Author's Note!

I told you I would be back! Muwhahaha :D Anyways, thank you so much for the reviews! They really mean a lot to me. This chapter is a little strange but it came out pretty good in my opinion. Enjoy!

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Prentiss had refused to go back to the hotel, despite Hotch's and Morgan's attempts to get her to do so. Right now, they were all sitting around, nursing their coffees. None of them spoke to one another; they just sat in a comfortable silence and waited for the news on their friends.

"Hotch!" a familiar voice called. They all looked up to see JJ running towards them from the elevator with Garcia at her tail.

"What are you guys doing here?" Morgan asked as he stood up to greet them.

Garcia crossed her arms over her chest, "Well, you didn't expect us to sit around while our babies were in the hospital now did you?"

"Yeah, what's going on with everybody?" JJ cut in.

"Rossi and Reid are still in surgery," Hotch told them and ran a tired hand over his face.

"What about Seaver?" Garcia asked. Prentiss, Hotch, and Morgan glanced at each other awkwardly. That move didn't go unnoticed to Garcia and JJ.

"She… she's not…" Garcia floundered and swallowed hard. Morgan stepped forward and wrapped his dark arms around her shaking figure.

"I'm so sorry, Baby Girl," he murmured into her hair. Garcia sobbed into his shoulder and her pink nails dug into his back.

"W-… How?" JJ choked out.

"Starson shot her right in the head. She wasn't in any pain," Hotch told her, his eyes downcast.

JJ nodded and swallowed back tears. None of them had knew Seaver very well but it was still a jab to the heart the learn that the vibrant, young soul was no more.

"Ehm, David Rossi?" a voice called out into the room. The team turned in surprise to see a young, blonde woman with dark, brown hair. The whole team immediately unfroze and made their way up to the young nurse.

"You family?" she asked and eyed over the team, especially Morgan.

"Yes," JJ cut in before the nurse could barely finish her question, "how is he?"

The brunette sighed and the team tensed, sensing bad news.

"Well, we weren't able to reconnect his fingers," the nurse said and the women on the team let out an involuntary gasp. Morgan and Hotch just looked pissed at the world.

"Other than that, he's fine," the nurse continued, "he's slightly dehydrated and is going to have to go through extensive physical therapy. But I believe with the support of his friends, he'll be fine."

The nurse gave them a reassuring smile before turning to walk away.

"Wait!" Morgan called out to her and she turned, "What about Reid? I mean, er, Spencer Reid?"

The nurse frowned a moment and then flipped through a few pages on her clipboard.

"Spencer Reid…" she murmured to herself, "Ah-ha! He just came out of surgery a few moments ago. His doctor should be with you shortly."

Morgan sighed, with obvious relief of hearing Reid got through surgery, "Thanks." The nurse nodded politely before turning on her heel and walking off. The team stood there in silence, basking in the relief knowing that their youngest had made it through surgery. None of them wanted to think about the possible damages done to Reid, they only focused on the fact that he was alive.

The team looked up when they heard the door to the waiting room opened and an older, well-built man walked through the door.

"Spencer Re-" he didn't even have time to finish before the team rushed up to him.

"Us," Garcia said, he face still covered with wet tears, "We're his family."

The doctor smiled warmly at them, not even glancing at the fact there was no way they were all related by blood.

"My name is Dr. Kyle," the man began, "I was in charge of all Dr. Reid's surgeries. Dr. Reid had three broken ribs, ten stab wounds, a brand wound, a gunshot wound, a broken nose, a sprained ankle, and 3rd degree burns on his left thigh. Electrocution burns covered his ankle and chest. We're monitoring for signs of nerve or brain damage but it's not looking too severe. He may not be able to remember a few things and his speech may be a little off, but that should wear off with time. The stab and brand wounds seemed to be cleaned and medicated properly before he arrived to us so those aren't much of a big problem. The stab wounds all missed any major organs which, in my opinion, was a major miracle. Unfortunately, they will scar. Especially the brand. A bigger problem was the burn. The burn involved all layers of the skin and caused permanent tissue damage. The fat and tissue were both burnt away but luckily there was no damage done to the bone. He probably won't have much feeling in the area of the burn for a while, possibly forever."

