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"Where have they got to?" Maeve Groaned, tapping her foot impatiently.
"I'm sure they just got caught up in their game-" Garcia reassured, making Eva gasp.
"Game! Aw that's not fair!" She whined. Maeve was about to calm her when her phone screeched. She glanced at the number and sighed, accepting the call.
"Spencer, where are you?" Maeve paused and frowned.
"Spence...Spencer, calm down! What's wrong?"
Reid chased after the gurney, calling his sons name, until he felt a rough hand stop him.
"Sorry Sir, you can't come any further. Is there someone we can call for you", Spencer was gazing over the nurse's shoulder trying to push past him, his breath ragged and panicked.
"He's my son. H-he's only four, please..." Spencer begged, still pushing against the stronger nurse.
"You have to stay here. We will look after him. Now is there someone we can call for you", Spencer's mouth bobbed, but he felt the fight leave him and he shook his head.
"I-I...no. I can call her", he muttered. The nurse nodded and turned into the room they'd taken Georgy into.
Spencer fumbled with his phone and pressed speed dial, struggling to hold himself tall as the phone rang. He heard Maeve's soft voice crackle through and he couldn't hold it together anymore; he broke into a sob and his knees buckled.
"M-Mae...", he cried, collapsing against the wall and released a heart breaking sob. A female nurse saw him and felt her smile quiver downwards, rushing over to help the young man up.
"What's wrong?" Maeve's voice came through strained and broken. The nurse took Reid's hand and gave him a small tug, taking his phone from him gently and putting it to her own ear. She couldn't get the man up, so she just held onto his hand and answered the phone.
"Hello?" She called, and a woman's voice snapped through.
"Who's this!? Where's my husband? My son... who's this!?"
"I'm sorry ma'am, I saw your husband struggling so...I... I'm a nurse at Virginia ER. Your husband just came in with a small boy...I assume he's your son", the other end of the phone was silent and the nurse crouched down beside the sobbing man. She stroked his hand reassuringly.
"W-what's happened?" A whisper came through the phone and the nurse had to hold herself together at the sadness that was practically evaporating from the couple.
"I don't know any details ma'am, but you should probably get here soon."
"Can I speak to Spen-my husband? If he there?"
"Yes, of course, sorry. He's um...he's a little upset", she dropped down and gave Reid's shoulder a little nudge.
"Sir, your wife would like to speak to you", she handed over the phone and Spencer wiped his face talking a deep breath before talking. The nurse smiled and took a step back, watching the young father shake as he spoke.
"I'm sorry...I'm so sorry...no...I-I...just come, please, we need you- I need you...", he choked on a sob, fat tears rolling down his cheeks. The nurse looked on sadly.
"I-it's my fault...it was...it was Mae! A-and I'm sorry... there was a knife...a-an-and...so much blood...too much blood Maeve..." he paused when a doctor walked by from George's room. "I-I gotta g-go...hurry", he hung up and chased the doctor.
Maeve burst into the hospital, running up to the reception with Eva trailing nervously behind. Garcia and Emily stumbled in after them.
"My son...his name's Georgy, Georgy Reid. He's here with my husband. Do you have any information or a-anything?" Maeve collapsed into the desk and started pleading with the plump, mousey brown haired receptionist, who's smile slipped upon hearing Maeve's desperation.
"Let me check the system. I'm pretty sure your husband came here not long ago. Um...Stephen?" She asked quietly.
Maeve frowned slightly, "Spencer", she corrected.
"Oh yes. That was it." The woman typed a little faster. "Ah, here. Georgy Reid was admitted at 4.42pm. We have no updates at this time. If you'd like to wait, the waiting room is down the hall. I think your husband is there. There's a coffee machine and a vending machine down that corridor. If you need anything else, don't hesitate to ask me", she gave the worried mother a sweet smile. Maeve nodded slowly and turned to the girls.
"Well?" Garcia insisted. Maeve shrugged.
"She didn't know anything", she muttered miserably. Emily took her hand in hers and squeezed it reassuringly.
"Come on, let's find Reid", she said.
Reid looked up to see his wife and daughter walking in. At the sight of them he felt a sob escape him. Maeve caught his eyes and she rushed over, holding onto to him as he cried into her shoulder. He melted into the embrace, breathing in the strawberry shampoo smell her hair was emitting. Eva pushed herself between the embrace, snuggling her face into the leg of Spencer's pants.
