Disclaimer: To prevent a lawsuit, I don't not own Criminal Minds. If I did, I would not spend my time here.
A/N: The next chapter is here!! Yay for the writing process! Review still! I enjoy reading them!
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"I'm sorry, sir, but you are going to have to stay out here," the EMT said as they entered the ER.
"But I-" he began to say, but was promptly cut off.
"We will call you back whenwe are finished. For now, you have to stay out here."
Reid nodded. "Okay," and they wheeled her through the double doors. God he hated that hospital smell. It was so clean, like they were trying to cover some other odor up. That moxed with the latex just made him feel queezy. As soon as the doors swung shut and the rest of the BAU came into the ER.
"How is she?" Morgan asked.
"Unconscious. They took her through there," he motioned to the double doors, "and told me I had to stay out here. They wouldn't tell me anything else." Everyone had now gotten a look at their youngest agent. His shirt and hands were covered in dry blood.
"Spence," JJ said softly as she put a hand on his sholder, "why don't I go to your place and get you a new shirt, okay? You should go to the restroom and wash off your hands."
"Okay," he said as he handed her his keys. "Thanks." He then turned and walked towards the restrooms.
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Ten minutes later, Reid still hadn't come back. "Morgan, would you go and check on him?" Hotch asked.
"Sure," he replied. As he went into the bathroom he called out, "Reid? Reid, are you in here?" He found the young man leaning over the sink, trembling. "Reid, it's going to be okay. JJ'll be here soon." He didn't look up. "She's gonna be okay. You know that, right?"
"Physically, maybe, but emotionally? I mean, you guys saw how I was after Georgia. I can't help thinking that she's gonna be like that. Or worse. Maybe she'll completely shut down. What do I do, Derek? I've only really know her for like a week but I feel like I've known who she really is for the whole 16 years she's was gone. I don't know how this'll affect her."
"And you won't know until she wakes up. I don't know how she'll handle it. I don't know if she'll get past it. But I'll tell you something I do know," Moragn said as Reid looked at him, "she's going to have you to help her through it. You know better than anybody what going through something like this does to you. She is going to have her brother to help her, which is more than you had. Come on. Let's get back to the others."
"Okay. Thanks, Morgan."
"Sure thing kid."
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A half hour later, JJ walked in with Reid's clean shirt. "Thanks, Jayje," he said as he walked off.
"Do we think he'll be okay by himself?" Mogan asked as soon as he was out of earshot.
"Of course our baby boy will,"Garcia remarked as she walked in behind JJ. The blond rarely left her small, dark cave but for her Reid, she'd make an exception.
As Reid was walking back, with dirtied shirt in hand, a doctor walked out and asked, "Is someone her for Amy Reid?"
"I am." Reid practically ran over to the doctor.
"I need you to come with me."
"Why? What happened? Is something wrong? Is she okay?" He fired off all these questions as fast as he could.
"She woke up as we were finishing the bandaging and freaked out. She started to throw things and yelled 'Don't touch me!' and 'Get away!' We didn't want to try and sedate her until we exhasted all other options. We leave that as a last resort. Would you try and calm her down so we can finish? She's seems convinced we're trying to hurt her. Maybe you could try and tell her we're not."
Well the fact she's flipping out makes sense considering all that bastard put her through. He thought but didn't say anything. Instead he replied, "Absolutly. I'll do what I can."
"Get away! Get away! Don't touch me! Leave me alone!" she was curled up on the floor of the far corner of the room, crying.
"Could you guys give us a second and leave while I try and calm her down?"
"Happily," on of the nurses said as they both walked out of the room.
"Amy? Amy, it's me. It's Spencer."
She looked up from her lap. "Spencer?"
"Yeah," he said as he inched closer. "It's okay. You're in the hospital. We found you, and Brad. We have him in custody. He can't hurt you anymore." By the time he finished saying this he found himself standing over her.
He knelt down to her level as she said, "I'm so scared. I feel so alone."
"I know. I know. It's okay. You don't have to be alone anymore," he relpied as he put a hand on her sholder. She linched away for a second but leaned in as she became more comfortable. She began crying again and Reid pulled her into a hug. Normally, Reid couldn't deal with crying women but with Amy, it just felt so…natural. Like he needed to protect her, shield her from the bad of the world. "Shh. It's okay. Everything's gonna be all right. I promise. It'll get better." They sat there for what felt like hours, but could only have been a few minutes.
The doctor came back in and said, "I need to finish bandaging her head."
Spencer looked down at his sister and saw the fear she had in her eyes. "Is all right. He won't hurt you. I'll make sure of it. I'll be here the whole time. Okay?"
She nodded. "Okay." She got up onto the bed, all the while, clutching her brother's hand.
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As Amy drifted off to a fitful sleep, Reid quietly slipped out of the room to inform his team of what had happened. "Hey, guys. Sorry about that. Garcia? What are you doing here?"
"When it comes to you sweet cheeks, I'm everywhere."
"Thanks," he said to Garcia. Turning back to the topic of Amy, he said, "Well she freaked out when she woke up to all the doctors touching her, but I calmed her down. She's sleeping now, even if not very well. You guys can head home. We'll be okay. "
"You sure, Reid?" Emily asked.
"Yeah, I'm sure. Thanks you guys."
"Hey, Reid. Take as much time as you need off. You still have a large amount of vacation time," Hotch offered.
"I know. Thanks, Hotch. I'll get in touch with you if anything changes." Everyone said their goodbyes and Reid walked to Amy's hospital room.
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"William Reid?"
"Yes. Who is this?" the senior Reid asked.
"This is Dr. Donald Jefferies," the voice on the other end of the phone call answered. "I'm sorry to have to inform you of this, but your daughter, Amy, has been injured in the line of duty."
"Why are you telling me? I haven't seen that kid in over eight years. And what libe of duty? What do you mean?" She didn't ask this out fo concern, but out of sheer spite. He wanted to know what the girl made of herself.
"Well, sir, you are listed as her emergancy contact," he supplied. "We've been informed that Amy is a CSI od DCPD. We need you to come down to DC and be informed of her condition. We also have some forms you need to sign in person."
After a moment of thought he said, "Fine. Whatever. Just give me the information." I don't really need this right now, but it'll be good to give that little bitch a piece of my mind. I can't believe she left after all I did to keep her away from those freaks. "Any time now, Dr."
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A/N: Aha! Threw a curve ball at you huh? Betcha didn't see that coming! Well, I'll update tomorrow again! Happy antisipating!
