The door to the interrogation room flew open and the officers inside turned their heads in surprise to stare at the one storming in, interrupting them.

Morgan slammed his fists on the table and stared Bill straight in the eyes.

"I just got a call from the hospital"

His voice was firm and he said no more after that. He just stared into the cold blue eyes. He could see a nervous twitch at the corner of Bill's eye, but the officers destroyed his plan.
"Special Agent Morgan, we can take it from here"

Morgan sighed and tightened his jaw as he stood up straight, still staring into the frozen eyes.

"You're not getting away with this"

He marched out of the room and slammed the door shut. Hotch looked at him with stern, yet understanding eyes. He put his phone back into his inner pocket of his jacket and approached his agent.
"Two detectives from the SVU will be here soon. Take a few minutes, get some fresh air and calm down, they'll need all the information before they meet Reid" Hotch said calmly. Morgan nodded and gave his boss a look of determination before he walked away.

He'll pay. Oh yes, he'll pay!

***

A petit nurse with a light brown page cut and thick glasses approached JJ where she sat. The nurse cleared her throat.
"Madam, you can see him now if you'd like"

Her voice was squeaky and as petit as the woman herself. JJ gave her a small smile and stood up. She got a little nervous from the nurse's own nervous appearance, but simply walked with her to the room.

As she opened the door, the nurse cleared her throat again.
"He's asleep and he's got an oxygen mask just for safety reasons. His nose is quite swollen.

JJ nodded and approached the drape hiding the bed up in the corner.

"Will he be okay?" she asked, almost scared to walk past the drapes.
"Physicly he'll be stable enough to go home in a few days" the nurse said with the voice that reminded JJ of Minnie Mouse.

JJ walked past the drapes and looked at the person lying in the hospital bed. Under two blankets, one blue and one yellow lay a form she almost didn't recognize. He looked like a helpless child.

His skin was pale and bruised and there was a scary, bubbling sound escaping his throat with every breath. She sat down on the chair and reached out. There was an IV coneccted to his hand, so she gently touched his fingers. They were a bit cold.

"He's got some blood and fluids in his lungs, but it's not enough to hurt him. It's probably from his nose. Someone from the local police took some pictures of him aswell, so it's nothing to worry about" The nurse explained. "I'll leave you with him for a while"

As the petit woman left JJ felt her eyes water. She had an image etched to her mind of Reid laughing at his own so called joke. It made her chuckle to herself, even if tears escaped her eyes and rolled down her cheek.

"Why is it always you, Spence?" she asked quietly and sniffled. "… But you always make it… Always… You would have told me if you were a superhero, right?"

She couldn't help but smile. He often made her smile and her heart had pretty much adopted him as her little brother.

***

It took the detectives from the Special Victim's Unit about an hour to get there from New York. It was a woman and a man.

Hotch and Morgan approached them.

"Aaron Hotchner, cheif of the BAU and this is Special Agent Derek Morgan" Hotch introduced and they all shook hands.
"I'm Detective Elliot Stabler, this is my partner Detective Olivia Benson" the tall man explained. "Shall we sit down and go over the case?"

Hotch nodded and motioned towards an empty office.

Morgan explained what had happened, about Reid calling him and everything after that. He also told them that JJ knew alot more and that they should talk to her.
"She's at the hospital with Reid" he explained. Detective Benson nodded as she scribbled in her notepad.
"Alright, I suggest we go to the hospital" she said. "I'll talk to the doctors involved and get the information surrounding Dr Reid's injouries, and you could talk to agent Jerau?" she looked over at her partner, who nodded.
"I'll go with you" Morgan said and the two detectives left their cellphone numbers to Hotch, before they headed towards the car.

Hotch remained in the building, watching the local police try to make Bill talk, but it was obvious he was playing with them. It made him make a decision and call the officers out of there.

"Hotchner, what are you-"

"You won't get anything out of him, it's obvious. Agent Prentiss will take over"

The two officers were about to protest, but Hotch had this ability to make imself clear through staring at people.

***

Bill took long, slow drags of the cigarette. The woman infront of him didn't intimidate him, quite the opposite. He found it amusing how she tried to be forceful in her voice, firm, frightening… It didn't work.
"Look, lady…" he began and leaned forward across the table. The fingers holding the cigarette were bruised and the skin was cracked from hitting bone. "… I'm not going to talk to you and I think you know it"

Prentiss stared him in the eyes. His frozen glare didn't scare her.

"I think you're afraid to…" she said firmly. It made him laugh hystericly. His laugh reminded her of old horror movies and he had a voice that almost seemed to deep to be his.

"Agent, I appreciate your concern, but I can promise you I'm not scared. I'm not scared of you or any of your collegues"

"The why don't you talk to me?" she asked. He cleared his throat and took one last drag on his cigarette, before he put it out on the table, pressing the glowig paper roll hard into the wood just inches from her hand, but she didn't even flinch.

"'Cause it aint your buisness, is it"

Prentiss clenched her jaw.

"It is very much my buisness!" she said. "Do you know what the penalty is for abusing a Federal Agent?... Murdering a federal agent?"

This made Bill react, and his eyes snapped up from the ash on the table to her face.

"Spencer's dead?"

Prentiss pushed the chair back slowly and stood up.

"I suggest you consider talking to me" And with that she left the room.