It's funny that I got a review from someone asking me to continue with Heaven's chapter because I actually was planning on doing that with this Theme!

So this is the continuation of Theme Seven's chapter.

Theme Ten: Breathe Again

Reid's eyes slowly opened, and began shivering uncontrollably. His lungs were burning and he coughed loudly. Before his eyes could adjust to his surroundings, he lay still and twitched his hand next to him. What was this soft graining substance? Sand?

His ears took in the sounds of crashing waves. At that moment, he felt something cold and wet graze his feet and legs, and he sat straight up. A beach? What was he doing here?

He shook his head, trying to fend off the cold but failing miserably. He hugged his arms and began looking around. To his right, he noticed a large cliff a distance away. He gasped as and his memory began to seep back into his head.

Hotch had jumped off of that cliff. And he had jumped after him.

Reid began to panic. Where was Hotch? He promised he wouldn't let go of his hand and now… The genius glanced at both of his hands, sand sticking to his palms.

Before he could begin to cry, he turned his head to the left of him. His tears stopped when he spotted someone next to him in that familiar suit of his.

Hotch. Hotch was right next to him!

He was still unconscious. Reid leaned over him and placed his ear to his chest. He couldn't hear the older man's heartbeat.

"Oh my God, Hotch!" Reid reacted quickly, unbuttoning Hotch's polo shirt and pumping his chest with his palms. Reid feared that he probably swallowed too much water. He glanced at Hotch's lips and didn't even think twice before placing his own upon them and breathing into him.

Reid repeated the process of pumping his chest and breathing air into him. Hotch, please! Tears began to stream down the younger man's face. Please, wake up! You couldn't have gone to Heaven without me! Come back! PLEASE!

Suddenly, Hotch was choking and spitting out water. Reid paused and watched Hotch exhale the rest of the water from his throat.

"Hotch!" Reid instinctually grabbed the older man's cold hand and gazed at him for a moment. Hotch opened his eyes and blinked several times before looking at Reid.

"R-Reid…" he spoke, his voice raspy.

"Hotch!" Reid let go of his hand and throw himself onto Hotch, hugging the man as tightly as possible. Hotch just laid there, honestly surprised that he was still alive.

He breathed through his nostrils and sniffed the salty scent of the water in the air. He didn't think he would ever breathe again after he was submerged, but the whole time someone had been there holding his hand and making sure that he could.

Spencer Reid. Hotch closed his eyes and tried to think of how he would explain this to the young genius.

So…will this be continued?

~Midori