Hour 40
JJ forced herself to keep her eyes shut, even though she felt wide awake. It was the first the room was silent since this quarantine began, and damn if she was going to miss this opportunity. The last day had taken a toll on her, dealing with the arguments between Morgan and Reid, the whining of Seaver, and the bickering of Hotch and Prentiss on how to handle the situation. I
t was clear that both Hotch and Prentiss thought they knew how to handle their current predicament better better than the other. Their last argument was if they should make Seaver get up and eat something, or let her sleep. Hotch had argued that food would help her regain her strength back, since she had nothing but soup hours ago.
Prentiss disagreed, not wanting to have to deal with a delusional agent again. The two finally agreed to disagreed, and took separate sides of the room. Hotch was stretched out on the arm chair, with his legs draping over the arm rest. Emily was asleep, leaning against Morgan by the door.
JJ was glad to have the mattress by herself, because Emily kicked when she slept, and Morgan snored if he became to comfortable. Scanning the room again, she looked over at Reid, who was laying on the opposite side of the couch with Seaver, except Seaver wasn't there. JJ's stomach flipped, realizing that the sick agent wasn't where she was suppose to be resting.
How the hell does that happen? The room was a conference room for Christ's sake. Scrambling to her feet, JJ ran to the bathroom, thinking that would be the only possible place, since the only door out of the room was sealed shut.
Turning on the bathroom light, JJ saw Ashley sprawled on the title floor, resting her head on her forearm.
"Seaver, what are you doing on the floor," JJ asked, shaking the cadet. Ashley fluttered her eyes, annoyed that someone was trying to wake her up.
"I was thirsty, so I went to get some water, and then I got sleepy, and decided to rest," she mumbled, enjoying the cool feeling of the tile.
"Well why don't we get back on the couch and get a drink," JJ said, trying to pick the girl up from the floor. Seaver shook her head, and turned away.
"I'm quite comfortable thank you very much," wishing the woman would just let her go back to sleep.
"Ashley, you can't sleep in the bathroom. The only bathroom we have," JJ explained, not knowing what to do. Morgan walked into the room, oblivious that his two co workers were sitting on the tile floor.
"Hey ladies, I knew the bathroom gathering is a female thing, but I really need to go," he said, looking down at the women.
"I'm sleeping," Seaver mumbled, as she turned away from him.
"She was thirsty, and then came in here and got comfortable. Now she refuses to get up," JJ explained. Morgan pinched the bridge between his nose.
"Well she needs to leave, because I gotta go,"he muttered, looking down at Seaver. All he wanted to do was to throw both of the women out of the room, as fast as he could.
"Don't you see I'm trying," JJ snapped, once again shaking the cadet.
"Ashley, Morgan needs to go to the bathroom, you can't be here," she reasoned.
"I won't look, trust me," Seaver grumbled, making Morgan even madder.
"Oh you won't look well-" Morgan was cut off by Reid, who stumbled into the room.
"What's going on guys," the lanky agent asked as he surveyed the room.
"Morgan has to piss, and Seaver won't leave the floor," JJ explained, watching Morgan become more and more irritated.
"Reid, it's cool in here, the tile feels like a big ice pack," Seaver said, wanting her friend to join her on the tile.
Curious, Reid let his tired body collapse on the floor, next to Seaver.
"Hey she's right, it feels so good," he mumbled, feeling himself drift off.
"Oh no you don't pretty boy, not when I have to take a leak," Morgan said, getting ready to grab the boy wonder.
"Why is everyone in here, and Morgan why are you yelling," Hotch asked, with Prentiss behind him, taking in the situation.
"Seaver won't get up, Reid just made it worse and Morgan needs to pee" JJ whined.
"Is it a crime for a man to use the bathroom, alone," Morgan said defensively, glaring at JJ, who had he arms folded across her.
Prentiss shook her head, now instead two childish agents, we have four. She wanted to just smack everyone silly at the point, and tell them to figure this out themselves. Looking at Hotch, she figured he felt the same way.
