(Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds or its characters.)
I'm am so horrible! I'm sooooo sorry for the wait, I am ashamed of myself, I just had so much going on.
This story is just one of those ongoing stories; will it ever end, who knows? So start to expect slow updates so I can complete other stories.
If any of you are reading The storm, I apologise for the delay, I'm waiting for the co-author and she has her own stories to update.
I left the last chapter on a cliff hanger...whoops
Previously: Suddenly the young man whipped a gun out. Reid was ready.
Two triggers were pulled.
One gun discharged.
Reid gaped at his gun. It hadn't fired. He expected pain, but he was none came.
"Hmmph", he heard a grunt behind him and his mind whirred. Morgan. The young man in front of him still had a gun poised as Spencer spun around; p
raying Morgan was alright.
To his surprise Morgan was fine. The young man in his arms, on the other hand, was choking on his own blood; his hands frantically trying to stem the blood leaking from a hole in his chest. Morgan was staring at him, not knowing what to do with the kid.
"Reid!" Morgan gasped, but it was too late. The young man with black hair had recovered and focused his gun on Reid. A new anger has enveloped him after seeing his bullet miss it's target.
Reid's empty gun fell to the ground, his eyes wide and shocked. The young man shot again, but the gun made a harsh clicking sound to inform the user that it was out of bullets. The black haired kid gazed up at the agent's before bolting from the room.
Reid was right on his tail.
"Reid!" Morgan repeated, letting the (now dead) brown haired kid drop from his arms as he chased after the other two. Derek sprinted through the back door and out onto the sidewalk, his eyes found the suspect desperately fleeing, with Spencer feebly chasing after him. Morgan surpassed Reid within seconds, who had started staggering. He glanced at the genius for a second before speeding off for the other kid.
Reid rasped and dropped to his knees. He watched breathlessly as Morgan chased the young man that had tried to kill his son.
He glanced down at himself and reeled back. His eyes had caught a hole in his shirt sleeve; through the hole he could see the wound in his shoulder. A fleshy crator where the bullet had entered. He prayed it had come out the other side.
Spencer thought about his family, and why he was there in the first place.
He had a baby on the way, he couldn't give up on his family. Slowly, painfully he got to his feet and with his hand pressed firmly to his shoulder he jogged after Morgan, who looked to be kilometers away.
The shrill shriek of sirens berated Spencer's ears and he pushed his legs harder than he ever had before, gritting his teeth against the intense pain in his shoulder.
Morgan was inches from the kid. He took a deep breath before lunging his body forward, wrapping his arms around the young man's legs. They both went down. The kid kicked out and screamed at the agent, trying to shove him off. Morgan was so preoccupied with trying to overpower the kid that he barely registered the weightlessness of his holster. He glanced around, getting a hold of the young man's wrists and holding them in place. Reid stood over them, Morgan's gun in his sticky, red hands.
Reid didn't even need to turn the safety off, the gun was ready and waiting; eager to exact his revenge. Morgan's gun felt unfamiliar and cold, unlike his trusty Glock, but he still managed to steady his hands and aim accurately at the kid with black hair's head.
Morgan pushed his knee into the kid's chest, pushing it painfully down so he couldn't move. He shook his head slowly at Spencer who's hands had started shaking; Morgan couldn't tell whether it was from his gunshot wound or fear.
"Reid, We got him, okay. Put that down", Morgan said gently, grunting slightly as he struggled to hold the kid beneath him. Reid didn't drop the gun. He stood, trembling, his breathing laboured; the gun began to shake violently as Reid lost more and more control. He swallowed thickly and tried to focus on his target.
"Reid. Reid, think of yourkids. You don't have to do this", Spencer closed his eyes briefly; images of Georgy and Eva filled his mind and he smiled. Then he saw blood, too much blood. He held Georgy tightly to him, blood soaking through his shirt... Reid snapped his eyes open, his brow bunched together.
"He hurt them", he growled, steadying the gun as best he could. Morgan blocked the young man's body with his own and fixed Reid with a hard stare. Yells could be heard from behind them, but neither Reid nor Morgan were looking behind them.
"I know. He deserves everything he's going to get...in prison. Trust me, he'll be begging for death soon enough. Child attackers aren't treated kindly, you've probably got a statistic on that", Reid tore his eyes from the young man's face and looked sadly at Morgan. He mumbled a statistic and Morgan smiled.
"See. Let him get the justice he deserves." Reid looked at the gun and then back at Morgan. Slowly he lowered the gun, throwing it to the ground with a sigh of relief. Morgan followed suit with a similar sigh and flipped the young man around, pushing his face into the ground harshly, slamming his knee into the kids back while he cuffed him and read his rights. He grabbed his gun from the lawn, holstering it before he pulled the young man to his feet.
