...I'm sorry...
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"Come on," Blood seeps through fingers, whispered words falls from lips go unheard.
He hadn't meant to do that. But the gun, it had...he was going to shoot her. He'd grabbed the gun, shifting it in another direction. He'd almost had it. He shouldn't have counted on Red's hesitance so much.
Richard lifts a single hand to quickly wipe the sweat from his forehead before it can fall into his eyes. He smears blood on his face but he doesn't notice.
"Come on, girl, you're going to be just fine," Richard's breathing stutters, his eyes shifting from the blood-soaked gauze he presses against Devyn's stomach and up to her slack face. He's stuck between terrified that she's unconscious and relieved because she's not in pain because of it. "Come on, kid, you gotta work with me here."
His bloodied phone lies on the ground beside him. The men...they took the ambulance. He hadn't even bothered to try and stop them, not after Devyn collapsed to the ground.
"For once put that stubborn attitude to good use," Richard forces his voice out and coughs, his voice breaking. "Help is coming, just hang in there."
"Hey," Spencer's voice startles JJ and the blonde turns to him quickly. "Are you okay? You've been acting weird." He asks, voice filled with concern for his friend.
JJ forces a small laugh and nods. She hadn't thought she'd been being so obvious. Maybe it's just around Spencer. She is keeping a big secret from her best friend that involves him after all, it's not so simple.
"Yeah, Spence," She nods and pats his arm. "Everything's okay, I promise."
"If you're sure." Spencer says slowly and JJ nods.
"I'm sure."
"Status? What happened?" Richard vaguely recognizes the paramedic that falls onto his knees across from him. He's sure he's met the guy a few times. Devyn would probably remember.
"Gunshot, close rang," Richard pulls himself back in time to answer. "About fifteen minutes ago. Lost consciousness soon after."
"Did she hit her head when she fell?"
"No," Richard shakes his head. He knows that for sure...he caught her before she could. "She's pregnant." He whispers and the other man only freezes for a second before nodding. But Richard still saw the expression that flashed across his face.
"Alright, Devyn," He mutters while his partner slides the backboard up beside them. So they do know each other. Richard's hands stay glued to Devyn's stomach, the new gauze pads quickly becoming red like the others. The paramedics push her over just enough to slide the board under her before they lift her onto the gurney.
The short trip out of the warehouse and into the ambulance feels nonexistent. One second their in that horrible, dark building and the next, they're in the contrasting vehicle. The bright lights hurt Richard's eyes and the sirens make his head pound but he pays those things no mind.
"BP is sixty over forty," The paramedic announces but his voice slowly becomes distorted, the lights blurring in the corner of Richard's vision. "Starting a large-bore IV."
"Daddy, look!"
"Wow," Richard smiles widely and takes the offered piece of paper from his daughter. "No way you did this by yourself, it's too good."
"Yes I did," Sam argues sternly.
"Okay, okay," Richard holds his hands up in surrender. "I believe you. I just didn't realize you were such an artist."
"Not as good as mommy," Sam pouts, her small fingers playing with the hem of her blanket.
"No one is as good as mom," Richard whispers as if it's a secret, the hiss of the oxygen machine nearly drowning out his voice. "Is this a dog here?"
"No, dad! That's a cat!"
"Oh, of course, I knew that," Richard shrugs and smiles when his daughter laughs, the noise high in pitch but so full of joy. "We're not getting a cat."
"Oh, come on," Sam groans but doesn't look overly upset. "Mom!" She suddenly says, her eyes shifting behind her father and towards the door. "Tell dad we can get a cat."
"Ooh, no can do," The woman winces in sympathy and sits in the chair next to her husband. "I'm afraid dad is right this time."
"Aren't I always?" Richard asks and two sets of eyes turn to him and his wife and daughter speak in unison.
"No."
"Pregnant female, twenty-three years old," Mason, the name had suddenly presented itself to Richard on the way to the hospital. That's the name of the paramedic. His voice is loud when they roll Devyn into the ER, nurses and a doctor rushing to meet them "GSD to the lower abdomen from close rang, unconscious when we arrived on scene."
