A/N~ Hello my fuzzy friends! Apologies, but this is a really odd chapter. Also, there is a lot of vulgarity in certain parts.

Spencer's P.O.V.

It had been a week now since I had gotten the phone call that changed my life for the worse. Ariel was still in a coma, and the doctors said that they weren't going to pull her out of it for almost another three weeks, at the earliest. If I had been anyone else, I would have been worrying about the medical bills and insurance coverage and things like that - not that I wasn't. But this was one of those times where the whole 'rock star persona' came in handy. Because of it, we had tons of money stored away - some of it was already starting off a trust fund for the baby, but a bunch of it was now going towards getting her the best medical care that money could buy.

Luckily - or unluckily, depending on how you looked at it - we were so busy with cases for the first week that no one on the team really had a chance to drop by and see Ariel. Which was good, because that meant they wouldn't get suspicious about all of the extra security and things that Undiscovered Nemesis's record label had placed around the building once they found out what happened.

It was unlucky for me, though. The entire time that we were gone I would do one of two things: I would either obsessively worry about my wife, or I would throw myself into the cases completely, barely spending anytime sleeping or eating. The only time that I didn't spend working on whatever case we had at the moment was spent looking over the information that Garcia had been able to find on the driver in the hit-and-run that had landed her in the hospital in the first place.

She hadn't been able to find out that much, though. It was a later model sedan, and while there were several security cameras in the area, the ones that were pointed at the scene only showed very blurry images of the car's license plate.

We had just gotten back from our third case in a week, and Hotch let us know that we weren't going to be taking on anymore cases for at least a day or two, which was a huge relief. It meant that I finally had a chance to go and visit Ariel.

It was almost time for visiting hours to be over by the time I arrived, but luckily I was allowed to spend the night since I was her husband. I checked in at the desk before heading up to the correct floor, giving the security guards an awkward wave as I walked by.

I paused for a moment in the doorway and just looked at my wife. It was strange seeing her like this, so empty and almost… lifeless. My Ariel was always so full of life and energy, always up to something. Now she just… laid there.

I walked over and sat down next to her, taking a second to feel her pulse, just to reassure myself.

"Hi honey." I told her softly. "Sorry that I haven't been here that much - we've had case after case this week. Luckily Kat and the guys have been able to come and see you instead." It was awkward talking to her without her talking back - or even responding.

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Ariel's P.O.V.

Time passed strangely here. After the few hours - although, as far as I knew a month could have passed - Amelia had shown me screens that connected to the real world outside, and so every once in a while, I would check in on what was happening.

Most of the time, all the screens showed was my body in the hospital - which still sounded immensely strange - so I hadn't been paying much attention to it until I heard Spencer's voice.

"Hi honey." he said softly. I hurried over to the screens, with Amelia hot on my heels. "Sorry that I haven't been here that much - we've had case after case this week. Luckily Kat and the guys have been able to come and see you instead."

"He's actually kinda hot." Amelia said. "You know, in a geeky, nerdy way."

I rolled my eyes, deciding to focus on my husband instead. I nearly teared up when I saw how upset he was.

"You've been here for -" his voice cut out, although I could still see his lips moving.

I turned to look at my sister. "What happened?" I asked. "Why can't I hear him?"

She looked irritated, which surprised me. "You aren't supposed to know how long you've been here." she explained. "It's to help keep you from going insane while you're here."

I hated her explanation, but decided to ignore it for the moment - I'd bring it up again later on.

"I miss you, sweetheart. I can't wait for you to wake up - I don't remember the last time that we were apart for this long, other than when you were on tour, I mean. Because then we could still talk on the phone, and visit each other, and I always knew that you were okay. But now we can't talk, obviously, and I don't know what's going to happen."

I laughed a bit at Spencer's rambling - it was something I had sorely missed.

"How much longer am I going to be here?" I wondered.

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Spencer's P.O.V.

Another week or so had passed before Garcia got any concrete information on the driver from the hit-and-run. It was one of the rare days where we didn't have anything to do, and so it was spent working on the paperwork that tended to pile up while we had cases.

Garcia came running out into the bullpen, moving as fast as she could in her heels. "Reid!" she called out, getting everyone's attention as she waved a file in the air. "Reid, I finally got it!"

I jumped up from my chair, making Morgan move back quickly from the corner of my desk, where he had been trying to slip some of his paperwork in with mine. "Let me see it!" I demanded, and she handed over the file.

