~This is NOT the last chapter! So don't stop reading! This chapter time travels, but the line's mark it. Happy Reading
Garcia wanted to shut her eyes, to pretend that none of this was happening. But her eyes wouldn't close. Her mouth was open and her hands were covering it. she wasn't sure if her legs could hold out any longer
She saw Derek walking towards her with his eyes turned away, his face down cast.
"Come on," he said softly,"you don't need to see him like that". He began to lead her back over to the car's with his arm around her.
"He's gonna be ok? Right Derek?" Her voice was a frantic squeak. When he didn't reply she became even more frantic. "Please Derek! Please tell me he's going to be ok". the tone of her voice was enough to break Morgan's hear.
"I don't know baby girl. He's hurt real bad." He sighed. "I don't know". She couldn't stop from crying now. She just started crying and kept doing so as Morgan led her over to the passenger seat of his suburban. He opened the car door, but before he let her get in, he pulled her close and hugged her. Her body shook with her sobs, and Morgan tried his best to calm her down, but what she was going through now, what they all were going through now, was something that you cant just calm down from.
As she pulled away from his hug and climbed into the truck, she watched the ambulance take off down the road. Morgan closed her door and crossed around the front of the SUV and climbed into the drivers seat. The other suburban's were taking off after the Ambulance, and Derek followed them.
In each car there was silence. Nothing but shocked worried faces. Nothing but tears, and solemn breathing.
JJ couldn't control her shaking. She stared at her hands for a second, but kept focus on the Ambulance in front of her. She didn't take her eyes off of it. She watched the shadows of the paramedics through the back window. She broke her stair when they pulled into the Winchester Medical Center.
The team poured out of their cars as the paramedics unloaded Reid from the ambulance. He was covered in wires, and tubes and masks, and blood.
To the team, sounds were muted, time moved like molasses, as they watched, and followed their friend into the E.R.
JJ felt like all warmth had left her body. Like there was nothing in her except worry, and pain. Hotch couldn't bring his legs to let him sit, not while his team, no, his family needed him to be strong.
Derek sat next to Penelope, she was rocking back and forth, her hands folded in front of her mouth, she was sobbing silently. Derek was frozen, the only thing that moved was his chest to breath air, and his eyes to blink.
A twinge of guilt had come over Emily, as she thought about Reid sitting where she was. About the team crying and waiting for her like this. She thought about the pain she had pot Spencer through. And that only caused her more grief.
Rossi didn't know what to think. He didn't know what to do. He wanted to do something, to help, but he was useless. He remembered the relief, the almost joy he felt when he ended Marcus's life. He felt awful in his pleasure of taking a man's life. But he only reminded himself, that it wasn't pleasure, but that he had saved a member of his team, hopefully two members of his team.
The team sat there in agony, as hours went by. Saying nothing, only praying.
The door opened ahead of them, as a Doctor walked toward them.
He looked at the team in front of him, then at his clipboard and asked, "Spencer Reid?".
JJ opened her car door and stepped out into the rain. As per usual for a funeral she wore black, her blonde hair a bright light on a dark day. The sky was perpetually gray, it looked as though the sun had never touched this part of Virginia.
She could see her breath, and the cold breeze chilled her bones.
Raindrops dodged her umbrella and splashed on her cheeks as she walked slowly through the cemetery.
There was a small group formed together, and JJ made her way towards them.
They talked together as they waited for the ceremony to begin. Voices were quiet and light, eyes were sorrowful and solemn.
When it came time for the ceremony to begin, JJ went to stand with her team.
Everyone's eyes were downcast and the talking was only soft whispers. She looked her team in the eye and they nodded as she passed, a wordless acknowledgement.
She stopped walking and stood next to Hotch and Reid.
"You hate to have to lay someone to rest," she whispered to Spencer, "but I'm just thankful that it's not you Spence".
She gave his hand a little squeeze. He didn't look good, but then anyone who had been through what he had wouldn't. He was still badly bruised, and nursing broken bones, he was slow walking, but at least he was alive.
They all stood at the sound of his name. Wishing and praying that good news was to come. Garcia was holding fast to Derek's hand, and Prentiss had her hand on JJ's shoulder.
The doctor cleared his throat.
"Your friend is a fighter. He's alive. He'll be fine". Garcia's kneed gave out and she slumped in the chair behind her crying in uncontrollable joy. Morgan laced his fingers behind his head, and looked up at the ceiling with his eyes closed.
Aaron and Rossi hugged each other, as did Jennifer and was sobbing now, so overjoyed knowing that her Spence was ok.
"It's going to be at least a week before he can go home", the Doctor continued. He won't be awake tonight, but you can go see him in a few minutes."
Hotch walked over to the Doctor and extended his hand. He shook the man's hand firmly with both hands. "Thank you." Hotch had nothing else to say. "Thank you."
The nurse came back to escort them to Spencer's room. They followed her talking quietly.
They all silenced as they entered his room. It was big enough for all of them, and they went in and surrounded Spencer's bed.
He looked so small. So fragile. So young.
His chest rose and fell. Spencer Reid was alive.
~Reviews always appreciated ! Remember More chapters to come! Thanks! Love, Bridget