"Let's get her straight to OR two," Dr. Thorne, Richard recognizes much more quickly, says and he along with a few others start pushing Devyn further into the hospital. "I'm sorry, Richard, you know you can go any further." He says to the man apologetically but doesn't stick around long enough for the man to answer.
When Richard can no longer see Devyn, he finally looks down at himself and lifts his hands. They shake, the normally tan skin unrecognizable. Red stains his fingers, his palms, his clothes...Devyn's blood seeps into the fabric, hardening by the second.
"Sir?" A small voice has Richard turning to see another nurse, her concerned eyes looking up at him. "Is there someone I should call?"
"You want to slow down there, pretty boy?" Morgan laughs, clapping Spencer's hand on the shoulder as the younger man rushes to get his things together. "The two-hour flight isn't going to be any quicker if your books are packed messily."
"I know," Spencer mumbles, eyebrows furrowed. He's not even packing books. Well, not just books. "I just..."
"What's up, kid?" Derek questions and leans against the desk next to his friend.
Spencer hesitates, pausing in his movements. "Devyn's been...acting weird lately." He admits, confiding in his friend. Morgan nods to show he's heard.
"A bad weird?"
"I don't know," Spencer shrugs. "I've never really does this before." Despite trying his best to never profile those around him unless it's for a case, it's not as if he can just turn it off. So yeah, he's noticed Devyn's odd behavior over the past week or so. He just doesn't know what to do about it. He'd hoped she'd bring whatever is wrong up but she hasn't. So, that means he'll have to, doesn't it?
"Well," Morgan sighs but he smiles for Reid. "I wouldn't worry much. If there's anything I know about Devyn, it's that she loves you. I'm sure whatever it is, it'll be okay."
"I hope so," Spencer mumbles, eyes back on his messenger bag. He glances up at Derek who's still looking at him, eyebrows raised. Reid sighs and reaches into his bag. Morgan is Spencer's best friend. And yeah, he has the other members of the team, Emily, JJ, and Garcia are like his sisters, Hotch and Rossi are like...Spencer doesn't want to say like a father but he's not sure how else to describe them. Then there's Morgan, his big brother. Spencer had always wanted a sibling when growing up, someone to be there with him. A friend who couldn't leave him. "Because it took forever to pick out the perfect one."
Morgan scoffs in surprise, his lips turning up into a wide grin. He takes a little velvet box from Reid when the younger man holds it out to him. He looks from his friend's bright brown eyes while opening the box, he then turns his attention down to the ring that rests inside.
Whistling, Morgan moves the ring further away from his face as if to get a better look. "That's some rock," He nods in approval and Spencer's cheeks tint pink. Though the ring obviously isn't for Morgan, the fact that he likes it makes Reid feel better. He's still worried that Devyn won't despite the strong feeling that she will. "You did good, kid." Derek hands the closed box back to Spencer and the younger man nods, putting it back into his bag. "And I'm not just talking about the ring."
"I'm happy for you, Reid."
"She hasn't said yes yet," Spencer reminds his friend but before Morgan can respond, Spencer's phone rings. Pulling the device from his pocket, he brings it to his ear after answering. "This is Dr. Reid," Morgan spots the exact moment Spencer hears what the person on the other side of the phone says when all the blood drains from his face. Derek stands, his eyebrows furrowing in concern. "What?"
"Reid?" Morgan questions but Spencer makes no sign that he heard. "Reid?" He repeats louder, taking the phone from him when he nearly drops it. "Come on, man, tell me what happened."
Spencer feels as if he can't breathe. There's no air in his lungs and he's barely able to force out the words. "Devyn she...she was shot."
1. Does that count as another cliff hanger? I'm not sure...
2. Uhhh, sooooo, please don't hate me. I'm sorry.
3. That was a lot...um...Richard had a little flash back there to his daughter. It wasn't a lot of information but, that wasn't really the point.
4. Spencer has a ring but with everything that's just happened...who knows what the future has planned for these two.
5. Was that realistic? What did you guys think about the whole things?
Thanks for reading! I want to know your thoughts and reactions!
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