He woke up with a start, unsure of what pulled him from his slumber. He smiled as he remembered who he was with, but that smile quickly vanished as he realized she was not lying next to him anymore. The light drifting in from the bathroom provided a clue to her location, and the sound of retching met his ears. He quickly jumped up from the bed and made his way into the bathroom where the beautiful young girl sat slumped over her toilet. A thin layer of sweat covered her pale face, and he noticed that she was trembling. "Oh, Emmy…" he whispered as he sank down beside her, all fear of germs disappearing from his mind.
"I don't feel so good…" she managed to utter before another round of vomit left her clinching the toilet for dear life. She was crying, that much he could tell, and he pulled her back into his arms as she sobbed. "I'm so dizzy, Spence…" The words were barely a whisper, causing his anxiety level to shoot through the roof. Then it hit him – she had started feeling sick immediately after the show, immediately after…
"Did Bill Shipley give you anything to eat or drink after the show?"
She nodded weakly, moving toward the toilet again. This time only dry heaves wracked her body, leaving her clutching her abdomen in agony. "Please make it stop…" The despair in her voice broke him, but not nearly as much as the guilt he felt for not realizing it sooner. He stood and then took her by the arms. "Emmy, I need you to stand up, okay? We need to get you to a hospital."
"What did he do to me…" Her voice was faltering, and it appeared to Spencer that she was slipping out of unconsciousness. He lifted her off the floor, supporting her as he led her to the bed. He sat her on the edge and reached for his phone, quickly pressing 1 on speed dial. As the phone rang he noticed her eyes drooping again. "Emmy, come on, I need you to stay awake, okay? Look at me." She raised her eyes sleepily to look at him, and it scared him how unfocused they seemed. He reached down to her wrist and felt for her pulse, finding it extremely slow.
"Hotchner." The voice on the other end of the line sounded groggy, and Reid knew he had just woken his boss up. The circumstances, however, warranted the phone call and he knew his boss would want to know.
"Hotch, she's been drugged." He could hear the anxiety in his voice, and as much as he wanted to keep it together for Emmy he knew that the situation was not a good one. He needed to get her to the hospital, and quickly. Her breathing was far too slow and too deep.
"Reid, slow down for a second. What's going on?"
"I woke up and found her throwing up. Her eyes are really glossy and unfocused, she was complaining of dizziness, her pulse is way too slow and her breathing is really slow too. I think he gave her GHB."
"Okay, Reid, listen to me. You need to get her to the hospital. We will meet you there. She's going to be okay."
"Alright, Hotch. We'll see you there."
"Reid, she's going to be fine."
"I hope you're right." He pocketed the phone in the sweatpants he had borrowed before asking, "Emmy, where do you keep your sweatshirts?"
"Plastic bin on the shelf in the closet…"
"Okay, keep your eyes open." He rushed into the closet and grabbed the first two sweatshirts on top and then made his way back to her. She was swaying on the edge of the bed, and he quickly reached out to steady her. He slid the navy sweatshirt over her messy hair and then slipped the gray one over his own body. He also slipped his dress shoes on, briefly thinking to himself that Morgan would laugh at his appearance had he been here, while looking for shoes for her. He found her Toms by the door in the closet, and he helped her slip her feet into them. He then lifted her up and wrapped his arm around her waist, supporting most of her weight as they made their way out of the apartment. He thought to grab her keys as they exited and he pocketed them with his cell phone.
She was losing consciousness at a rapid rate and it concerned him as they made their way down the stairs and onto the street. He knew that the nearest hospital was 20 minutes away, and that he would not be able to walk her there, so he desperately prayed for a cab to come down the street. His prayers were answered a short minute later, and he frantically flagged down the driver, who pulled up close to the curb. Spencer quickly threw open the door to the backseat and helped a barely conscious Emmy into the car. He slid in behind her as the driver asked, "Where you headed?" His dark eyes glared at them from the rear-view mirror. "Hospital, fast…" Spencer breathed as he pulled Emmy into his arms. She had begun muttering something under her breath, and he whispered, "You're gonna be okay. It's all gonna be okay."
The driver pulled away from the curb and asked, "What's wrong with her?"
Spencer questioned whether or not he should tell this stranger what was going on. He opted to simply reply, "She got sick tonight…"
"I'd say. She looks rough." Spencer shot him a look. There was something off about him, something menacing about they way he glared at them from the mirror. Spencer warranted a glance out the window and realized that they were not heading toward the hospital.
"I said we needed a hospital…" Spencer stated as the driver pulled into an alley. He quickly tensed as a gun was pointed at his head, and he cursed himself for leaving his at Emmy's apartment. "Get out of the car, Dr. Reid."
"I don't know what's going on, but…" He was silenced by the driver's rage-filled response. "I said get out of the damn car! Do it or she dies!" Reid looked toward Emmy, who was still muttering under her breath and now shivering without his arms around her. He opened the door and slid out into the dark alley, and he heard her whisper, "Spence…don't leave me…"
The driver quickly made his way over and pushed him against the brick wall of a building. Spencer's heart was racing; the situation had gone from bad to worse. "What do you want?"
"You know what I want, Dr. Reid." The anger filling the man's voice was enough to turn Spencer's blood cold. He indicated toward Emmy with the gun and replied, "Her." That did it for Spencer. He had promised to protect her at all costs, even his life, so while the man looked toward the girl sprawled in the back seat of the cab he made his move, lunging toward the unsub and sending them both hurdling to the ground. Spencer delivered a few well-aimed punches to the man's face before the stunned unsub retaliated, punching him in the abdomen and knocking the breath out of him with a blow to the sternum. As Spencer lay coughing on the ground the unsub stood, raised the gun, and pointed it at the FBI agent. "You will regret that, Dr. Reid."
Reid then felt a blinding pain on the back of his head and his world dissolved into darkness.