Several police vehicles were parked in front of the house beside Morgan's SUV and an ambulance. Upon seeing the young man cuffed the officers holstered their weapons. Hotch jogged over to his agent's.
"I'll be out in a matter of days", the young man hissed at Reid. Spencer's jaw tightened and he threw a punch, his knuckles slammed into the young man's nose, emitting a sickening crack. The black haired kid yanked against his handcuffs instinctively trying to shield his face. Reid was pulled away before he could land a second punch. Hotch kept his hand on Reid's shoulder to keep him back.
Blood started streaming from the kid's nose and he moaned in pain. Morgan ignored this and started pushing the younger man to a cop car.
"I'm gonna sue you! I'll tell my father and our lawyer, there were witnesses!" He yelled. Morgan chuckled.
"What are you talking about? You broke your nose when you fell into the concrete", Morgan lied.
"That's a lie!" Screamed the black haired kid.
"Is it? Hotch did you see anything?" Hotch shrugged, giving Morgan an oblivious look.
"I saw you tackle him, that's all", he agreed, and some of the officers nodded. Reid was watching the kid darkly, relishing in the pain he had caused him.
"I want to see my lawyer!" He snarled.
"Save your money and my time", the sheriff spat back. He ordered his men to take the kid to the station and then turned to Reid.
"You okay, Agent? You're bleeding", he said, frowning in concern. Hotch whipped his head around to Reid, and caught sight of the blood covering the younger agent's shirt. He instantly took his hand from Reid's shoulder.
"It's a threw and threw I think. I'm fine, Morgan", he insisted as Morgan started fussing, pulling his jacket off and pressing it against Reid's wound. "Don't ruin it", Spencer said, pushing the jacket away and pressing his palm to the gunshot wound.
"You did good, Pretty Boy", Morgan grinned, patting Reid softly on the back.
"I would've killed him back there. If my gun was loaded...but it was", Reid frowned thoughtfully.
"C'mon, we should get you to the hospital", Morgan muttered hurriedly, pushing Reid to the ambulance.
"I swear I loaded my gun. No, I did-"
"We'll figure it out later, but right now you have a hole in your shoulder", Morgan urged him on, stopping at the foot of the ambulance.
"Morga-"
"We'll discuss it later", Morgan mumbled.
Reid took a seat on the gurney and allowed the EMT to examine his shoulder. The genius was frowning until he finally looked up at Morgan who was watching from the backdoors.
"You...did you take my bullets out?" Reid asked, feeling a little ashamed for even asking, but not having any other answer. Morgan opened his mouth, but no words formed on his tongue. Reid's eyes widened.
"We're going to take him to the hospital now, are you coming, Sir?" An EMT asked, interrupting Reid's possible rant.
"Uh...I-I think I'll see you there", Morgan called, stepping back and grimacing under Reid's glare.
"MORG-", the doors slammed shut, muffling Reid's shout.
"What was that about?" Hotch asked, opening the door of his SUV and hovering there.
"I think he just found out that I took the bullets from his gun. And I think he's pissed", Morgan replied, watching the ambulance make its way down the road.
"Good luck with that one", Hotch said unhelpfully, sliding into the driver's seat. Morgan sighed and slipped into his own SUV.
He picked up his phone and scrolled through the missed calls from Garcia, Hotch and one from Maeve. He pressed speed dial and waited.
"Okay, Muscle Man, I've been as patient as I could, now tell me what went down."
"Why isn't Daddy back?" Eva asked, trying and failing to keep her eyes open.
"He's fighting the bad guys, remember", Maeve murmured, flattening Eva's rowdy curls, and pushing her gently back on the bed beside her sleeping brother.
Garcia's phone started buzzing, she glanced at the number and suddenly lept up, hurrying from the room. After a minute, Maeve stood ready to follow her.
"Can you watch them for a minute?" JJ nodded and Maeve slipped out.
"-Dead?" Garcia gasped, and Maeve froze, the breath leaving her. Garcia looked up and shook her head vigorously, mouthing a "no" and waving her hand frantically.
"Spencer's Fine!" Garcia insisted. Maeve let out a sigh of relief and listened anxiously.
"No, I know, Maeve is here. Yea he's fine... when... okay...I'll tell her now, just make sure you get your ass here as soon as you arrive", she hung up and took Maeve's hands in her own
"Listen, don't overreact. Spencer's been shot. But he's okay, it was a threw and threw shot, he's coming in an ambulance, but Morgan said it's nothing serious." Garcia said calmly, Maeve's grip tightening on her hand.
"The guy who attacked Georgy was shot and killed and they have arrested the other. I don't know much more, but they're on their way."
