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Reid closed his eyes and waited. He waited for the end to come. The cold gun under his chin being push further into his next. He didn't want to die, not like this, not in front of his friends. They thought he was dead. Why had he called them? In their minds, he was already dead before he called them. They had buried him and put him to rest. Now, they were going to watch him die. He had given them hope and now Dante was going to take it away.
A gunshot pierced the air. Reid opened his eyes as he realised there was no pain, he looked down at his side to see Dante clutching his shoulder as blood came out of it. Reid jumped as Morgan and Hotch rushed forward and began to untie his hands. Morgan slowly took the piece of tape from his lips. Reid whimpered as Hotch accidentally knocked against his broken fingers. Reid couldn't stop crying as Morgan wrapped his arms around him and pulled him into a hug. This time the tears were of joy. Reid could hear Dante's screams but he tried to block them out. Reid shook as Dante screamed.
"No! You can take him away from me. He is mine!" Dante screamed as he was handcuffed. Rossi leaned down and squeezed his bullet wound. Dante moaned in pain as Rossi squeezed harder.
"He is not yours!" Rossi shouted angrily. "You took him away from us and you are going to pay dearly for that."
Emily marched over to Dante and helped Rossi drag him out of the room. JJ and Jasper were securing the missing men.
"It's okay, Reid. You are safe now. We got you. God, it was so good to see you again," Morgan cried happily as he held onto his friend. Hotch sat on the end of the bed and waited. Hotch looked at Reid's hand and noticed bruising on four of his fingers.
"Reid, what happened to your hand?" Hotch asked urgently as he took the injured hand into his own.
"He punished me for calling you," Reid said in a quiet voice. "He broke my fingers. I just wanted you to come and help me. I didn't mean to make you think I was dead. I didn't know. I only woke a few days ago. I'm sorry."
"Reid, you have nothing to be sorry for," Morgan assured Reid. "He took you from us. It's just so good to have you back. I'm the one that is sorry. I didn't back you up, all this happened because we split up. I'm sorry, Reid."
"We split up?" Reid questioned as he came out of the hug.
"You don't remember?" Morgan asked.
"No, I don't. I remember going to dinner with you all and then a vicious pain, then I woke up here. Morgan, can we leave here? I don't want to stay in this place anymore," Reid pleaded gently.
"You don't have to stay here," Morgan nodded. "We'll get you home soon."
"I can't walk," Reid said.
"It's okay, Reid. I'll carry you. I am not letting you out my sight," Morgan said as he leaned down. He slipped on arm under Reid's legs and another under his arms. He lifted Reid up into his arms and quickly carried him out of the house and into the SUV, Hotch followed them closely. Opening the door for Morgan, Hotch watched Morgan placed Reid in the front seat. Hotch stepped forward and quickly hugged Reid.
"It's good to have you back, we miss you," Hotch smiled gently as he hugged Reid.
"Reid!" a voice shouted from behind them. Hotch came away from the hug.
Reid smiled happily as he saw JJ running towards him. She reached the car and brought him into a tight and loving hug. Reid hugged her back as best he could, he could hear and feels her sobbing.
"Don't cry, JJ. I'm here, I'm okay."
JJ came away from the hug and smiled as she cradled Reid's face. "I can't believe it's you. I missed you so much. It's so good to have you back. We all missed you so much. There hasn't been a day where we haven't thought about you."
"I didn't know," Reid said. "I woke up and I was here. I'm still trying to make sense of everything. One minute it was 2013 and now it's 2015. Everything feels different."
Reid noticed a small group of men coming out of the house, he recognised five of them as the kidnapped men, he remembered the photos on the television. He didn't recognise the young man in the FBI vest helping them.
"Who is he?" Reid asked as he cradled his injured hand closer to his chest.
"His name is Jasper, he joined the team a year ago," Hotch explained. "He was the one you spoke to first on the phone when you called."
"Okay," Reid nodded before he a thought raced across his mind. "Morgan, what about my mom? Is she okay?"
Reid became worried when JJ, Hotch and Morgan all looked at each other with hurt and worried eyes. "Please, is she okay? I need to know."
Morgan stepped forward and put a comforting hand on Reid's shoulder. "Reid, she died not long after we had your funeral."
Reid shook his head as he began to cry again, his heart feeling as if it were being stabbed over and over. "No, y-you are lying. S-she isn't dead. She can't be dead."
"Reid, I'm sorry," Morgan said.
"How did she die?" Reid demanded. Silence came across the air as they looked at each other again. "Tell me how she died!"
"Reid, we can talk about this later," JJ said as she tried to get Reid's mind away from his mother.
"WHY WON'T YOU TELL ME?!" Reid shouted, he knew they wouldn't keep something from him unless it was bad.
"Reid, I'm sorry but she killed herself, she couldn't accept that you were gone. I'm so so so sorry," JJ cried gently. Reid struggled to breath as he absorbed the news of his mother's death. His body shook as he cried gently. Morgan quickly stepped forward and wrapped his arms around him. Reid's sob muffled as he cried into Morgan's chest.
"I should have been there," Reid sobbed gently. "I wasn't there. She killed herself because I wasn't there."
"Shhh..." JJ soothed as she stepped forward and rubbed her hand in circles on his back.
"I don't want to be here, I want everything to be normal again," Reid sobbed before coming away from Morgan. "I should have stayed in the coma. Why did I have to wake up? I didn't want to wake up to this."
Sirens pierced the air as back up arrived. Morgan continued to hold Reid as he cried.
"Reid, we need you to go to the hospital. You have be checked," Hotch said shakily as saw an ambulance coming down the path.
Four hours later - Hotch
Hotch waited impatiently in the waiting room. He hated waiting rooms since the day of the explosion. Morgan refused to leave Reid's side even when the nurses asked him to wait. Hotch let out a small sigh before smiling gently. Reid was alive and he was back with his family. The young man who he saw as a son was still alive and had been for the two years. The pain inside of him now turning to joy. He knew Garcia would be arriving soon. The moment she knew Reid was safe, she vowed to get to him.
He looked up when a young doctor came into the room.
"Spencer Reid?"
"Is he okay?" Hotch asked.
"He is asleep at the moment. We have strapped and placed his broken fingers into a cast. He will have to undergo further tests to see if there is any damage. It's a miracle he was able to survive. When someone has brain surgery like Spencer had two years ago, they have to be monitored closely and need help with their body until they are stable. Whoever has kept Spencer all this time, certainly did not do it alone. For someone shot in the head and in a coma for so long, Spencer is doing remarkably well," the doctor explained.
"Did you do the checks that we asked for? He was alone with that man for two years, anything could have happened to him," Hotch asked.
"We sedated him, he is still incredibly upset about the news of his mother. We checked and he hasn't been abused in any way over the last two years. The man who took him took care of him. His legs show weakness but they were exercised. There are signs he once had bed sores but they have healed. Spencer just needs rest and time. He will also need counselling. Waking up and finding two years has passed is not easy. He will need to talk with someone."
"Thank you, doctor," Hotch said gratefully.
Hotch turned to Emily who was next to him and smiled. "He is okay."
"Thank god," Emily sighed. "Dante is going to pay dearly for this."
"He certainly is," Hotch said angrily. "What did you do to him? He didn't have a broken nose when you were dragging him out of the room."
"He slipped," Emily shrugged.
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