Sorry for killin' y'all a lil with the cliffhanger, though im sure you all have an idea of what's gunna happen next

PT2

This part is gunna be a lil different because I wanna talk about Reid when he's unconscious so we're gunna have a lil Prentiss pov action going on until Reid wakes up!

When Prentiss had arrived to see the burning building and no Reid, her heart almost stopped. He was almost certainly inside. But it wasn't until the woman and her two kids ran out the back that she realized that there was a good chance he wouldn't be coming back out.

Prentiss cursed, she should've immediately followed Reid when he'd run off, but she didn't have a mental map of the city like he did. She had to input the address into her phone and navigate after she'd gotten off the phone with Hotch. She was too slow.

When the woman and kids came out, Prentiss immediately began to sprint towards the house. However, her path was blocked by a tearful Morgan.

"Prentiss you can't go in there."
"Reid's in there! He needs help!"
"I know but you don't wanna get trapped too, the firefighters are more prepared, they're in their gear, let them get him out." She tried to push against him but instead he pulled her into a tight hug. "They'll get him out." She began to cry in his arms, praying that they'd get him out.

The team stood, watching the house burn in fear. Not one person had a dry eye, hoping that their youngest member was still alive. He'd sacrificed his own life to save the family, something they were all prepared to do but hoped would never come to pass.

Ten agonizing minutes later, a body was being carried out. Everyone seemed to hold their breath as the firefighter made their way towards the medics. The body was covered in soot and blood but was awkwardly lanky and had long tangled hair.

"Reid!" Prentiss yelled, rushing towards the EMTs. She let out a sigh of relief when they immediately placed an oxygen mask over his face. "He's alive." She whispered. She thanked whatever god had been looking out for the kid, rubbing her eyes in relief. JJ joined her, then Hotch and Morgan, all watching as the kid's chest gently rose and fell.

The EMTs began loading him up to go to the hospital and Prentiss volunteered to go with. The rest of the team would meet them there.

The ride to the hospital was stressful. His oxygen levels were very low, and they almost lost him. The EMTs were attempting to wipe off the soot so that they could locate any injuries. His ankle was the most obvious problem, it was bent at a weird angle and clearly had been broken. thankfully they didn't find any head injuries, but there were still lots of places they hadn't checked yet.

By the time they arrived, Reid's ankle had been set, but they still needed to take him into get it x-rayed, to determine whether he needed surgery.

During the whole process, Reid didn't stir. Though his body was receiving healthy air, he'd breathed in way too much smoke. The medical professionals whisked him off as they arrived, leaving Prentiss to wait in the lobby.

The rest of the team arrived a few minutes later. They were sure Reid would make it, but there was no way to know how long he'd be unconscious.

"Spencer Reid"

The team perked up, gathering around the nurse who'd called his name.

"Are you his family?"

"Yes." They all said simultaneously.

"Well Dr. Reid is very lucky. The most severe of his injuries was the broken ankle. Luckily, the break was clean, and he won't need surgery. His back is severely bruised, but nothing too serious. He had a second-degree burn on his hand and a few small burns and bruises on other parts of his body but, for the most part, he was fairly unscathed. He did inhale a lot of smoke, however, in a few days his lungs should be able to recover."

The team looked at one another, relief on their faces. Prentiss stepped forward, inquiring; "May we see him?"

"He's resting, but one of you can go in."

Prentiss looked back at the team and they nodded, all knowing how she needed to see him. She followed the doctor back to his room; thankful he was okay.

Reid let out a groan. His head was fuzzy and aching, and his body felt as though he got run over by a car. His ankle was throbbing and so was his palm. He couldn't remember where he was. He reached up to his face without opening his eyes. There was something over his mouth. He quickly ripped it off without a second thought.

Thinking back, Reid retraced the day. They'd been at the station, doing the case, then… he went to the park and… The fire!

Reid forced his eyes open, bolting awake. He had to make sure the family made it out!

"Fire!" he yelled, throat stinging. There were beeping noises and an alarm was going off. He couldn't breathe, there was too much smoke. Reid began choking on the air, coughing and gagging in pain.

Something was pinning him down. The debris! He was trapped!

"Help!"

He heard a lot of yelling, but he just continued to struggle, hoping he could free himself from beneath the debris. He continued coughing, getting weaker and weaker with each gasp. Something was put on his mouth again; someone was trying to suffocate him!

He continued thrashing against an invisible force until he felt a pinch in his arm. His body began to relax against his will. This was it; he was going to die in the fire. He tugged his eyes open seeing Prentiss. She looked distressed and afraid.

He reached an arm out towards her weakly.

"Run." He whispered before he let his eyes droop close, accepting his fate.

The next time Reid woke, it was much slower. He was gradually drifting towards the sound of voices, each one calm and affectionate.

"-ome on sp-ce. Y- -an do -t."

"-encer. Spencer."

"Op- -our eyes."