Reid sat on the crinkled paper, hissing as the nurse sutured the hole in his shoulder. He had asked for no pain medication.
"Spencer!" Reid opened his clenched eyes and saw his wife stood in the doorway, her face a mixture of worry and relief.
"Sorry ma'am you-"
"She's my wife", Reid assured the nurse, who nodded and went back to her task.
"Oh Spence, I was so worried. Don't you ever...ever do that to me again. I mean it", she warned, before taking his white knuckles into her hands and rubbing soothing circles into the back of his.
"How's Georgy?"
"He's fine. He was asking for you, but he's sleeping now."
Maeve looked up at him and he avoided her eyes. She took a deep breath before asking.
"Did you...", Reid looked up and into Maeve's worried brown eyes.
"No. B-but I wanted to... I could have as well."
"I'm glad you didn't", Maeve sighed, resting her head on his good shoulder. The nurse finished the stitches and left them alone. Maeve took Spencer's face into her hands and turned it to face her.
"I would've done it", she whispered. There was silence for a few seconds before Reid chuckled. Maeve appeared offended, but cracked a smile, smacking his good shoulder playfully.
"Hey!"
"Dr Maeve Reid, you are one of the kindest, most gentle people I've ever met."
"Are you saying that I can't shoot a gun, Spencer?" She asked seriously.
"Can you? I-I mean uh-" He was cut off mid-sentence when Maeve's soft lips pressed against his.
"I did punch him though; I broke his nose and most likely damaged his nasal septum", he mumbled into her lips. She pulled away and smiled at him.
"That's my man."
Reid stepped into Georgy's room quietly. He shifted his arm in it's sling and smiled at his wife, who had a sleeping Eva in her arms. He kissed his daughter's forehead and then planted a soft kiss on Maeve's lips.
"You should get some rest. I'll be back with this one in the morning", she looked back at her son sleeping peacefully in the big hospital bed.
"I won't leave him", Spencer whispered back.
He took a seat in an armchair beside Georgy's bed and watched as he slept. He'd told Maeve to go back to the kids while he got his sling and antibiotics. The team had gone home to get some rest, and he'd seen them all off home, all except Morgan who had done a grand disappearing act.
It wasn't for another half an hour when Morgan reappeared. Reid heard the quiet knocking and snapped his head up to attention. Morgan stood sheepishly in the doorframe. He stepped in and shut the door behind him. Silence elapsed between them for a few minutes.
"I know why you did it", Reid admitted finally; Morgan looked up from his hands.
"You do?"
"Yes. I would've k-" Reid looked at Georgy who was still flat out. "-killed him. I still would now, but you were right. That's not proper justice", Reid sighed and pushed Georgy's hair from his eyes. "And I need to set an example", he added with a small smile.
"It was stupid of me. I didn't know if he was armed and I-I was risking your life. I should be suspended", Morgan said.
"I'm surprised I'm not getting suspended. I let it get personal and if both those kids had ended up dead I would be under investigation. So really I owe you my career", he simpered, watching Morgan with great appreciation.
Reid stood up and gingerly stepped towards Morgan. Derek didn't know what to expect so he remained still until he felt Reid's arm wrap around him. Morgan embraced Reid, mindful of his shoulder. Reid rested his chin or Morgan's shoulder and sighed.
"It's over."
That's it...I know! I made you wait so long and I give you a short chapter like I said, I'm an asshole. Actually, I've had a little bit of writer's block on the last few chapters, so I've been delaying them rather than dealing with them.
I promise the next chapter will be coming much, much sooner and it will be a lot happier than the last few.
Please review, but I've already beaten myself up over delay so you don't have to bother with reminding me.
See you guys in the next chapter, coming as soon as possible!
I have an idea, to make up for that delay I'll give you a quick glimpse into what the next chapter entails.
Next Time: "Are you sure you can handle them all, Hotch?" JJ fretted, watching as Henry bounced after Eva who seemed to be leading them on a secret spy mission.
"It'll be fine", Hotch repeated.
"Honestly, Hotch, if it's too much, please say. I know how much of a handful Eva can be", Reid said, a thoughtful look on his face. Hotch frowned slightly, glancing at the said child who was playing rather quietly. From what he'd seen, both kid's seemed to have inherited their parent's quietness, and having a boy himself, he wondered why Reid hadn't warned him about Georgy.
"Will you four stop fussing and go. If you find my body in the morning, then you can say I told you so", Hotch winked, with a ghost of a smile. JJ laughed, was that a joke...from Hotch? she thought.
When they finally left, Hotch shut the door and lent against it. Eva skipped out of the front room and smiled broadly at Hotch. What were they on about, Hotch thought, giving her one of his rare smiles back.
He was about to find out exactly what Reid was on about.