Hey, everyone. Here is the next chapter for you all. I hope you enjoy this chapter. Okay, so for those who read my other story, Dreamwalker, I'm unable to update that tonight as I'm dealing with a new problem with my health. Nothing serious I hope but overnight I've developed a rash and while not unbearable I have no idea what has caused it. I've not had a lot of time to write today and the only reason you all have this update is because most of it got done yesterday. I'm really sorry and I promise you'll have a nice long chapter for Dreamwalker tomorrow. I enjoyed writing this chapter and I hope it's okay. Enjoy and I look forward to hearing from you all.

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Morgan felt something pull him from his sleep, it wasn't a noise that woke him up but the lack of a noise, he opened his eyes and felt something was wrong. He turned around and felt his heart go cold at the sight he was looking at. Mary Donovan was pressing a cloth down over Reid's nose and mouth, he watched as Reid slumped back to the bed and stopped struggling in his sleep. "NO!"

He stormed out of bed, ignoring the pain of his shoulder, he rushed over before Mary could react and pushed her to the floor. He heard a banging noise and realised she had barred the door. He yanked away the pole to see the guard outside. "Restrain her now."

Morgan rushed to Reid and panicked when he realised he wasn't breathing. "I need some help in here!"

A young nurse and Reid's doctor ran into the room.

"Please help him, he's not breathing," Morgan pleaded as another nurse brought him back to his bed.

"No! He has to die," Mary screamed. "He cost me everything and he doesn't deserve to live."

Rushing off the bed, Morgan found more hands holding him back from Mary. "He loved her, Mrs Donovan, he loved her with all his heart and it's not his fault what happened. You've destroyed him with what you've done."

"He destroyed her," Mary spat back. "I've lost everything."

"Get him back in bed," the doctor ordered before looking to Mary. "Get her out of here too."

"Keep her in a room till my team gets here," Morgan called. "She's wanted and she's going to pay.

"He's breathing again," the nurse smiled. Morgan watched as Reid's eyes fluttered open for a second, he couldn't focus on anything and had started to try fight the nurses, his struggles were small and weak.

"Kid, calm down, they're trying to help you."

The entire team came down to the hospital, Garcia and JJ went in a different direction to the others, they would deal with Mary Donovan later. For now, they both just wanted to check on Reid and Morgan. "I can't believe this," JJ fumed as they walked. "Spence loved Maeve and her death devastated him, he's never got over it. Mary has done so much to him and he's going to feel that devastation all over again."

"She tried to kill him, JJ. Without Morgan waking up, she could have suffocated him and just walked away. Just wait till I get my hands on her."

They came to the room and walked in, Morgan was sitting on the side of the bed and was holding Reid's hand. He turned and gave them a sad smile. "Hey."

"How is he?" Garcia asked as she went over with JJ.

"He's asleep, the doctors said that he'd be fine, he wasn't deprived of oxygen long enough to cause any damage. They aren't sure he will even remember being attacked," Morgan answered. "They checked up on his vitals and the infection has started to go which is good news. Where is Mary Donovan?"

"She's being held in a room on the second floor, the others have gone to see her, they want answers. We all want answers," JJ said before hugging him. "You saved him."

"It's strange, most people can't get to sleep because of a noise but I know what woke me up," he sighed. "I couldn't hear the sound of his heart monitor and that woke me up, she had turned it off and when I looked over to the bed, he stopped struggling and stopped breathing."

"JJ," a small voice came from the bed. They looked down to see Reid with his eyes open.

"Hey, Spence," she smiled. "Are you okay? How are you feeling?"

"I don't feel so good," he licked his lips. "Was someone here before?"

"No," Garcia said quickly. "You had a bit of a bad dream earlier, your fever was high but it's coming down now."

Morgan and JJ exchanged a look but both agreed with Garcia's judgement, they didn't want Reid knowing unless he had to know. He wasn't strong enough to deal with the mental trauma that would come from finding out the mother of the woman he loved had planned everything and had tried to kill him with her own hands. Reid closed his eyes again and went back to sleep.

"He doesn't find out about what happened until he's strong enough," Garcia said sternly. "I won't have him suffering so much pain in one go."

Hotch stared at Mary through the window, he remembered talking to her when Maeve got abducted by Diane Turner and she'd been so different, he looked at Rossi and Blake. "I'm going in on my own."

"Why?" Blake demanded. "We have every right to confront her after what she's done."

"I'm controlling how I feel," Hotch began. "I can't have anyone going in there and losing control. I sent Garcia and JJ to Reid for that exact reason. Blake, you're angry and I know you want to take revenge on her for what she's done. Rossi, that goes for you too. I'm struggling to stay calm but I know I have to."

"We'll stay out here," Rossi informed him. "You don't want me in that room. I've confronted countless killers but not like this. I took care of Reid in that place and heard him cry out when that son of a bitch hurt him. A son of a bitch she hired. I don't think I'll stay calm if I go in there."

"I'll keep an eye on Rossi," Blake nodded.

"It's okay to admit that you can't do it," Rossi said. "You witnessed Reid get stabbed and we all heard him screaming inside that coffin."

"Just go, Hotch," Blake looked away as she spoke.

Hotch turned around and walked into the room, he didn't say a word till he sat down in front of Mary. He pulled out his phone and pressed record. "Why did you do it?"

"You know why, Agent Hotchner. I've lost everything because of that man."

"Spencer never hurt you, Maeve or your husband."

"He brought her out of hiding and he's the reason my little girl died. Maeve had a strong future ahead of her and he killed her."

"Diane Turner, Maeve's stalker, killed your daughter and Spencer witnessed her death. He still loves her even though he can never be with her. Her death devastated him when she died and he's never been the same. I've known him for a long time and he changed the day he lost her. Spencer didn't kill your daughter or give your husband the overdose."

"Don't talk about my husband!" she snapped. "You sit there with everything still in front of you. I sit here and I feel the sickness inside of me and now I don't find strength, I find failure. I don't care what any of you say, he deserves to die and you're supposed to see. You let him kill my daughter and I wanted you to feel the pain I feel."

"I doubt you'll live long enough to face trial, not after what I've seen in your medical records. We are all feeling pain," Hotch stoically informed her. "Derek Morgan watched you momentarily kill Spencer in that bed. Back at the place you held us, we had to listen to him screaming in that metal coffin and we watched as that man you hired stabbed him in stomach. Penelope Garcia had to hear him scream and had to watch that man carve and burn Spencer. I held Spencer through cell bars as he shook and bled."

"I should have let him die then and there," she muttered. "I got greedy though and wanted him to suffer more."

"He'll never suffer again," Hotch said before standing up and turning off the recording. "Off the record, I hope you go to hell. If there is a heaven, I'm sure Maeve is there and one day, maybe Spencer will join her. In hell, you'll never see her again. He isn't responsible for their deaths but I swear, if you had succeeded in killing Spencer, I would have been responsible for your death."

He stormed out of the room and walked past Blake and Rossi without saying a word. He made it to the men's bathroom and went to the sink, he splashed his tired face and gripped the edge of the sink to stay calm. After a few minutes, he made his way to Reid's room and walked in. The others stayed silent as he went to the bed. He went into his pocket and brought out a picture he had picked up before coming to the hospital.

"Here you go, Reid. I thought you would want her close," he smiled gently before slipping the picture into Reid's hand. A picture of Maeve, a woman who none of them would forget anytime soon.

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