Hey guys.

The team smiled, knowing that the handwriting belonged to their closest friend, Doctor Spencer Reid. They took seats around the room, ready to brainstorm anything that might bring their friend back to them soon.

What's up? You all look deep in thought.

Spencer wasn't sure what was on his friends' minds, but he would fine out soon enough, he guessed.

"We're just trying to come up with a way for you to get back to us, Pretty Boy," explained Morgan.

Reid nodded to himself. So . . . any ideas?

The team shook their heads, and Reid sighed. He knew he would eventually pass on to the next world, or whatever came after this one, but he wanted to do so many things before he died, and if he didn't get back soon, he may not be able to do any of them.

"I have an idea," Emily spoke up from the back of the room, closest to Hotch, who had his hand secretly wrapped around hers. Well, until then, anyway.

The entire room turned to her, willing to hear anything that might be able to help their friend.

"Go ahead, Em," whispered Hotch, earning him a thankful smile in return.

"What if we had Reid lay on the bed, where his body is, and if we get him in the exact spot, maybe he'll reconnect to himself?"

Everyone sat still; the room quiet enough to hear a pin drop. Everybody was lost in thought, wondering the exact same thing:

Would it work?

And if it didn't, what did they have to lose?

J.J.'s P.O.V.

I woke again with a splitting headache, groaning. I tried to sit up, but a nurse quickly came over and rudely pushed me back down. I began to protest, unrelentingly trying to sit up straight.

One of the nurses managed to get me to stop moving long enough for her to speak with me.

"Jennifer-Jennifer! My name's Mandy, and I'm one of your nurses here, and I regret having to be the one to tell you that you have just woken up from the anesthesia we used on you for your surgery. You might be experiencing pain or discomfort in the next couple of hours." The nurse quickly explained while managing to get me to calm down completely.

"And what exactly did I need to go into surgery for? You guys already said that you couldn't get it out."

"Well, the doctor wanted another look at it, and that was what the surgery was for. I'm sorry he didn't ask for your consent, but he thinks that now he may be able to get it out."

I sat, stunned. I would be able to live without cancer?

"Thank you," I mumbled, to caught up in my thoughts to say anything else.

I thought about how I would see my family again. How I would be able to spend afternoons with Henry, and be able to go on date nights with Will. How the team and I would spend hours on end for a case, only to have zero leads.

I missed it already.

Spencer's P.O.V.

I thought about Emily's idea, and eventually wrote my opinion on the board.

What harm could it do?

The team cheered, though quietly, since it was relatively early and other patients could still be sleeping. I watched as they looked in my general direction, waiting for another message. Although, this time, there were smiles upon their faces instead of their usual sad, hopeless looks.

I'll give it a try. Now?

Multiple nods came from each of the members of the team, and I sighed. I was worried about what the risks could be, but now, since I wasn't sure if this had even ever happened to anyone else in the world before, there weren't any statistics to make me any less uneasy as I climbed onto my bed. I laid down where my body was, feeling a strange connection; like I was supposed to be there. Like I belonged.

I rested my head on the pillow, staring at the ceiling, until I felt my eyes being forced closed. A heavy weight lay over me, and I felt myself being unable to move. It must be working, I thought. As I lay still, a haze of voices surrounded me, and I couldn't make out who it was. It could've been anyone on the team, but then again, I heard the sound of a couple women and a man, probably the doctor and nurses.

I tried my hardest to move, to let them know that I was waking up. I wanted to see J.J. so badly. I wanted to be the one to tell my team that I was okay. I wanted to be free again.

My eyelids felt like a ton of bricks, making it pretty hard to open them at all. I moved my eyes frantically, hoping they'd see and give me some medicine to help me with this. I suddenly felt the weight lifted off my shoulders (literally), and I was able to open my eyes.

"Spencer?" The male voice I identified as the doctor asked me. "Can you hear me?"

"Yeah," I croaked, willing myself to stay awake. I couldn't go back to that place I was before. "Can I see my friends?" I asked as the movement of the nurses slowed down a little bit and I felt myself returning to a decent state. I looking over at the screens around me, realizing that my vitals were almost perfectly fine now.

