Hey everyone, here is the next chapter for you all. I hope you all enjoy this chapter. Happy Halloween everyone! I'm updating Connection tomorrow and just to let people know, the rating is going up to M for that story. I know that most of you hate me for whacking off his leg but it's me. I like torturing him. I wouldn't even need a CV to get a job as the devil's personal torture manager. Evil empress is out to stay! Enjoy the chapter.

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The next day

Garcia looked at Reid, her eyes red from crying and bags underneath them from not being able to get enough sleep. She had covered him up with a blanket, partly to keep him warm, partly so she didn't see the stump. It didn't repulse her or anything like that. Every time that she looked at it, she got reminded of how much he had gone through and how much more he would have to endure. His fever was down and dropping steadily, he had still not woken up. She brushed his hair and wiped his face. She couldn't sit down and do nothing. She had to keep busy. Morgan had woken up and had refused to speak to anyone but her. He blamed Hotch for letting them take Reid's leg and he blamed the others for not doing enough to stop Hotch. Garcia knew he didn't mean anything that he said. He was angry, she was angry. The entire team was angry at what had happened but it was difficult for them to express it. A picture came into her head, of Morgan with a baseball bat, standing outside the small cabin that Reid had gotten rescued from. It wouldn't still stand after he got through it and she knew it.

Busying herself, a small whisper filled the room. "Garcia."

She quickly turned and found herself staring into the tired eyes of her junior g-man. She rushed to him and began to cry. "Hey, you. Are you okay?

"Where am I?" he whispered back before taking a deep and jumpy breath in.

"You're in the hospital," she said calmly. "Hotch and Rossi found you and they got you back. You got hurt really bad and you got brought here."

His eyes travelled to the morphine drip. They widened slightly. "Get it out," he swallowed. "I don't want it."

"You may not want it but you need it. Your body can't take the stress and pain. You have a fever and it has only started to go down now."

A confused look came across his face. She looked down and saw him moving his leg. Why did it have to be her? She didn't want to have to tell him what had happened.

"Garcia, why can't I move my other leg?

"Reid, just go back to sleep and I'll explain everything later," she said as she tried to get him to go back to sleep. He grabbed the blanket weakly and began to pull it.

"No, don't do that!" she pleaded but she didn't stop him in time. He pulled the blanket up and his breathing picked up.

"Oh god!" he gasped before he began to shake.

Garcia sat on the bed and pushed the blanket back down, even though she knew it was too late.

"Where's my leg?!" he panicked. "Oh god! Where is it?"

She grabbed his face and made him face her. "Reid, they had to amputate it. I'm so sorry, honey. It was too badly damaged and burned from the fire. It got infected and to save your life, they had to amputate it. This doesn't change anything. You are still Spencer Reid and a good, wonderful man."

"It's gone," he cried before he began to struggle against her. "I want it back. Get it back. Put it back!"

"We can't. I'm so sorry," she cried as she tried to keep hold of him.

"GET IT BACK!" he screeched.

Dr Lockhart rushed into the room a few seconds later and over to the bed. Garcia stepped back as Lockhart moved her. She sobbed as she watched Reid try to pull out the IV's and yell. It was clear to everyone who could see him that he was in shock.

"GET IT BACK! It's gone. Why did you take it?!"

"Spencer, I want you to try to listen to me. You had a serious infection and it threatened to enter your blood stream. We had to amputate to save your life. It was lose your leg or lose your life."

"WHAT LIFE?" he screamed at her. "I want my leg back and I want it now. Put it back."

"You know we can't do that," Lockhart said sadly.

"Then what good are you!

Garcia left the room when two nurses came into the room. She leaned against a wall before sinking to the ground and crying. He continued to fight them and scream at them till they sedated him.

"Garcia?"

She looked up to see Rossi staring down at her. He knelt. "What's wrong?"

Dr Lockhart came out and over to them. "We had to sedate him. His heart rate was getting dangerously fast and he is in deep shock about losing his leg."

"I-I tried to stop him from p-pulling the blanket up. He just started screaming," Garcia cried. "I can't go back in there and face him. He's so upset."

Rossi sat next to her and put his arm around her. She leaned in against his chest and continued to let the tears fall. Lockhart gave him a sad look before leaving them alone.

"He'll be okay," he assured her as he held her. "It will take time but he'll see it was for the best."

"He shouted and he screamed," Garcia cried. "Why did I have to be in that room when he woke up?"

Reid opened his eyes and looked around the room sluggishly. He felt a heavy weight over him and knew it was the pain medication. He didn't feel any pain. He felt the fog in his mind clear a little as he blinked. It rushed back to him, the memories of his leg and Garcia. He looked down and pulled the blanket up. He stopped when he could see the stump where his leg should have been. He brought his shaking hand away and couldn't stop the tears. They had taken his leg. He looked down to his hand where the IV connected to it. He followed it and realised it connected to the morphine drip. He slid it out and threw it to the ground.

The door opened and he looked up to it. Hotch walked into the room. "Reid, it's okay."

"Get out!" Reid shouted causing Hotch to flinch.

"Look, I know this is difficult for you but you have to understand that we had to do it to save your life. The infection was going to kill you and we had to make a decision to amputate to save your life. This doesn't change anything. You are still the same man."

"You made a decision," Reid fumed angrily. "They would have come to you for permission."

"I don't regret it because it saved your life. Your leg was badly burned and it couldn't be saved," Hotch said before he noticed blood trickling down Reid's hand. He looked to the floor and saw the morphine IV on the floor. "Reid, you need that. You'll be in too much pain without it."

"The one thing that I asked you never to do and you did it. You put the shit in me knowing what it could do. You did this," Reid cried angrily as he pulled the blanket away to show the stump. "Get out, now. I never want to see you again. I don't want to work with you ever again. I never want to hear your voice again. Get out!"

"Reid-" Hotch tried to say.

"Get out of my sight!"

Hotch walked out the room quickly. He closed the door but stayed outside for a moment. He closed his eyes when he heard the soft sound of Reid crying. He walked away from the room with a heavy guilt weighing down on his shoulders.

Morgan slowly made his way to Reid's room, it was the middle of the night and there wasn't too many people around. His side hurt but he ignored the pain. His stitches would hold. Opening Reid's door, he walked to the bed and stood beside it. Hotch had told him that Reid had taken the IV out but Dr Lockhart had put it back in. They had threatened him with restraints if he kept pulling it out. He knew his friend was in severe shock from what had happened to him. He heard a small moan and watched Reid open his eyes. Tired and lost eyes looked at him. "Hey, kid."

"Why did this happen?" Reid said in a whisper. "I'm not evil. I don't deserve this. What did I do to deserve this?"

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