"I'm s-so s-so-sorry", he wept, looking at her face with big, sad eyes.
"Don't blame yourself. What happened?" She forced him into a seat, taking his pale, quivering hands. Garcia and Emily took a seat opposite them, listening.
"I-it was", he took a deep shuddering breath before continuing. "W-we left the park a-and w-we were walking along the streets when G-Ge-Georgy ran down an alleyway where he'd seen a puppy. I ran straight after him and was pulling him back when h-he...t-the...", Spencer swallowed thickly. "The y-young men who crashed into us before Christmas were there." Garcia's eyes went wide.
"Were they trying to kill you?!" She gasped.
"I-I don't know. The one complained about everything he'd lost since the crash. We were about to leave when the second k-kid attacked us, h-he had a knife. I-I never saw it coming...", Reid's voice broke as a small tear slipped down his face. "It's my fault. I-it should've b-been me", he sobbed. Maeve wrapped her arms around him and felt her own cheeks dampen.
"You listen to me, Spencer Reid. This is not your fault...look at me", she wiped his tears away before kissing his cheek softly and relaxing her head into his shoulder. "He's going to be okay", she whispered, holding his hand and kissing the back of Eva's head. "He'll be alright."
Rossi, Hotch, Morgan and JJ were there within half an hour. Morgan had texted Savannah several times to try and have her find out anything on Georgy. Garcia managed to sneak her laptop in and had been searching for the young men who had hurt her nephew.
Reid was looking at his feet, feeling extremely nauseous. He felt Maeve sit up from his shoulder and he glanced up to see an older doctor walking in. The doctor had a small smile on his lips and he made his way to Reid.
"Dr Reid?" He asked and Reid nodded, but frowned.
"How'd you know that?" He said.
"I had your son telling me all about you", he grinned and they all sighed in relief.
"How is he?" Reid asked, his face still pale.
"He's in recovery. He had minor surgery, but there was no serious damage to his organs. He's awake now, but pretty groggy. He was talking to me before and just now he was telling me about a game of chess he recently won", Reid couldn't help but smile, a tear of happiness falling down his cheek.
"Can we see him?" Maeve whispered, wearing her own smile.
"Of course. I'll take you to him now, but careful not to overwhelm him", the Doctor motioned the others up kindly and led them out.
The doctor opened the door and Maeve slid in. She saw Georgy looking extremely tiny on the big bed, with an IV and several other wires clustered around him. He was sat up, a huge bear in his hands. He was even paler than Spencer, and his hospital gown hung off his small frame. When he heard the door squeak he looked up hopefully his face lighting up with a big toothy grin.
"Mummy!" He croaked, throwing his arms into the air for a hug. Maeve obliged, Gentle coiling her arms around him and laughed and sobbed aloud.
"Oh, Honey!" She cried.
"I missed you", he whispered.
"I missed you too! I'm so sorry. You must've been so scared on your own", she apologised, taking his face in her palms.
He shook his head. "No, mummy. I had Dr Walker to talk to", he reassured and Maeve laughed again, wiping tears from her eyes. Spencer was next to swallow the little boy in a hug.
"I was so worried. I'm so sorry", he muttered into Georgy's ear.
"It's okay, Daddy. They were bad men. You can catch them and put them in prison, right?" He asked innocently and Reid ruffled his hair, not breaking the hug.
"Yes. I'm going to catch them."
The team stayed with Georgy, just talking and laughing and enjoying the family time, despite what happened.
Garcia laughed loudly at Morgan's joke and as she calmed down she remembered her forgotten task and pulled her laptop back out.
"How did you convince the doctors to let you use that?" Morgan chortled.
"Are you seriously questioning me, Goddess of knowledge and persuasion?" Morgan held his hands up in surrender, chuckling.
"Can we watch Dr Who?" Eva asked and Georgy nodded enthusiastically in agreement. Reid grabbed the remote and flicked through the channels.
"I don't think they do Dr-"
"Daddy stop!" Georgy cried when he saw a picture of rhinos. Reid jumped back to the discovery channel and looked over at his kids; Georgy tucked under the blankets his head resting on the pillows with Eva next to him over the blankets; the bed was big enough to accommodate both of them. Neither child looked dissapointed, their mouths hung slightly open as they watched gazelles prance across the screen. The team grinned at the sight.
