REMY's POV
I was no stranger to waking up in strange places. Though I could count on one hand, how many times that I had woken up in a hospital bed. It really wasn't my favorite place to wake up. Now, before one assumes that I hate hospitals, I want to point out, that I don't. I grew up in the hospital. My father was a surgeon and since my mother vanished when I was six, I spent a lot of my spare time in the hospital. Because of this, I had witnessed a lot of doctors come and go, and a lot of mistakes throughout my life. I had no intentions of my death, being because of an idiot's mistake in a hospital. Ergo, I was not happy to hear the beeping of machines when I woke up.
My body was in a haze. I knew they'd given me pain killers, I wasn't new to the effects of those. Opening my eyes, I blinked against the harsh light of the room. A woman in dark red scrubs was leaning against a table, writing into, what I assumed was my chart. I watched her for a moment, trying to make out the name on her jacket, when she glanced up. "Ah, you're awake." She said, sitting the chart down, and walking around to the right side of my bed, looking down at me. "How are you feeling?" She asked, as she glanced at the machine at my vitals. "Fine." I muttered, surprised at how dry my throat was. "What's your name?" She inquired, as she leaned over me with a small pen-light, checking my pupils. "Remy Hastings." She went on to ask me more questions, all of which I answered. Stepping away from my bed, she said "Your team is waiting in the lobby. They want to see you." I nodded slightly, resting back against the bed, preparing myself mentally for what was to come.
When I heard a knock at the door, I turned my head, greeting everyone with a smile- or what I hoped was a smile. "Hey Rem." Morgan said, as he walked in, followed by Alex, and JJ. A few seconds later Spencer and Emily came in with Garcia, followed by Rossi and Hotch. Everyone spoke their own greetings, asking how I was. "Fine. I'm fine." I said, when they all stopped, using the button on my bed to force my head to incline. It got quiet and I could tell that they were all wondering what to say. For profilers, sometimes, they weren't that hard to figure out. "Okay. Say whatever it is you're all thinking." I said, preparing myself for the worse. "Remy…" Garcia started, "How long has this been going on?" Okay, so not exactly where I thought this conversation would start. "What do you mean?" I asked, trying to figure out exactly what they thought. "I think she means… Jared hitting you." Reid said quietly. I closed my eyes briefly, letting out a sigh, "About six months, give or take." I said quietly.
"Oh Remy." Garcia whispered, fidgeting with my bed. "Garcia. I'm okay. It's okay." I said softly, trying to calm her down. JJ who was standing beside me, gave me a sympathetic look. "Remy, nothing's okay about this." She said softly. Morgan moved, wrapping his arm around Garcia and sitting down with her on the couch. JJ joining them, as the rest of the team settled in the various chairs. It was quiet in the room, Hotch was standing at the foot of my bed, watching me. "Say it, Hotch." I said, my eyes meeting his. He was quiet for a few moments. I wondered if he was going to yell at me. Yelling, I expected. This sympathy… not so much. "We don't know where he went." Hotch said, taking me by surprise- yet again. I looked at them all, "You won't find him. He doesn't want to be found." I said quietly, cursing internally- because I couldn't explain. Hotch looked at me for a few moments, before asking the team to leave. They all gave him a puzzled look but obliged. Rossi lingered in the door-way giving Hotch a questioning look, and Hotch nodded at him. Rossi shut the door, and stayed. Hotch approached the bed, pulling a chair up, followed by Rossi. "What aren't you telling us?" Rossi inquired. "I can't say." I said quietly. "He can't hurt you anymore." Rossi began. I shook my head, looking away from the both. "I can't tell you anything." I said. "Why?" Hotch pushed. "I'm under orders, Hotch." I said, my temper rising. "Orders from who?" Rossi said, trying to put things together. I shook my head, letting out a breath.
"I'm not sure exactly." I admitted. It was true. I wasn't exactly sure who I worked for, I just had my orders that were backed by the director of the FBI. I didn't have many details. I looked at Hotch. "Talk to the director." With that, I was done. Turning my head away from them, I heard the door open and I let out a breath. A hand grabbed mine, and I turned my head suddenly. I thought Rossi had left. He didn't say anything, just sat there, his dark eyes meeting mine for several moments. In that look I could assume he knew a lot more than I let on. I squeezed his hand slightly, without saying anything and felt my eyes closing slightly.
I'm seriously not sure what's going to happen. I have a general time-line in my head, but apparently the characters have started acting on their own volition. If you'd like to see a whole chapter based on one of the team's perspective, or more of just Remy's or the teams thoughts, let me know.