"Reid, Ashley, get up off the floor, right now," he said in the voice he usually reserved for when Jack refused to take a bath, or go to his room.
"We're comfortable," Reid mumbled, ignoring his boss.
"Don't make me count to five," he warned, as Prentiss anxiously looked at what the two agents would do. She had realized Seaver had called her mom, or Hotch dad yet, so maybe her concussion was better. There was only one way to check.
"Ashley, let's go leave the bathroom, so Morgan can do his, uh, thing," she said, shaking Seaver.
"Tell everyone to leave us alone mom," she mumbled, causing Prentiss to glare up at Hotch. Nope, she thought to herself, this situation is still stuck in the Twilight zone.
"I told you they wouldn't move," JJ pouted, wishing she didn't even get up to find Seaver.
"I know how to take care of this," Morgan snapped, as he picked up a leg from each sick agent. He proceeded to drag them out to the middle of the room, despite their screaming. With one look, the other agents followed in suit, as Morgan slammed the door.
"God dammit, all that to take a piss," he muttered, focusing on his on businesses.
The remaining healthy agents looked down at the other two agents, who were visibly upset.
"He scraped my hands," Reid moaned, showing them to JJ.
"Aw, I'm sure they'll be fine. But you wouldn't of gotten them if you would of listened," she said sympathizing with her friend.
"But it was comfy," he pouted, not wanting to be chastised. Seaver had her head on her knees.
"He was so mean, all I wanted to do was sleep," she sniffed.
"We only have one bathroom here, and it isn't fair to block it from everyone," Hotch said, clearly ready to hand this one off to Emily. He went back over to the mattress on the ground, and laid down. He didn't want to handle this right now, and if Emily thought she had it under control, well he was going to let that happen.
"Mommy, I want to go back in there," Seaver whined to Emily. Emily shook her head, as she glared over at a now peaceful Hotch.
"Well you can't, but you can sit back on the couch and watch some television." Prentiss helped the girl up, and led her back to the couch.
"She's still calling you mom," Reid laughed. JJ glared at him, as Seaver looked at Emily puzzled.
"What's wrong with that," Seaver asked in a small voice.
"Well you're mom is actually an alc-" JJ covered his mouth with his hand.
"Reid, seriously this must be the fever talking because you need to shut up," JJ muttered at him.
Seaver looked to Emily, with her big blue eyes filling with tears.
"You two are leaving again aren't you," she whispered, letting the tears.
Prentiss was perplexed, and had no idea what the girl meant. She knew Seaver had a messed up pass, full of parent abandonment issues, but didn't even think that it would come out through her fever/concussion state.
"What do you mean," Emily asked, grabbing the girl's shaking hand.
"They're going to take dad away to jail again, and make you go back to the hospital," the girl cried, covering her eyes.
Emily's stomach dropped, as it made more sense now. Doing research on Seaver, like any mentor would, she had known of course of father was a serial killer Rossi had caught years ago, and that the whole situation had placed her mother in a mental institution for quite some time.
Looking at the terrified woman, Emily couldn't imagine the head space she was in right now, reliving the worst years of her life.
Catching her breath for a moment, Emily realized she was going to say something, she knew Ashley's own mother wished she could of said to her daughter, back when she was an actual child, and not a feverish young cadet, with as nasty concussion. She could feel the rest of the agents stare at her, as if she was defusing some sort of bomb.
"We're not going anywhere Ashley, I promise you. When you wake up, we'll both be there for you. For as long as you need us," she said, looking in Ashley's eyes.
Seaver looked back at her, untrustingly. "Really? Daddy doesn't have to go back to jail again, and leave us," she asked, glancing over to Hotch, who was pretending to be asleep.
Emily shook her head, "No he won't." Seaver put her head on Emily's shoulder,
"I—I missed you two so much, while you were gone. Everything was so bad," she whimpered.
Pretniss knew that when this was all said an done, they would all need some psych evaluations. As she consoled the sick agent, she prayed that Seaver would of no memory of reliving this horror when she woke up. Although, Prentiss knew that she would always remember this incident, and will maybe give her mentee a bit more credit.