This is partially a continuation of chapter nine because it was quite long, so it's a little shorter than usual. I hope you like it. And also, I've made sure to do even more research on the whole drug info, seizures and all of that jazz; so pretty much all of it is totally accurate.

Enjoy, and thanks so much to all the reviews, I cant express my appreciation enough, it really pushes me to write more :]

Chapter 10.

The three of them waited for around 40 minutes before the doctors finally began exiting the room, one of them made there way across to Spencer, Emily and Derek. They were all expecting the worse as it had taken them 40 minutes to supply any news.

"Well she is err, she's not in good shape, her heart stopped but was easily brought back into a ritual beat once we began CPR which is a very good sign, we have taken her off the steroids because we believe they were too much stress on her heart at this point, she did however have what we call a tonic clonic seizure which was one of our main worries, she's conscious now but she's incredibly groggy her memory is pretty disturbed at the moment also which is normal, were putting a nurse in the room with her constantly for roughly the next 24 hours at least in case of another seizure. At the moment I would like to talk mainly about the situation at hand now that her condition has deteriorated a fair amount. When she was admitted into hospital the main worries that were listed to you earlier were of course just worries, now that two of them have occurred, there is a great deal of issues of which are could be expected to take place over the next three days. Right now Miss. Alyona is at a stage where she is considered of course critical condition, the next 24 hours will show if and how well she will recover from what has happened to her health wise."

The doctor paused as he studied the faces of the three agents standing in front of him.

"So what's meant to happen now, what's wrong with her, what things could happen like that?" Emily asked.

"Well at the moment all we can really do is wait, but we will be monitoring her constantly so as to make sure that her heart, lungs, liver or kidneys don't begin to deteriorate, which is our main fear at the moment because of the sudden problems with her heart, although because she is conscious right now that is a very hopeful sign, she also didn't go into immediate repetitive tonic clonic seizures which is common in situations where epilepsy is definitely not present. We'll put her on methadone whilst she's in hospital so that she definitely will not go into heroin with drawl, along with constant oxygen as she is still having trouble breathing but it's getting a little better. She's in acute heroin with drawl at the moment, but her main condition is the fact that her heart is struggling to cope under the pressure of the drugs she has taken. Its clear that she overdosed on either heroin or another drug in the past few hours, possibly even late last night." He stated.

"What do you mean other drugs?" Spencer asked confused.

"Well her state indicates a mixture of drugs have been taken, not just heroin. We've sent a blood test to the lab to see what she has taken in the past 28 hours." The doctor replied."She wasn't taking any other drugs." Spencer said sternly.

"Actually err, we found these, in her office." Derek looked at Spencer but handed the medicine bottles to the doctor.

"This explains a fair amount of her symptoms actually." The doctor stated as he looked at the bottle.

"What is that?" Spencer asked, as he looked confused at Emily and Derek, hurt even.

"Valium and vicodin." Emily replied as she looked away from Spencer, she couldn't decide if she was ashamed, or just couldn't stand to be the one to deliver him the news of betrayal.

"I should go get some of her stuff."

He said as he grabbed his messenger bag and walked out, arms crossed. There were days when he couldn't possibly find the strength to understand Ebony. He took the tube to the closest stop to her neighbourhood; he then walked the 4 blocks to her front door. He took the spare key from the post box on the porch before opening the door as if it were his own home he was entering.

He remembered the day four months ago when he had helped Ebony paint her living room and kitchen, he had laughed consistently at the fact that her house looked like it was a life-sized model of a Barbie dream house, the kitchen was ridiculously girly, with bubblegum blue walls and a load of mix matched utensils and accessories. Not to mention the baby pink fridge freezer combo and the stove. The living room, of course had been painted a deep emerald green colour with an awfully girly pink floral sofa bed facing a fireplace of which was filled up with candles. The television was above the fireplace, flat screen and of course, pink.

He laughed a little to himself, before walking into her bedroom. The deep blue duvet covers were still messed up from the last time she had slept there. And he could smell her perfume, it was torturing him. He couldn't bear the thought that Ebony might die.

He walked over to her wardrobe and opened it gently to reveal a number of clothing items, including the sweater vest that Spencer had gave her that day at the tattoo parlor. He picked out three knitted jumpers, of which he knew she wore only when she was in the house, lying around. He knew because he was always with her. No one on the team knew what was going on between them, not that there really was. There was just this mutual feeling between them, an understanding. Spencer remembered what Ebony had said once when they were sitting watch a movie and playing chess.

"I really want to be your favorite girl, and I really wish that you needed me as much as I seem to need you. I wish that you knew that when I said two sugars, I actually meant three." She had given him that smile, one that held an ounce of sadness. She had been wearing that baby blue, Canadian patterned jumper, it coming down to her knees.

The only thing he had managed to reply with was,

"I always know you mean three, I always put three in."A tear ran down his cheek gracefully as he remembered.

She was all that he could think of, he always wanted to be holding her hand, he hardly ever understood her, but always wanted to, he adored the beauty spot she had on her cheek and the way her hair smelt. The perfume she wore and how she took her coffee different in the morning than she did in the afternoon. And how she would always pick the pieces of fruit out of her Danish on a Saturday morning and eat it first. He was irritated yet adoring of the way she would write notes in the books he would let her borrow. How she would stare at his eyes which an arched eyebrow, when he was talking about something utterly boring and useless. Facts and statistics, opinions of his, that other people would find stupid and arrogant if anything.

He further grabbed two pairs of tracksuit bottoms and a pair of fairly embarrassing pajama bottoms.

Spencer put all of the clothes into a bag and then made his way back to the living room to grab and a handful of books before exiting the house, and locking the door. It was then that his phone rang, he looked at the screen and saw that it was Emily, he answered unwillingly.

"Hey." He said as he pressed the phone to his ear.

"Hey Reid, I just thought I'd let you know that a little situation has taken place. Basically Ebony woke up and you weren't there and she threw a complete hissy fit, the dose of methadone has made her completely emotional, the doctors think its something to do with it mixing funny with the other meds she's on at the moment or, just the situation she's in or something."

She said, sounding a little panicked but not too bad, Spencer was comforted by this.

"I'm just leaving now, make sure she knows I'll be there in a half hour." Spencer hung up and quickly made his way back to the tube station.