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500 Days of Spencer.

Day (432)

Autopilot

Spencer slumped onto Emily's couch, beer in hand. He barely ever drank. It was...so out of character. But after the case they just worked, the shift they just pulled and the incredible amount of tension between him and Derek, he damn well needed this drink.

He wasn't sure how long he'd been staying here...a while. Emily was quickly becoming one of the best friends he had ever had, and he couldn't thank her enough. He had finally become comfortable enough in her house to not ask politely for everything, or worry about what she'd think.

She was bustling around the kitchen, making dinner. He had offered to help twice, but of course she had denied. He could smell something delicious in the oven, and he absentmindedly wondered as to what it was.

That was, until his phone rang. He looked at the caller ID, and felt his heart stop as he saw the local hospital's name. He clinked his beer onto the table and fumbled with the cell until he found the talk button, and shoved it to his ear.

"He-hello?" He stuttered, his heart beat in his ears.

"Is this Mr. Spencer Reid?" A lady on the other end asked, and he nodded before stupidly realizing they couldn't see that.

"Yes." He squeaked.

"I'm sorry to inform you there's been an accident involving your friend Derek Morgan." The woman said, and Spencer felt his chest constrict tightly.

"Wh-what?" He said stupidly, tears already brimming his eyes.

"He's in surgery now, but the doctors think he'll be okay once they stitch up his chest." She said, and he tried to take a breath. He might be okay. Good. Positive thinking.

"Oh god...what happened?" He asked thickly, letting the tears fall.

"He was driving on the highway, and was attempting to change lanes when a truck hit him from behind. His car was totalled, and he was hurt pretty badly...but like I said, they think he'll be okay." She explained, and Spencer abandoned trying to keep quiet as to not disturb Emily.

"They think?" He asked fairly loudly, unable to keep his emotions at bay.

"Yes sir. But I saw him come in myself, and even though I shouldn't be telling you anything, from what I saw it isn't terribly serious." The lady said and he felt his heart rate decline a notch from its high speed.

"Oh. Okay... uh...have you called our supervisor, Ms..."

"Doctor Middleton." She told him.

"Right." He muttered.

"And no, I haven't...you're listed as his emergency contact." She said, and Reid felt his heart flutter.

"I am?" He asked stupidly, and noticed Emily come into the room and drop the spatula in her hand at the sight of him crying.

"Yes, Spencer."

"Uh...okay...I'll be there right away." He said and shut the phone to look up at Emily, who was staring at him.

"What happened?" She asked quickly and he put a hand to his head, imaging Morgan in surgery...his life in the hands of a few surgeons...holding on by a thread...

"Turn the oven off. We need to go to the hospital...Derek's been in an accident."

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Spencer couldn't see anything. He was staring out the window of the car as Emily called everyone on the team, unable to speak much through her worry. From the muffled things Reid could hear, she had just called Garcia who had broken into tears within five seconds.

But none of that mattered. All Spencer could think about was Morgan. And how much he...Wait, that wasn't right. They'd broken up. Nearly a month ago. He should be over him, right? But god...it felt as though his heart was in a lemon squeezer.

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Reid rushed into the hospital alongside Emily and Hotch, who they'd run into in the parking lot. A confused Jack was holding onto his hand. He obviously didn't have a babysitter at the time.

They rushed to the front desk.

"We're here for Derek Morgan." Spencer said quickly, his voice cracking.

The receptionist clicked the keyboard once or twice, then seemed to find what she was looking for.

"Ah, he's still in surgery. You can wait upstairs on floor 3, right near the elevators. Alright?" She asked, and the three of them nodded mutely, and went towards the elevators, all sense of rush lost.

Reid was autopilot now. Literally. His legs moved and his arms clenched each other across his chest, but he couldn't feel anything. Hs whole being was numb, and felt as though the nerves had been severed. Not to mention his swirling thoughts.

Once they got upstairs, (Reid didn't even remember getting into the elevator) they found the waiting room and sat down. Well, Hotch and Emily did. Neither could keep still, but it was nothing compared to Spencer, who paced back and forth nonstop.

After a while, they heard a familiar clicking of heels, and looked up to see Garcia rush in, her cheeks pink and tear stained.

"Oh god, have you heard anything?" She asked desperately, wiping her face in a failed attempt to keep her composure.

"No." Hotch answered dully, and Emily hugged the computer tech fiercely.

Reid made eye contact with Penelope as she pulled from the embrace.

"Um...I need coffee. I'll be right back." He muttered and rushed out of the room so they wouldn't see him break down. It was all too much, and it was getting to him.

Then he heard the clicking once again and turned to see Garcia behind him.

"Oh sweetie..." She said, and that was all it took.

He fell into her arms, and she hugged him as tight as she probably could. He finally let himself cry, and she fell onto a couch with him, rubbing his back.

"He'll be okay...he will...it's okay honey, I know he'll be fine...oh sweetie...let it out..." She whispered, and continued to hold him close.

After a minute, she seemed to tense.

"Oh...oh...You still love him don't you?"

So? That's right, I'm gonna make you wait! HA.

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