Seeing his phone, smashed, on the floor of the car, Morgan reached into Elle`s pocket, looking for hers. When he finally found the small piece of plastic he quickly dialed a three digit number. "This is Supervisory Special Agent Derek Morgan with the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the F.B.I., me and my partner have been in a car accident. Her head is smashed against the window, she isn`t responding but has a pulse. A-a faint pulse." He said,
quickly, into the phone. The person on the other end of the call assured him that paramedics were on their way, and hung up. Morgan looked down at the phone, 7 missed calls: Gideon, Hotch, Gideon, Gideon, Gideon,
Gideon, Ryan. Who the hell is Ryan? Morgan wondered, although he knew this was not the time to question Elle`s personal life.
"Elle!" Morgan shouted again while shaking her. "Elle! Wake up!" He could hear sirens in the distance, and wondered if they were coming for them. "Wake up! Elle, please! Wake up!" He tried again, coming to the conclusion that she wasn`t going to wake up before the paramedics got there. Tears were in his eyes as he realized that this woman - who he had worked with for almost a year now, who had become not only a coleague, but a very good friend - might not make it. That the woman who sat beside him might die.
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"Try again." Garcia pleaded.
"Garcia, there is no answer on Elle`s, and Morgan`s phone is off." Gideon replied.
"Fine." She said, taking out her phone and dialing Elle`s number.
Just as Garcia put the phone up to her ear, they heard a phone ringing out side the room. They all turned their heads as a stretcher surrounded by ER doctors passed, they heard one of them say she was unresponsive at the scene and another say the driver was a 30 to 40 year old black male. No! Hotch thought. It can`t be!
Reid stared at the floor, Gideon looked off into space, and JJ was trying to calm Garcia as she cried. Hotch was close to tears himself, but didn`t show any emotion to his team.
"Wait," Gideon said. "nobody saw them bring in anyone else, thats got to be a good sign, right?"
"Statistically, the only reason a car accident victim would not be brought into the emergency room is if they are dead. They still need to check for-" Reid stopped when Garcia started bawling like a baby.
"I`ll go talk to one of the nurses, see if it was them." Gideon volunteered, he wanted to get out of the room.
Hotch sighed, he wished more than anything that he could go too, but he knew he couldn`t, he needed to get away from Garcia`s bawling.
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Minutes later, Gideon returned to the room. "It was them. Morgan`s fine, he`s in the waiting room and refuses to leave until he hears news about Elle. Sh-she isn`t doing so great. Morgan says she had a faint pulse, but wasn`t responding before the paramedics showed up." He explained.
"Oh my god," Garcia cried. "Thank god my baby`s okay, but poor Elle, I hope she is alright!"
"We all do." Hotch replied. He couldn`t believe this was happening. How could all this happen in one day?
The room was silent for a moment, then Gideon`s phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID, then at Hotch. "I`m sorry, it`s Steven." Hotch nodded, remembering that Gideon had agreed to meet his son to catch up today.
Reid looked up. "I`m going to go talk to Morgan."
"Me too. I need to be there for my baby." Garcia explained, following him.
Then it was just the two of them, Hotch and JJ, in his small hospital room.
"How long has it been?" She questioned.
"Excuse me?" He replied, confused.
"How long have you been staying in a hotel?"
"6 months." JJ`s eyes widened. How can someone stay in a hotel that long? She wondered.
"You can`t go back there by yourself, not like this."
Hotch began to argue, but saw the look in those blue eyes. "I`ll see if I can stay with Morgan." He said, giving in.
At that moment, Reid came running into the room. "I was talking to the ER doctors about Elle." He announced. "She`s in a coma."