Chapter 4:
A/N: Hiya again. Hope you are liking the story so far, and thank you for the reviews. They mean a lot. Well, hope you enjoy. I need a bit of help with the story. Read the A/N at the bottom if you would like to help. Thanks!!!
Without knocking, Morgan raced into the apartment, his blood thumping around his head as a wave of panic swept over him when he saw no one stood in the living room. He forcibly told himself that he was getting himself worked up, and that he should calm down. Taking several long deep breaths, he proceeded through the living room, down the far passage, and turned into the bathroom where mumbled words between two men could be heard.
Morgan stood in the doorway, taking in the scene. Gideon, who was half asleep, held Spencer in his arms. Spencer was curled up close to the older agent, as though he got comfort from him. The look on Spencer's face was grey and tired, and yet strangely peaceful. He had always looked young because of his age, but now, Spencer's facial features resembled a teenager barley in his mid teens. Morgan had only one word to describe the young sleeping agent. Innocent. Gideon's face however, resembled a tired old man, eyes dulled with no spark of life. Something terrible had happened here, and Gideon was having a hard time coming to terms it.
"What happened?" Morgan asked as he knelt next to Gideon, gently releasing the grip Gideon had on the sleeping agent.
"He tried to kill himself." Gideon answered almost robotically.
"By drowning." Added in Hotch from the other side of Gideon. Morgan glanced at his face for a brief second. It was apparent that Hotch was deeply affected by what had happened, his facial features clouded over with worried.
Morgan decided to ask an already obvious question, but it had to be asked. "Why?"
"We don't know." Replied Hotch, voice tight and conversation short, a tactic used to hide emotions. "But what ever it is, he's going to tell us when he wakes up."
"Are we going to move him then? We can't leave him on the bathroom floor can we. I mean, this is Spencer! He deserves better than that." Morgan said, his voice riddled with concern. "Thinking about it, wouldn't putting Reid in bed make talking to him easier when he wakes up?"
"Yeah, we'll do that for now. Morgan, can you pick him up?" Hotch asked, still nodding at the suggestion that Morgan had made.
"Pick that bony lad up? Hotch, I lift weights. Spencer here doesn't even come to half the weight of my lightest weight. Sure I can pick him up." Morgan leaned down and convinced Gideon to let go of the slumbering agent in his arms. Once Gideon had removed his arms from around Reid's motionless body, Morgan placed one arm around Reid's back, and another underneath both of Reid's knees, and stood up taking the sleeping agent with him. Reid hung limp in Morgan's arms and showed no signs of waking up.
Morgan turned and walked out of the bathroom, closely followed by Hotch and Gideon. Morgan walked the short distance down the passage to Reid's bedroom, where he pushed open the already slightly open door, and proceeded inside. "Hey guys. What are we going to do about his wet clothes? We can't leave him like that." Morgan asked as he laid Reid down horizontal across his bed.
"Find some dry clothes that he would be comfy sleeping in." Replied Hotch from the door. Morgan looked around the plainly decorated room. He could easily deduce that Reid wasn't one for decorating. His eyes though, came to rest on a pair of black trousers, and a lose fitting green top which had a hood attached on the back. Deciding on these, Morgan moved forward and picked them up. Holding them up to Hotch and Gideon in the doorway, he received nods that they seemed ok. With this, Morgan began to remove Spencer's wet clothes, and began to dress him in new, dry clothes. Hopefully, still not dressed in damp clothes would make Spencer feel better when he woke up?
Finished, Morgan placed Reid beneath the covers and pulled the covers up above his chest. Stood back, Morgan could see the silhouette of his friend against the inky blackness of the room. He felt a prang of pain and hurt for him, helplessness flooded his emotions. Where was he when Spencer needed his help?
Reaching the door, Morgan turned one last time to check that Spencer was still alright, before turning and exiting the room to join the other two agents already deep in conversation in the passage.
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"I think someone should stay with him." Morgan said grasping the concept of the conversation. "What happens if no one is there when he wakes up? He has every chance of succeeding if he chooses to attempt to kill himself again if there is no one there to stop him."
"That's a good idea." Hotch agreed. "That person could also call if he wakes up and start talking."
"I also think that you need some sleep." Morgan said looking in Gideon's direction.
"I'm ok. I'll be the first to stay with Reid."
"Like hell you are!" Exclaimed Morgan in a sudden outburst. "You're going to get some sleep. I'll take the first watch."
"Morgan's right Jason. We need you alert and ready. We don't know what's going to happen and we need you prepared."
Realising defeat, Gideon moved himself to the living room sofa where he later slipped into a light sleep. Morgan and Hotch carried on their conversation.
"Hotch, you need to go home and be with your family. You very rarely see them as it is. I'll stay with Reid. And Gideon's in the other room if something happens."
"Ok. Call if anything happens." Hotch left and Morgan stood alone with his thought in the passage.
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Moving back into Reid's bedroom with a chair under his arm, Morgan positioned himself in the corner of the bedroom. This way he had a good line of sight around the whole room. Leaning back into the chair, Morgan noticed that the thick curtains had slightly parted, letting in a thin ray of light from the street lamps outside. He glanced at his watch, 2:30am. It was going to be light in a few hours he thought to himself. If Spencer continued to sleep on into the day, then at least they could replicate night in this part of the apartment.
Morgan took his focus off the curtains and looked at Spencer. His could just make out that his head had turned on the pillow and was now facing him. Suddenly he saw light reflecting of Spencer's eyes. He was awake and looking at him! Morgan suddenly became glad that the lights were off; he could only imagine what Spencer looked like.
"Spencer?"
"Morgan."
"I'm here Reid." Said Morgan pulling his chair to the edge of the bed. "What's up?" Morgan leaned in closer to the younger agent, struggling to hear what he had to say.
"Please don't call the others."
"What? Why not Spencer?"
"I need to tell you something." Reid whispered. "Something important."
A/N: Well, there you are. Hope you still like the story. I have a bit of a dilemma with it though. You see I have two endings and I don't know which one to use. One is where Spencer dies and another where he doesn't. So if you review and want to see a specific ending, could you please say so? I'm going to go with the ending that has most support behind it and I thought you as the readers should have a say in what I put. Look forward to hearing from you. Bye. (I'm working on my spellings!!!)