Reid's eyes sluggishly blinked open. His team members were standing around the room, staring at him. His brows furrowed as he realized how sore he was.

He was sitting in a hospital bed. Slowly, he began taking inventory. It looked like he'd broken his ankle, and considering the soreness of his back, it was very bruised. His hand was throbbing in pain and his throat was very sore.

Reid remembered the fire, being pinned by the debris, and it made sense. Somehow, they'd gotten him out in time.

"Hey there Spence." JJ said from his side.

"Welcome back to the land of the living" Rossi stated, smiling.

Reid opened his mouth to speak, but his throat was so dry and sore that he ended up coughing instead. He reached up to pull the mask off his face, but a hand stopped him.

"Pretty boy, leave it there, it's helping you."

Reid nodded, trying to catch his breath. Hotch handed him a few ice chips, which Morgan helped him slid under the mask into his mouth. Immediately his felt relief, the cold working wonders on his ripped-up throat.

Prentiss gripped his unburned hand tightly. He squeezed her hand back, giving a small smile. The rest of the team seemed to exchange glances and begin retreating out of the room.

"We'll be back in a little bit," Hotch said as they left, "I'm glad you're awake Spencer."

Reid nodded again, watching him leave. He turned towards Prentiss, who was beginning to look angry. His brows furrowed in confusion. She suddenly slapped him on the arm where he was uninjured.

"Ack!" Reid yelped, taken by surprise.

"Next time you pull some dumb shit like that again I'm gunna kick your ass Spencer." Reid was confused as to what she was referring to, so she continued. "I was standing right next to you and you bolt off to a burning building alone?! For a doctor you're kind of a dumb bitch. If you hadn't left me in the dust, we could've gone in together."

She sighed looking down, "when the woman and her kids ran out without you… I thought you were…" she trailed off; anger being replaced with sadness. "You know, we all think of you as the kid brother of the group, we're all protective of you, but it's not just because of your age."

Prentiss looked up, making eye contact with Reid. She took a breath before continuing, "You look out for everyone but yourself. You put everyone else's life ahead of your own. I know you didn't choose to stay in that building, but I do know that you left me on purpose. You left me because you didn't want to risk me getting hurt, but you didn't care if you did."

She paused briefly, contemplating her next statement; "Because you think that your life is worth less than mine."

Reid was shocked, he'd never told that to anyone. His brows shot up in surprise. That was one of those thoughts that he'd contemplate in the night, when he was alone and couldn't sleep, or when he was sad and afraid. Other people weren't supposed to know about that. He looked away from her, ashamed that she'd figured him out. She probably agreed with him.

"Spencer." She placed her hand on his chin, lifting his eyes to meet her own, "you're wrong. Your life isn't worth less than anyone else's." His brows shot up in shock. "You've helped so many people, and I know that you feel responsible when we lose a victim, but this team needs you here, alive. We love you and we need you, and you need to remember that we're a team for a reason. You shouldn't be running off alone to protect us, we can protect each other if we work together."
Reid wasn't sure he believed that his life was worth the same as the rest of the team's, but he nodded anyways. He wasn't in a position to argue regardless, and Prentiss's following statement did make a lot of sense.

He often forgot they were a team, having had to rely on himself alone for so long. But he'd try to remember because he did need the team a lot more than he'd care to admit.

Reid reached out to her, awkwardly attempting a hug. She leaned in, wrapping her arms around him delicately. When they separated, she smiled, cupping his cheek.

Reid coughed a bit, clearing his throat before he whispered a very rough 'thank you'.

A few days later, Reid was discharged from the hospital with a clear-ish bill of health. His hand was still healing, and ankle broken, but his lungs had recovered, and back was healing.

He was now able to talk again, for which he was thankful. The younger members of the team had been driving him crazy, purposely asking questions he couldn't answer and teasing him insistently. Not being able to talk was awful.

He'd be on a crutch for a while but, luckily, he'd probably be walking in a boot relatively soon.

Reid took what Emily had said to heart, pondering her statement while sitting in the jet, staring out the window. When he was younger, he'd just assumed that some people's lives were worth less than others. Maybe it was because of his abandonment issues or the loneliness he felt, but he'd always assumed his life was fairly disposable.

That's why he worked so fast. That's why at 26, he had three PhDs and four bachelor's degrees. That's why he tended to be surprised at each new birthday, shocked he'd made it this long.

But something about her statement had stuck with him, it had him pondering a new thought; maybe he'd been wrong, maybe you couldn't assign worth to one's life. Perhaps his life was just as important as the rest of the teams.

He wasn't sure if he'd ever truly know the answer, but there was one thing he knew for sure.

His family would always be there for him. They'd always have his back.

Prentiss needed to kick some love Reid's way cuz he honestly was being a self sacrificing dumbass but that's why we love him 3
I know this chapter was a lil different and idk if I liked it but I was just trying it out!
Hope you enjoyed!