that. But anyway, after the doctor's done with him, you can go see him. I called Emily and she's on her way, so be prepared to be interrogated since she probably called Garcia." JJ chuckled. "Thank you, so much, Hotch." He nodded and stood, walking back to the elevator to check on the young agent.
JJ and Reid. He never saw that coming.
"Morgan, did you eat my jello?" A groggy Spencer asked upon seeing an empty jello cup and a used spoon with red stains on it next to it.
"You were asleep." Morgan defended himself, looking away from the TV. "For like ten minutes." Spencer argued.
"Ah, Dr. Reid. How are we feeling?" The doctor asked, coming into the room. Morgan eyed the doctor distrustfully. "What are you, eighteen?" He questioned, crossing his arms and widening his stance.
The young doctor chuckled. "My name is Doctor Jackson. And I'm 27."
"You're too young to be a doctor." Morgan said, shaking his head. "I assure you, Agent-" "Morgan. Derek Morgan." "Agent Morgan, that I am a doctor. I'm in my last year of attending." "Relax, Morgan." Spencer said from the bed. "What's the verdict, Doctor?"
"Well, Dr. Reid, you sure are banged up. You've got two broken ribs, a broken nose, two black eyes, and a mild concussion, as well as a multitude of cuts and bruises. We've set the nose with a splint, wrapped the ribs, and given you a painkiller for the concussion. We are going to keep you overnight for observation, just to make sure you wake up tomorrow. And we'll go from there."
"Thank you, Doctor." Spencer said, nudging Morgan to do the same. The muscular agent grunted. "By the way, I also treated the guy you were brought in with, and I have to admire you, Dr. Reid. That's a big guy compared to you."
"You don't have to tell me that." Spencer joked, wheezing slightly at the pain from his ribs.
"You may want to hang around with serious people until your ribs heal. Your boss, for instance." This of course caused Spencer to laugh.
So, yeah I have no control on where this is going, I just follow my fingertips. Up next Emily and Garcia weigh in on the night's events