It took me all of a minute, if that, to finish going through the information. "Garcia, once I'm done with this, I'm taking you out to lunch. Somewhere nice, my treat." I said quickly, before racing up the stairs to Hotch's office.

"What's going on, Reid?" he asked me as soon as I made it through the door.

"Garcia found the identity of the guy who hit Ariel." I told him.

A flicker of something crossed his face. "Then forward it onto the local PD." he said.

"Hotch, you can't seriously expect me to sit here and do nothing!" I argued.

"That's exactly what I expect." he said, but something was different. I had seen Hotch pissed off before - this wasn't one of those times.

Although, now I was starting to get pissed off. "This is ridiculous!" I protested. "If it was Haley who had been hurt, would you be sitting here doing nothing?"

That was what seemed to get through to him. "Go." he said, motioning towards the door. "Take Morgan with you."

I gave him a quick smile. "Thanks, Hotch." I said, before heading out the door.

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The local police department had picked up the guy by the time that we made it down to the station, but after explaining to their captain exactly why we were there, he was willing to let us do the interrogation.

Morgan and I went straight into the interrogation room, where one of the detectives had left the man responsible. Just from the photo of the man, I had known that he wasn't any good - although I didn't need a photo to know that. Just knowing what he had done to my wife and child was enough for me to know what kind of person he was.

As soon as we walked in, he started talking.

"What the hell is going on?" he asked. "I didn't do nothin'!"

"You didn't do anything." I corrected.

"That's what I said." he replied.

"Actually, you didn't. You used a double negative - a negative plus a negative equals a positive - so what you actually said was 'I did do everything'. Would you like to make that your confession?" I asked.

He blinked. "What? What confession?"

Morgan sat down across from the man. "Mr. Jones, I'm Special Agent Derek Morgan, this is Dr. Spencer Reid. We're with the FBI."

"The FBI?" he asked. "What the hell does the FBI want with me?"

"Mr. Jones, where were you two weeks ago, on May tenth?" Morgan asked. Immediately, he started to look anxious, like he wanted to be anywhere else.

"I… I don't remember." he said. That was when I started to get mad.

"Really?" I asked, before slamming my hands down on the metal table. "Because I know where you were. You were out driving - I don't know where and I really don't care - when you hit a woman with your car." I was getting in his face by that point. "She was four months pregnant, and you hit her with your car!"

I felt someone tugging on my arm, and it took me a second to realize that it was Morgan. "Calm down, Reid." he said softly, so that the man couldn't hear him.

"You really expect me to calm down?" I hissed.

"No, I don't." he replied. "But you need to at least pretend, alright kid?"

I knew that he was right, but that didn't mean that I had to like it. "Fine." I muttered.

"I don't know what you're talkin' about, man!" he argued. "I didn't hit any broad! And even if I did, why's it any of your damn business?"

"Because that woman is the wife of an FBI agent, and is now in a coma. No one knows if she'll ever come out of it, or if their child is going to live long enough to ever even meet its parents." I leaned over to look at him. "So ask me again why it's any of our business."

He sneered then, and the next words out of his mouth surprised me, "That dumb bitch?" he snorted. "And here I thought she was just some hooker."

I had never understood the phrase 'seeing red' until that very moment. It was so bad that I had to leave the interrogation room to keep from doing anything that might have cost me my job. Luckily for me, Morgan waited until I had calmed down and came back into the room before he continued.

"I thought you said that you didn't do it." Morgan stated.

"I didn't!" the man said, then clarified. "I didn't do it, I mean."

"Then how would you know what she looked like?" I asked, understanding what he was getting at.

The man stopped scowling as a look of panic crossed his face. "I didn't - I mean -" he started stuttering.

"That's what I thought." I said, but it was strange. I had thought that once we caught the person who was responsible for putting my wife in a coma, that it would stop hurting as much. That I'd feel some sort of relief.

But nothing had changed - I still felt empty.

A/N~ Thank you to ahowell1993, Momochan77, raspberry dreams, tannerose5, tlcroft, and KirkSauber for their reviews! This story is now at its twentieth chapter, and is still one of my favorite things that I've written. I'm really not sure how much longer it will go, but don't worry - there are at least a few more chapters already written, and then I still have to finish up this part of the Reid family's story.