"You just came out of a coma, Spencer. You'll see them soon enough, right after we check for any brain damage, okay?" The doctor explained, and I nodded, trying to save me voice for when I see my friends again.

As the doctor pulled up the railings on either side of the bed, laying the back of my bed down, he said, "We're gonna take you in for a CAT Scan now, Spencer. You just hang on a minute, and then you'll be with your friends."

I felt the cart begin to move, and I felt the urge to close my eyes begin to come back.

"Can I get something to help me keep my eyes open?" I asked, earning a nod from the doctor. He said something to nurse quickly, urging her to get it now. She returned seconds later, and while she hung it on the rack attached to the bed, I felt my eyes begin to close. But when I felt the jab in my arm and the cold liquid run through my veins, I immediately woke back up.

I looked around again, only, this time, we were already through the hallways and into the CAT scan room. I lay down on the bed, closing my eyes while they put the mask over my head and snap it in place. I could hear the doctor conversing with someone as a nurse explained to me everything about it. What it would do, what it'd tell them, and what I needed to do to keep myself safe. Even if I was an FBI agent, I guess it didn't matter.

As the bed slowly started to roll back into the machine, I felt myself start to relax. I knew that the medicine they gave me would keep me awake for a while, so I just let myself go into a stupor. I could still hear the machine running, I could feel the cold medicine still running through my veins all over my body, I could still smell the sterilization wipes they used on the inside of the mask before putting it on me. I focused on the thought of seeing me friends as soon as I got out of here, and how I would be able to see J.J., since she was alright. I may not've seen her since last night, where I snuck into her room to see if she was okay, but I still wanted to see her again.

It seemed like forever until the bed pulled back out of the scanning machine, and I opened my eyes to a group of doctors that looked very gleeful.

"Looks like you are ready to go, Doctor," one of the nurses said, helping me into a wheelchair. I moved around a little, trying to get myself comfy, since I guessed I was going to be in it for a little while. The doctors quickly dispersed, while there stayed two nurses; one to hold the door and one behind me, pushing.

"Do you mind if we make a stop by my friend J.J.'s room first? I mean, before we head to the waiting room?" I asked quickly, so she could change her path without getting too far.

"Yes, we can, Doc." The nurse said, almost in a joking tone. "I'll get you there in no time flat. Just hang on," she joked, taking off down the hallway.

I laughed as she made a screeching sound with her mouth, imitating a stopping car. She smirked at me as she knocked on the door. I waited for someone to answer, and smiled when they did.

"Hey! It's Pretty Boy!" Morgan exclaimed. "Why didn't you warn us so Penelope could've brought more stuffed animals?"

Morgan opened the door so the nurse could push me inside, leaving me with them. I glanced around, noting that there were stuffed animals everywhere. And I mean everywhere. There were elephants, monkeys, bears (mostly), and small dogs and cats and pigs covering every counter space there, and you could barely see J.J. sitting on the bed she was surrounded by so many. I laughed as Garcia placed six more tiny bears on my lap.

"Spence!" J.J. said as I wheeled into view. The piles of stuffed animals must've constricted her vision of the whole room, and she was also deeply in conversation with Emily and Hotch, who were sitting together again. Rossi was sitting beside Morgan, and said person wheeled me to the front so he could sit back beside Rossi.

"Hey, J.J." I said, pulling her into a light hug. She smiled, her eyes gleaming. I couldn't help but notice how pretty her eyes were. How there were specks spiraling around in the blue of her eyes, while they fall into the black abyss of her pupils. I wished I could get lost in them forever, time and space just stopping and everyone and everything just stood still except for us. I wish that Will wasn't with her, even if that was wrong of me. I just wished everything would've turned out different.

"Reid? Are you alright?" Hotch asked, speaking to me for the first time since I had entered the room. I nodded, breaking away from my thoughts, and came crashing back into reality.

Emily's P.O.V.

