"How are you holding up?" Hotch asked when JJ and Emily made it back to the waiting room. He could tell by how red and puff her eyes were that she'd been crying.

"Ask me tomorrow." JJ replied.

"Where are Morgan and Rossi?" Emily inquired.

"They went to take Morgan's statement and starting looking for who did this. We're going to catch him JJ."

"Hotch I've been doing this a while, don't make promises you can't keep."

"We'll catch him." He repeated. "Emily stay here, let me know when there is any news."

"I've already given them permission to tell any of you anything." JJ informed him.

"If you need me call."

"We will." Emily answered. "I'll go and grab us some coffee."

It was four hours before they heard anything.

"Agent Jareau?"

"Yes." JJ stood up.

"I'm Dr Demotrov I operated on your husband."

"Is he...?" JJ started.

"The bullet collapsed his lung and nicked his heart. We've repaired the damage. He lost a lot of blood which we transfused but I'm hopeful he should make a full recovery."

"He's okay?"

"He should be fine."

"Thank you." JJ threw her arms around him and hugged him.

"You're welcome."

The doctor looked at Emily who smiled. "Thank you." She mouthed.

"Sorry." JJ apologised when she realised what she had done.

"It's okay. We're going to transfer him to the ICU, we'll keep sedated and on a ventilator to give his lungs time to recover. We'll wake him up tomorrow. You can sit with him when he is settled."

"Thank you."

JJ hugged Emily.

"I'm going to go and let the guys and Garcia know."

JJ stopped when she saw all the machines Reid was hooked up to.

"Do you want me to explain what they all do Mrs Reid?" One of the nurse asked JJ.

"I know what they all do. I was just remembering the last thing he said to me this morning. And its Special Agent Jareau or JJ is fine."

"I'm sorry; they just told me you were Dr Reid's wife."

"It's okay."

"What kind of doctor is he?" The nurse asked.

"PhD. Three times over."

"He's young to have to have any PhDs."

"He's a genius with an eidetic memory who reads 20,000 words minute. He had the three doctorates by the time he was 22."

"Why don't I get you a chair?" The nurse offered.

"Hey Spence." JJ took his hand and ran her thumb back and forth over it. "I thought we talked about this."

"Here you go." The nurse brought the chair over.

"Thank you."

"Is there anything else I can get you?"

"Do you have a piece of paper and a pen?" JJ asked.

"Of course." She came back and handed JJ the items.

"I know there is nothing I can really do but sit here and wait for you to wake up but I thought I could help you with something. I didn't call your Mom and tell her what happened. I didn't want her to worry when we still didn't know what was going to happen. When you wake up tomorrow if you want me to call her and let her know I will." She paused. "I thought maybe I could write her a letter for you today since you can't."

Dear Mrs Reid,

I don't know if you remember me, my name is Jennifer Jareau I work with your son at Quantico. We met when you came to help us with our case. Spencer is unable to write to you today, so I thought I'd take this opportunity to write to you and tell you what a wonderful son you have.

Over the last few months I've begun to understand how the lessons you taught him has shaped him into a warm, caring and compassionate man. He's also shared with me some of the little things people tend to miss at even the simplest of places. Let me tell you about our trip to the Library of Congress...

A/N: I'm not a doctor; I'm just making this up as I go alone.