Dr. Kyle paused for a moment and let the information sink in then he continued, "We found traces of Dilaudid in his system so we are unable to give him any pain medication without letting his system being cleared first. The bullet from Dr. Reid's gunshot wound missed anything important and we were able to patch that up easily. Our biggest concern right now is his right lung and blood loss. Apparently, one of his broken ribs punctured his lung when he moved it the wrong way. We were able to fix that up pretty nicely but he'll have to be on a ventilator to help him breathe for a few days. He lost quite a bit of blood during the whole thing and we'll be giving him transfusions regularly for the next couple days. Other than that, he has a few bumps and bruises but I expect him to make a full recovery."

The team was quiet for a moment before Hotch asked, "Can we see him?"

"Not now. He's in the recovery room. I'll tell him you're here when he wakes up and if he's up to visitors then you can see him," Dr. Kyle said.

"Thank you," Morgan replied.

He ran, his legs never ceasing to stop their constant cycle of motion, his mind never straying from his single thought:

Run.

His lungs were on fire and his heart was about to beat out of his chest. It was a strange sensation, he discovered, being so excruciatingly pained but unable to stop moving. His bones were made of lead, but some unknown energy forced them to continue to work with his strained muscles and have him continue through the shadows. His eyes only placed on the figure, the ominous mysteries of the woods leering at him from behind and above.

"Spencer…. Spencer," a ghostly voice chanted from the figure he was chasing.

"Wait! WAIT!" Reid called out after the figure. He didn't know why he had to catch them; he just knew if he didn't, very bad things would happen.

"Spencer…" the voice called again as the figure surged through the forest.

"Wait… Please!" Reid felt his muscles giving out and his pace was slowing. No, no, no!

Reid stopped running and gasped for air. His body was on fire, as if someone poured liquid heat down his throat. The whole world around him was tilting in an odd fashion and he fought the urge to puke.

"Spencer…" the voice said again. Reid looked around frantically, looking for the owner of the voice but come up with nothing. He had lost her.

Suddenly, the air was filled with an ear splitting scream.

Reid gasped and whirled around in the direction the scream had come from. He began walking hesitantly in that direction as the scream died down to a constant whimpering sound.

"Hello?" Reid called to the trees in a quiet voice.

"Spencer!" the voice screamed and Reid was sure it was female.

"Where are you?" he shouted up into the heavens.

"Spencer!" the female voice screamed again, yet it was coming closer. Reid spun around and stared into the tall oaks, looking for anyone. Anything.

"Spencer?" a voice whispered into his ear from behind him. Reid gasped in surprise and twisted around to see the figure behind him.

Seaver stood there, a single bullet hole right between her eyes. A thin trail of blood made its way down the side of her face from the wound. She smiled sweetly at him while he stared in horror at her.

"Why didn't you save me, Spencer?" she asked, "Why?"

Suddenly, Seaver's body began twitching violently and she let out yet another scream. Reid screamed along with her, in fear and in complete shock at what was happening. Seaver's body fell to the ground and melted into a fine, black dust.

Reid stared at the spot where her body used to lay. The black dust suddenly began to spread across the ground, eating up any life in its way. Reid stood frozen to the spot before turning on his heel and running in the other direction.

He could feel the earth falling away behind him as he ran away from the darkness. Reid's body began to slow as the darkness began to speed up. It traveled its way around Reid's ankles and yanked him down onto the ground.

"NO!" Reid screamed and tried to kick the darkness off of his body. But it was no use. The darkness spread around his body, swallowing him up.

Falling.

Falling.

Falling.

...

Reid opened his eyes.

For those confused, Reid was dreaming and at the very end he woke up.

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