"Come on, Mama. That can wait", Morgan nagged.
"What're you doing?" Maeve asked.
"Looking for the bastards who did this to my sunshine", Garcia growled and then covered her mouth. Luckily Georgy and Eva were too engrossed in the TV to have heard. Reid's ears perked up on hearing this.
"Have you found them?" He questioned.
"I'm close...I just..." her fingers played the keys like a piano, and her face suddenly burst into a smile as if she'd played the perfect tune.
"I found their address, w-"
"Send it to me, Garcia", Reid ordered, pulling his blazer on.
"Reid, I don't think I-"
"I'll go with him, Garcia", Morgan promised, grabbing his keys. Hotch frowned.
"You're going?" Georgy whimpered, Reid kissed his forehead.
"Not for long, Buddy. I promised you I'd catch these bad guys."
"This case is too personal. I can't let you two go", Hotch grunted, but Spencer wasn't listening.
"Reid. Stop."
"Would you?" Reid whispered, turning to face Hotch. "If it was Jack. Would you want to find the people who did this, then?" No-one spoke, knowing the answers because Hotch had already experienced it; it was why Foyet was dead. With that Reid left the room.
"We'll arrest them. I won't let him kill them", Morgan deadpanned. "Send me the address, Baby Girl", he muttered before spinning on his heel and catching up with Reid. Hotch adjusted his collar nervously.
"Garcia?" Hotch asked.
"Sir."
"Get backup to that address."
"Sir, aren't you going?" Hotch's paused for a minute and nodded.
"What's the address?"
Morgan slid into the drivers seat as Spencer quickly slipped on his vest. He saw Reid's glock on the passengers seat and without thinking he grabbed it and emptied it of bullets. He quickly put it back, hiding the bullets into the door. He hoped that Reid would be too distracted that he wouldn't notice that his gun was lighter, he also prayed that Reid didn't bother checking his gun for bullet. He didn't trust that Reid wouldn't shoot first, and he couldn't let Reid go to prison.
Reid jumped in the car and put his gun into its holster having checked and loaded it in the hospital. Morgan breathed a sigh of relief and sped away.
They reached the address, Morgan skidding to a halt and tearing out the car. A new flashy car sat in the driveway, similar to the one that had driven into Reid.
They got to the door and Morgan held Reid back.
"We're here to take them to custody. Don't shoot unless you need to", Reid's jaw was set tightly and he nodded. He lifted his foot up and smashed the door in, leaving Morgan a little dumbfounded because Reidusually let him kick the doors down, in fact he had no idea Reid could even do it.
Reid moves into the front room to find the two young men. The black haired one who had distracted him and Georgy was stood in front of the window his back to them. The other one was sat on the couch, his eyes wide and scared.
"FREEZE! Put your hands up or I swear to god, I'll put a bullet through your skull!" Reid spat, his gun held steadily at the kid with the black clean cut hair. The second young man slowly turned. The kids breath caught and he fell straight to his knees.
"Please...please...it was his idea..." the one with lighter brown hair whimpered as he cowered on his knees, arms above his head.
"You stabbed my son! HE'S FOUR!" Spencer spat, switching his gun to the young man who sobbed. Morgan aimed his gun at the other man; he could feel a fierce hatred burning inside of him and his finger trembled eagerly over the trigger. The boy with his back turned didn't raise his arms. His friend's breath hitched in fear.
"HANDS UP!" Reid screamed and the black hair boy raised his arms slightly. Morgan lowered his gun and pulled the brown haired boy, who was trembling violently into a harsh hold, cuffing his arms and slamming him against the wall. Reid's gun was redirected at the boy who had orchestrated the attack.
"I surrender agent", he called, keeping his back turned. Morgan yanked the other boy to his feet as he began to sob pitifully.
"Turn around", Reid ordered, his stance firm and his finger poised on the trigger. The young man in front of him slowly turned, a smile over his lips. Reid wanted to shoot the kid for being frustratingly slow, but he wasn't going to risk his job.
Suddenly the young man whipped a gun out. Reid was ready.
Two triggers were pulled.
One gun discharged.
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