As Reid's eyes came back into focus, I felt Hotch's body relax again. We were all worried not even an hour ago that we would never see our teammate wake from his coma, and now he was alive and well, sitting in a wheelchair in front of us, having a conversation with J.J.

I knew about his crush. Ever since . . . well . . . as long as I could remember. It really shook him up when she got with Will, and especially when she got married. But, I don't think J.J. knows, since she and Will are still going as strong as ever. I just hoped that he wouldn't try something to ruin their relationship just so he could be the one to end up with her. Not that I thought Spencer would be the type of person to do that to one of his friends. Not at all. Especially with the kind of personality he has.

I saw the door open and a (very) shocked doctor come strolling in. He shook off all the different colored animals fairly quickly, and walked over to Reid, J.J., Hotch, and me. Rossi and Morgan scooted closer to hear what he had to say.

"The results from your surgery have came back, Mrs. Jareau." The doctor said, smiling. "There is a seventy percent chance we can get it out without any damage being done to the surrounding parts of the brain. The other thirty percent is just us accidentally touching the other area and . . . well, we'd just have to find out the effects. You won't die, of course." The last part he added rather hastily, not helping the queasy feeling in my stomach.

"Is she able to fly home on our jet?" Reid asked, surprising me that I hadn't thought of that earlier. I watched as the doctor gave an uneasy look.

"She . . . I don't think it'd be wise, but if a paramedic was on board, she'd definitely be in good hands," he said, glancing around at all of us. I caught his eye and I smiled, trying to thank him for everything. He seemed to have gotten the message, because he just nodded, then continued on.

"Unless, of course, you would like to stay with her here, where she's already admitted to, and she could go through surgery here. Which would probably take place within a couple days if she consents, and then she could fly back if she's guaranteed a full recovery." The doctor finished.

"Well . . ." J.J. started, looking over to Hotch. "When does Strauss want us back?"

"As soon as you're able to fly." Hotch said, his serious face softening. I preferred this Hotch than the one that's always serious and you can never talk to him personally. This is the side he shows with Jack, and back with Haley, before . . . no. I would never bring her up. Not that I didn't like her, we were great friends. It was just . . . Hotch was devastated, hardly able to keep himself together at that point.

I didn't want to see him like that again.

J.J. looked deep in thought, and the doctor obviously noticed. "I'll come back later for your answer."

Hotch and I sat still, his arm over my shoulders, waiting for a conversation to start. I wasn't sure what to say, so I just focused on my breathing falling in sync with Hotch's.

"What do you guys think I should do?" J.J. asked unexpectedly, causing Reid to jump, who was, I'm guessing, deep in thought. "I mean, so we can all go home faster."

I thought for a moment, but decided to stay quiet. I cast glances around the room, taking in the fact that everybody else was doing the exact same thing. We were all watching Reid, who went back into his previous state of deep thought, and it was like a lightbulb turned on in his brain.

"Well, if you stay, your risk of dying will be next to nothing, now that they are able to remove it. Leaving on our plane with just a paramedic on board, your chances of surviving isn't quite as good. A lot worse, actually. It would get us home faster for us to fly back now, but it's still a one hour and fifty-six minute ride for you without any antibiotics or a doctor on board. My personal opinion on the subject is that you should stay here until you're fully well and done with the surgery, and then we can take the paramedic as an extra precaution. But the decision is all yours, J.J." Spencer rambled, making the rest of us laugh.

Spencer's hand was resting on the armrest of his wheelchair, and I saw him freeze when J.J. wrapped hers around his. I laughed, but kept it quiet, since it was only me and Derek who knew about his crush. I wasn't sure about Garcia, Hotch, and Rossi. I locked eyes with him and smiled, earning a blush from his back. Man, that kid could blush. His entire face, from his forehead down to his neck, turned a bright shade of scarlet, causing everyone (including J.J.) to laugh again.

We had apparently been discussing for a while, because the doctor came back in.

"Have you made your decision, Mrs. Jareau?"

J.J. nodded.

"Let's do this."