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"Reid…Reid." Aaron Hotchner shook the sleeping man's shoulder gently and for a moment he had a flashback of waking up his sleeping son. Quickly snapping out his déjà vu when Reid mumbled something, he stood up straighter.
"We're going home, Reid."
"Home?"
"Yes. Now let's get going, okay?"
Reid slowly sat up and let his eyes adjust.
"Yeah." He said absentmindedly as he looked around.
"We've got all of your things already." Prentiss spoke up, sensing Reid was looking for his bag. Reid nodded ever so slightly.
"Okay, Reid. Just take your time, okay? If you need to stop, please stop. We're in no hurry." Hotch instructed. Again, Reid barely nodded. Hotchner extended his hand to Reid and slowly Reid stood up. After standing up, Reid made no move to let go of Hotch's arm so together they slowly made for the door. Prentiss took one last look around and then followed them, closing the door firmly. Emily continued to walk behind Reid and Aaron, their arms interlocking. They walked slowly and Emily then quickly went ahead and called the elevator. It arrived just before Reid made it to the elevator. Emily watched the two of them shuffle into the metal box and then stepped in after them, directing the machine to beam them down. As the elevator started to move, Reid grimaced.
"You okay?" Emily asked. Reid just took a deep breath.
"Yeah. Pain." Was all he said. Above his head, Emily and Hotch exchanged a concerned look. The elevator stopped with a jolt and the doors opened and Hotch and Reid began shuffling out. Emily followed and stopped at the front desk as Reid and Hotch continued their journey across the lobby.
"Is he the same sick friend of the FBI agent?" the woman behind the desk asked Emily as she handed their keys over the counter. Emily nodded.
"I hope he feels better soon. Have a safe journey and I hope you enjoyed your stay." The woman gave a sympathetic glance at Hotch and Reid who were almost at the door way.
"Thank you."
Emily left the desk and followed the two men out the doors, where two black SUV's were waiting. She went to one and got in silently. The entire vehicle watched as Hotchner helped Reid into the back seat and then walk around to the driver's door and got in. Putting his signal light on, Hotch pulled into traffic. Morgan shifted the SUV into drive and followed Hotch's lead all the way to the airstrip. The team got out of the SUV and JJ and Gideon helped Reid out of the back seat and then up the stairs and into the airplane. The team filled on behind them, carrying their bags.
After shaking hands with the lead agent, Hotchner boarded the plane and informed the captain that they were ready to go. He took a seat near the back of the aircraft and watched as the women fussed around Reid, making him comfortable on the couch and making sure bags and the bottle of water were within Reid's reach.
"We are clear for takeoff". The pilot's voice came over the system and the team all found seats and buckled up. The plane roared to life and at the jerkiness, Reid winced and let out a groan.
"What is it, Reid?" Morgan asked from across the aisle.
"Pain." Reid said between deep breaths. Reid continued to wince all while the plane taxied and as the plane nosed into the air, he lunged for the bag nearest him. Hotchner watched as Morgan turned away and let out a small "Hmm"—it could hardly be called even a chuckle.
Not caring that they were supposed to be buckled up, Garcia got out of her seat and went over to Reid. She took the garbage bag from his hands and wiped his face off with a cool washcloth.
"Here. Have some water." Garcia held Reid's bottle. She slipped her hand behind his back and helped him sit up just enough so he didn't choke or spill. After relaxing again, Reid let out a sigh and then his face crumpled.
"What's wrong, Reid." Hotchner asked, having watched the whole scene.
"Pain." No matter how many times asked, Reid repeated the same answer. Now that the plane was leveling out, Gideon came and knelt beside Reid and Morgan shifted to the edge of his seat. The rest of the team stayed where they were but watched the scene unfold.
"What kind of pain?" Gideon asked in his gentle way. Reid swallowed and then took another deep breath.
"Pain…in my abdomen." The simple sentence was hard for Reid to say and it was obvious that he was in a lot of pain.
"On a scale of one to ten, how bad is it, Reid?" Morgan asked. Reid thought for a moment.
"Maybe a seven." He let out the breath he had been holding to talk. Morgan leaned back in his chair again.
"Give him a few aspirins." JJ said from her seat. "We'll have a car waiting when we land to take him to the hospital."
Garcia bent over to dig through the bag of medical supplies. As she was rooting through, Reid let out such a gasp that it caused everyone to look at him.
"Reid…look at me, okay? We'll be home soon. Garcia's getting something for the pain. Just take deep breathes. In, out, in." Gideon encouraged Reid. Morgan, who had been deep in thought and his face changed when Reid let out another gasp. Morgan undid his seatbelt and knelt down beside Reid, next to Gideon.
"Reid, listen to me. Where exactly is the pain?"
Reid's face crumpled as he tried to control his pain.
"Lower right side." He took another breath and then lunged for another waiting bag. As he used it, Morgan turned to Hotchner, who was sitting in his chair, stone-faced.
"This flight is almost four hours long. I don't think he can wait four hours. We have to get him to a hospital now."
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