Chapter 7
I deleted the AN so this will actually be Chapter 7. If you want the name of my blog, just PM me.
Reid POV-Still Dec.3
"Prentiss! Watch Out!" Foyet had taken my gun out of its holster, and aimed it at Prentiss. I tried to get it back, but he had pushed me down.
He aimed and shot. I saw Emily fall to the ground and scream out in pain. I pushed Foyet to the ground and kicked it away.
I ran to Emily. She was unconscious. I felt for her pulse. It was light, but it was there. I called an ambulance, and then Hotch.
"Hotchner," He answered.
"Hotch, it's Reid. We got Foyet, but he got my gun. He shot Emily." I told him, hearing sirens in the distance.
"How bad is it?" He asked.
"I don't think it's too bad. She was knocked unconscious, but the wound is not bleeding it, so It didn't hit any vital organs." I said to him.
"We'll meet you at the hospital. Make sure the Papillion PD get Foyet into custody." Hotch told me, and then hung up.
I waited until the Police arrived, and then climbed into the ambulance. I listened to what the EMTs were saying until we got to the hospital.
I waited about an hour in the waiting room until the team showed up.
"Spence, how is she?" JJ asked me.
"I have no idea. No doctors have come out and told me anything." I said to everyone.
"I brought you some decent coffee." Morgan said to me.
"Thanks." I said to him. I took the coffee from his hand and took a sip. It was delicious.
"Kid, you look like hell." He said to me.
"Well, last time I was in a waiting room, she died." I told him.
"She's not gonna die kid. It was her shoulder, and you said it yourself. She wasn't bleeding out. She'll be fine." Morgan said to me. I nodded.
"Emily Prentiss?" A voice said. We turned around and saw a doctor.
"That's us." Hotch told him.
"Miss Prentiss suffered a gunshot wound to the lower left shoulder. She was very lucky. The bullet was only inches away from hitting a major artery. She's awake and asking for Dr Reid." He told us. He told me the room number, and I headed there.
"Hey." I said as I walked in.
"Hey." She said with pain in her voice. "When will I be able to get out of here?" She asked me.
"Probably either tomorrow or the day after." I said to her. She must've been able to read me face.
"Reid, this isn't your fault." She said to me.
"He got ahold of my gun. It is my fault." I said.
"Reid, stop blaming yourself for everything that happens to me. The thing with Cyrus wasn't your fault. Me 'dying' wasn't your fault. This isn't your fault." She said to me. She was obviously getting angry.
"Ok fine. None of those are my fault, besides this one. I could've prevented him from getting my gun. His hands were behind his back for-"
"Reid! if you are going to act like this, get out." She interrupted.
"What do you mean get out? You asked for me." I said to her.
"Now I'm asking you to leave. I don't want to argue with you, and that's all you want to do." She said. I didn't know what to say, so I left, slamming the door.
No One's POV
Reid left the room, and slammed the door. The team was waiting for him, but they didn't understand why he seemed so angry.
"Kid!" Morgan called after him as he pushed through the hospital's door angrily.
Morgan followed him out, but he was too late. He had already hailed a taxi, and was inside.
No one knows what that kid goes through, Morgan thought.
"What's wrong with Reid?" Garcia asked.
"I have no idea. He was already in a taxi before I could talk to him." Morgan told everyone.
"I'll go talk to Emily." JJ told them.
JJ's POV
I walked down the hallway to Emily's room, and peeked in the window before I went in.
Emily didn't notice me peeking in. Her eyes were closed, but I could tell she wasn't sleeping. Her cheeks were tear-stained.
I knocked on the door and went in. Her eyes snapped open.
"Hey Em. How you feeling?" I asked her.
"Terrible." She said.
"I can tell. What just happened with you and Spence?" I asked her, softly. She took a deep breath.
"He thinks this is his fault. We started arguing, and I lost it. I told him I didn't want him in here anymore." She said, and her eyes started to water.
"Emily, of course he blames himself. You probably would blame yourself if the same thing happened to him." She was quiet for a few minutes.
"Can you find my cell? I want to call him." She told me. I nodded and found her clothes and her stuff.
I gave her the phone, and left to give her some privacy.
Emily's POV
I dialed Reid's number, and waited for him to answer. He didn't. I heard his voice, telling me to leave a voicemail.
"Uh, hey Reid. I just wanted to say I'm sorry for, you know, lashing out. Give me a call." I said and hung up.
Not five minutes later, did the rest of the team come in.
"How are you feeling?" Hotch asked me.
"My shoulder hurts like hell, but I'll live." I told him.
"Here, I bought these." Garcia said to me, and handed me some chocolate. I couldn't help but smile.
"Thanks." I said to her.
We all talked for a while, but it wasn't the same without Reid's statistics.
About a half an hour later, everyone started leaving. The last person to leave was Morgan.
"Don't worry about Reid. He'll get over it." He said to me and left. I was alone, and left to my own thoughts.
I drifted to sleep, hoping there wouldn't be any nightmares.
The Next Day-Dec, 4-Confessions
I woke up in a cold sweat. In my dream, I was fighting with Ian Doyle. It was the same exact thing that happened in reality. Except I actually died.
"Are you okay?" A familiar voice asked me. I looked over, and saw Reid sitting next to the bed.
"Um, yeah. Just as bad dream." I told him. He looked at me with concern.
"Okay. I got your message. You shouldn't be apologizing. I should." He said to me. I groaned.
"Please tell me you aren't apologizing for the gun." I said to him.
"No, no. I overreacted. I realized that you would have blamed yourself if I had gotten shot." He said to me. I smiled. We stared at each other for a while, until he broke.
He leaned down, and put his lips on mine. I was shocked at first, and didn't kiss back. But then I realized the man, I was sure didn't feel the same about me, was kissing me. I kissed back.
"I knew it." A voice said from the doorway. We broke apart and blushed. Garcia was standing in the doorway, a huge smile on her face.
"I knew it, I knew it. I. Knew. It." She kept saying. She walked over to us, and put her arms around our shoulders.
"Now, on the bad side, you ruined your biggest confession.' She said, pouting.
"Actually, I have one in mind for my 25th confession." I said with a smile on my face.
"It better be good, because I know where to find you. Besides here." She told me. I smiled again.
"Now, we truly feel like a family." Garcia said.
"Except the others aren't here. But I'm okay with that." Reid said.
Okay, this seems like a good place to end chapter 7. I gave some delicious confessions in mind for Hotch and Reid ;) Remember, review! :-)…
-Cassie
