Oh my gosh. I am so sorry for not updating. I didn't realize I had enough reviews and forgot about it for a while. Sorry! Here is part 11! A little bit of Ronnie and Reid, but I still need help with that, if you have suggestions, Do tell! Thanks, enjoy!

11

Wow. My arms hurt.

That is my first thought when I come back into consciousness. I open my eyes and blink a few times. I am in a grey hospital room. Can't they have some color in this place? I sit up and take a look at my arms. They are all stitched up. I count twelve stitches on each arm. I hope this isn't to expensive. I take in my surroundings. I see Spencer sleeping in a soft looking chair to my left. Out the window, it seems dark, but I assume its early in the morning.

There is an IV stand on my right, close to my bed. It is not attached to me. There is a door about ten feet away. There is a small…thing attached to my arm, which I suspect monitors my heart rate. I take it off and it makes a small sound. Spencer stirs in his sleep, but doesn't wake. I wonder what he's doing here.

I swing my feet off my bed and onto the floor. I'm still in my regular clothes, and shoes. Thankfully I'm not in those paper thin hospital gowns. I stand up, but quickly feel my legs are too weak. I grab for the IV stand for support, but it falls to the ground with me with a loud crash.

Graceful.

I quickly sit up, taking a deep breath.

"Ronnie!"

I look over to my left and see Spencer, wiping sleep from his eyes. "What are you doing?"

"I'm leaving, what does it look like?"

"It looks like you fell on the floor because you aren't clear to leave the hospital!"

"Details, details."

Spencer walks over and helps me up.

"See? I'm fine."

A girl with brown hair in a ponytail looks in the doorway. She wears a uniform. "Is everything all right? I heard a commotion." I sigh. "Everything is fine. Can I go home?" she enters the room and picks up a clipboard from the foot of my bed. "Well, it's recommended that you stay at the hospital for at least another twenty four hours to make sure your wounds are ok."

"The key word there is recommended. I can leave, but it's recommended that I stay."

The girl looks slightly flustered. "Well, I suppose."

She looks at the clipboard again. "You will probably need to take antibiotics and painkillers for about a week, and you can't get them wet for the next day."

She gives me a bunch of instructions that I won't bore you with. She gives me the medicine and lets me leave, bill in hand. When we get outside, Reid offers me a ride home. I get in his car and buckle my seatbelt. It hurts to move.

"Reid?"

"Yes?"

"How long was I asleep?"

"Approximately thirty six hours."

Wow. Longer than I expected. A thought creeps into my head.

"Reid?"

"Yeah?"

"Why were you sleeping in my hospital room?"

He looks uncomfortable.

"Uh…because I was worried. About you."

"…Oh. Thanks, I guess."

"Your welcome."

He keeps his eyes fixated on the road.

"What happened, you know, while I was asleep?"

His eyes glance over to me for a brief second.

"Nothing."

I narrow my eyes.

"Do you know what I hate, Spencer?"

"What?"

"Being lied to."

He swallows. I can tell he is hiding something important.

"Hotch told me he needs to talk to you."

I am suspicious. We arrive at work about ten minutes later. We enter the building and Reid leads me to Hotch's office. When we enter, Hotch tells Reid to leave and close the door. I have a feeling like the kid getting called down to the principals office.

"It looks like it hurts." He says.

I look at my arms. "Well, they didn't necessarily feel good…"

He doesn't smile. "I suspect someone is doing this to you. The way you pull on your sleeves to hide your arms. The way you don't talk about your personal life. The way you act."

I say nothing, I just stare at the floor with interest.

"The way you act. You act as if your hiding. If your waiting for something to hurt you. And it's because something is."

Again, I say nothing.

"And I suspect that something is Andy Nathanson."

I jerk my head up to look at him.

"Well, I guess my secret is out." I say quietly. I glance over at the window and see the whole team watching. They are gathered around Reid's desk.

"I have placed him under arrest for assault and battery."

I look back at him and say, "You can't do that! He didn't mean it, I swear. It was an accident."

"You and I both know that's not the case."

I blink a couple of times. It is pointless to argue. I won't win.

"I request that you take a few days off, to recover."

"I'm recovered, and I will be at work tomorrow. End of discussion."

I turn and leave. I am tempted to slam his door shut to make my point, but I decide against it. It will only heighten my chances of getting fired. I walk slowly down to the office area, heading for the elevator. But the team stops me.

"Wow. Those are going to make wicked scars." Derek comments, looking at my arms. I give a tiny smile. "I always liked Harry Potter."

Emily looks at me with concern. "Who did this?"

Sigh.

"Ask Hotch." I say simply. "He will tell you. I have places to go and people to see. I'll see you all tomorrow."

With that, I enter the elevator and close the door.

I need to talk to Andy.

Done! Sorry again for the wait. If you have suggestions for helping Ronnie and Reid become a couple, TELL ME! I am not good at romance. I thank you in advance for your help. Well, review for more, thanks for reading! Bye-bye!