ARoy: Yep, I'm brown. The brown parent dream is alive and well in my family. By choice, though, not by force. Like, I'm in law right now. But I've done an engineering diploma on the side, and I've done some work in nursing. My sister's the accountant.

#pick one: doctor/lawyer/engineer/business person.

"So, we're going to play a little game of health roulette," said Dr. Samuels as he quickly stood up.

Zara's eyes widened before getting out of her chair and heading towards the door, which was locked. She quickly fiddled with the top lock, but a hand suddenly came out of nowhere and wrapped itself around her neck. "Get off of me now!" she yelled, as she was yanked backwards. Stumbling, she managed to regain her balance by grabbing onto one of the knick-knacks that littered the doctor's desk. She swung wildly and her hand connected with the doctor's shoulder. The clay sculpture broke and cut into both her hands and Samuels.

"You little bitch," he growled as he advanced, the needle pointed directly at her neck. "I'm going to make sure that this is nice and slow for you."

"You psycho," she muttered, as she threw a few punches to his torso. None of them slowed him down,- rather they just made him angrier. "What are you, the Hulk?"

Samuels gave a small laugh, "I'm going to miss that sense of humor, Zara." He quickly wrapped his arms around her upper body and held her against his torso as she plunged the needle into her neck, and injected the anesthetic into her system.

Zara's eyes fluttered, "what…" she trailed off, as she felt herself succumb to the darkness.

"The office is just ahead," JJ said, pointing to a small little house on the end of the street. Outside, hung a small sign that read; "Dr. Richard Samuels: Endocrinologist."

Reid's blood pounded through his veins as they pulled to the side, and jumped out of the SUV. Immediately, they headed to the front door and knocked a few times.

"Dr. Richard Samuels. FBI" yelled Hotch loudly. He did this two more times, before nodding to the man behind them who kicked the door in.

They quickly entered the foyer and heard a loud yell from upstairs. Reid headed up the stairs while Rossi covered him.

"Fuck!" yelled a gruff voice as they approached the door.

Samuels ran behind his desk and produced a small gun, before running towards Zara and holding her up as a shield. He placed the gun to her temple and had cocked the bullet when Reid and Rossi entered the room.

"Dr. Samuels, lower your weapon," Rossi said, as Reid took in the scene.

Judging by how Samuels was holding Zara up, she was most likely unconscious, the metformin working its way through her bloodstream.

Samuels placed a hand over Zara's heart. "It's beating quite slowly, agents. You might want to make up your minds fast, or she'll die."

"She can't. You haven't given her a large enough dose," Reid said, hoping that he was right.

Luck was not on his side, as Samuels smirked. "Oh, you want to bet? I gave her enough to siphon the majority of her sugar out of her blood- not that there was much to begin with. She's unconscious now, but if she doesn't get the right amount of glucose soon, she's gone."

Rossi edged forward, "Samuels, you're not going to get away with this. You're going to prison."

Richard smiled, "I have no intention of going there." He quickly pointed the gun to his own head and pulled the trigger.

Reid winced as the two figures collapsed; Samuels' body was twitching slightly. Rossi called downstairs, "we need a medic! NOW!" as Reid ran towards Zara's body.

He gently placed two fingers to her neck, "she's got a pulse. But it's very low."

"-fine after that. Need's some time to get her system back in order, and that's it," said a woman's voice. Zara's head hurt so badly, she thought it was about to split open. It felt as though someone had tried to pull her brain through her skull. She could hear people talking but couldn't make any sense of what was going on.

"Thanks," said another, a voice that Zara recognized.

Ever so slightly, she opened her eyes, and was met with a faint white light. "White," she said simply.

"You're in a hospital," said the really familiar voice.

Zara tilted her head ever so slightly and saw a few figures standing in her room. The one nearest was the only face she recognized; "Agent Reid, I've seen enough hospitals to know what they look like," she said sarcastically.

"Most people think they're in heaven," said a man standing in the back. He was slightly older with short black hair and a goatee.

Zara gave a small laugh, "I don't believe in heaven. I'm Indian. I believe in urns and reincarnation."

The team laughed and Hotch broke another one of his faint smiles. "How are you feeling?" asked Reid.

"Like shit, if I'm being perfectly honest….." she paused as a loud beeping noise filled her ears, "what the hell is that?"

"The heart rate monitor. It's really loud," said JJ with a smile.

Zara winced as she sat up, and gave the monitor a disgusted look. "If I knew it was going to be this loud, I would have stayed dead," she said with humour. Zara smiled at the team, "thanks for saving my life."

"It's what we do," said Tara.

"Way to be modest," muttered Rossi, as he headed towards the door. "Thanks for your help on the case," he said to Zara, who waved aside the compliment.

"It's my job to help," she replied, as the team filed out of the room- save for Reid. She turned to face him, "How long have you been here?" she asked.

Reid bit his lip, "a while." He paused, "Adam was here to, but he had to go to work."

"So he found a job?" Zara said with some sense of awe, "didn't think he would."

Reid paused unsure of what to say. Zara had been knocked out for a few days, and in that much time, the LAPD and FBI had decided to remove her as head coroner, and had given the position to Thryid. Reid had petitioned for Zara's reinstatement, but the LAPD was not having it. He didn't want to be the one to break the news to her, but someone had to. And who better to do it than someone she was never going to see in her life.

"He has your job," Reid said quietly.

"I'm sorry, but what did you just say?" Zara said, sounding both angry and close to tears. She leant forwards, "what did you just say?"

Reid took a deep breath, "the FBI and LAPD removed you as the head coroner and gave the job to Thryid.

Zara inhaled sharply. "You've got to be kidding me."

Reid looked down, "I'm sorry."

Zara muttered something in Punjabi, "they can't do that to me. I'm the best they've got." Reid looked up at her and watched as a few tears fell from her eyes. "I worked my ass off for that job, and they just handed it away? To him?"

"I'm so sorry," said Reid, standing up and heading for the door. He cast a glance back at the woman, sitting upright in her bed, tears spilling freely from her eyes. "I think you were much better at the job."

She looked up at Reid and smiled, "thanks."