A/N: Hi there, another chapter! Sorry for leaving you hanging there! Hope you like the chapter...

Reid

I was tapping my hand neurotically on the counter as I asked for Alex and Angie. The nurse at the desk eyed my hand pointedly but I couldn't stop tapping. Morgan stood behind me, giving me space. Hotch, Garcia, Emily, and JJ were huddled to either side of him looking awkward and out of place.

None of them had realized the extent to which my relationship with Alex had gone and honestly, I hadn't either. Hotch gave me a disapproving eye when he found out that Alex had been visiting my apartment but now he was beginning to understand.

The nurse thumbed through a file and then gestured for me to follow her. "I'll take you to a private waiting room. They are currently administering a rape kit but you can see her soon." I ran forward and grabbed the woman's arm. "What?" I said. The nurse shrugged me off. "The patient has given us permission to relay medical information to you but we really don't know what happened. The only thing that's clear is that she was raped. She's giving us a hard time with the kit."

I let my hand fall to my side. Had something else happened or was this about her foster father? The nurse deposited the team and I in a waiting room and closed the door. I looked to Hotch, searching for words. "I let her down."

Alex

It took them good and long to collect their precious evidence. I screeched at them and kicked up a storm. They refused to hold me down but they just wouldn't leave. I finally lost the heart and stopped fighting. They couldn't hurt me more than I had been.

The first thing they asked me was where my parents were. I just shook my head. Then they asked if there was anyone else I wanted them to contact. I reached my fumbling hand into my pocket and pressed Reid's card into a nurse's hand. They asked me over and over to tell them my name, how old I was, what had happened, anything. I refused, just drifting into a little place in my mind where I was alone.

Angie was shouting like a little firecracker at the nurses. She told them to just get on with it and fix me. They tried to get Angie to tell them more about me but I shook my head at her and she didn't tell them anything. She was scared out of her mind but she was my trooper.

The nurses didn't know what to do with me. They saw the bruises on my face and arms but couldn't determine what the cause was. The doctor guessed it was child-abuse and took me to an exam room. When I couldn't sit down, the doctor figured it out and ordered a rape kit be administered.

When they finally finished with the exam, they led me to a room. They tried to put me in a wheelchair but I wouldn't let them. Angie clung onto my hand as soon as they let her at me and wouldn't let go. She settled onto the hospital bed beside me. A nurse sat next to me on a chair and tried to coax me to talk. I ignored her. Someone came in after the nurse gave up and told me I had visitors. She wanted to know if I wanted to take them. I thought about it. I don't know why I ever gave them Reid's number but he already knew I was here. Visitors plural though? Who else had come?

I shrugged in agreement. I saw Dr. Reid through the blinds before he saw me. He was looking back and forth, evidently searching for me. The nurse pushed him along and he stepped into my room.

I probably looked like hell. My hands were white and shaking and my hair felt like a snarled mess. I had nothing to offer but a watery grimace.

I couldn't tell if he was upset or seriously pissed off. I faltered and lost the hint of a grin in an instant. When he spoke he sounded like he was floating dangerously on the edge of loosing his cool. "Hello Alex." I grabbed a fistful of bed sheet and twisted it. I was feeling a little less glad to see him by the moment.

I felt the pull of a dark hole threatening to drag me under. My lower lip began to tremble. He was mad at me. I had lost him. I had nothing. There was no where to go. All of this crossed my mind as he stood before me, unmoving. He bit his own lip like he was trying not to be cry. There was nothing to say.

"Excuse me." He said, and he bolted out the door. Everyone was gone. No one was there to see the tears running down my face.

It was an hour before another agent showed their face. I didn't mind. I had Angie. The blond woman from the FBI peered around the door. "Hi sweetheart, my name is JJ, we met at office. How are you doing?" She came the rest of the way in and sat slowly in the chair by my bed. I turned my head to face the opposite direction but didn't want to scare Angie who was still balled up beside me.

JJ leaned forward over her knees to try to look into my face when I didn't respond. She addressed Angie instead of me. "Would you mind if your sister and I talked alone?" She asked softly. Angie looked up at me but didn't move. I nodded to her. Angie slid off the bed and eyed JJ nervously as she swept past her. The woman with dark who Reid had referred to as Emily was waiting in the door and guided her away.

"I know you don't want to talk about this, but we really need to know what happened so that it won't happen again." A short burst of air escaped my nose. It wouldn't happen again, that's for sure. "Do you not believe me?" She asked, incorrectly reading my breath of laughter.

I looked into her eyes and tried to discern what I saw there. Everything about her seemed genuine enough, but she didn't understand. I should never have let it happen in the first place. It was my fault for thinking I could do better for Angie and myself than the state could. I wasn't even better than that. She looked right back at me.

"Would you rather talk to Spencer?" I was surprised at the sound of his first name. It sounded too youthful, too innocent to be describing the man I had come to know. I suddenly realized that maybe I didn't know him so well after all. What did I really know about him other than his love of Poker and his addiction to Dilaudid? What a hell of a combination of things to know about someone. I knew there was more to him than that. He was too kind to be a product of those things. I felt a horrible sinking feeling when I remembered that he might not even want to give me the chance to get to know him.

"He doesn't want to talk to me." I rasped. I had tried to speak with my full voice but it came out like a whisper. JJ frowned and shook her head. "No," she said, letting the word drag out. "Of course he does." I searched her eyes, wondering if she even believed herself. She looked at the floor so she didn't have to meet my eyes. She was skeptical at best. "It's true." came a voice from the door. I drew my eyes toward the source of the voice and saw Reid. His eyes were dark inset and his hair was mangled like he had run his hand through too many times.

A/N: So what did you think? In the coming chapters there will be more of the team which I am excited about. I like where this is going to go soon (can you guess?). Thanks for those of you who are sticking with me! Please reviewreviewreview thanks. :)