Heyyyy ima do another extra here because my friend gave me a great idea for a fic and I wanna attack it! It's a lil concussion!Reid fic where he gets taken care of at first but then maybe tries to convince the team he's doing better than he actually is and ends up getting sidelined during a case because he wasn't doing as well as he claimed. I'm gunna make this at least two parts, and I really want to have some Garcia in the story, so she'll most likely be the main pairing with Reid in part 2. Enjoy!

S4 EXTRA 2

PT1

Reid was sprinting as fast as his skinny legs would carry him. They had split up, each team member covering different parts of the building, looking for the unsub and the missing girl.

Reid had gone to the top floor alone. They didn't realize until it was too late that the unsub was hiding in wait for someone to find him. Reid knew he wasn't the most physically fit of the group, so he thought it unfortunate that he had found the unsub and not the victim. But hopefully, someone else had found her too and she was safe.

But that's how he ended up here, sprinting down a hallway after an unsub in a psychotic break who was carrying a bloodied baseball bat. The man turned a corner suddenly. There seemed to be some sort of secret room that he hadn't noticed was there before. Reid lifted his gun, ready to take a shot.

He turned the corner, holding the weapon tight, but he wasn't fast enough. A baseball bat swung through the air, making contact with the side of his head, and Reid knew no more.

Reid woke up, alone in the room. Everything was quiet. He grimaced as his head pounded and he brought a hand up, confused to find a wet substance there. Pulling back he realized it was blood. He sat up as much as he could, more propping himself up against the wall. Reid glanced around; memories jumbled in his mind.

He remembered the case but was having trouble figuring out how he'd gotten into this hallway. Reid glanced down at himself, seeing he was wearing a Kevlar vest. They must have been chasing someone. He grabbed the radio on his vest, testing it.

There was only static, it seemed that he was out of range. He glanced around, taking in his surroundings. The room he was sitting in was dark and musty, but the door to the hallway was still cracked open.

Reid slowly made his way forward, dragging himself towards the door. His body was heavy, and head was throbbing, he was sure he wouldn't be able to stand up. But he had to try.

When he finally made it to the door frame, Reid grabbed it, using it as leverage. He attempted to stand, but about half his weight was on the frame itself. Nevertheless, Reid started making his way over to the staircase, needing to get out of the building.

It was slow work, dragging himself along the wall, room spinning and stomach rolling. It took him forever to make it to the staircase. That's when he realized this was probably going to be a problem too.

Reid very carefully began walking down the steps, but after the first flight, he collapsed in the landing. He didn't have the strength. He brought his hand up to his head again, it was sticky with blood and sweat. It seemed that the wound hadn't stopped bleeding yet.

Reid accepted his fate. He was probably going to die in this staircase. And that was fine. His body began to float as the pain weened away, awareness slipping. Reid smiled a little as the darkness came. Feeling his body slump over onto the floor was the last thing he remembered before his eyes slid shut completely.

His body was being jostled around and he felt hands grab his face. A loud voice echoed into his ears and he immediately grimaced in pain. The noise felt like someone was stabbing his brain with an ice pick.

Reid felt people moving his body away from where he'd fallen against the wall, and hands were moving around his body. His head was gingerly maneuvered onto something warm and a hand began playing with his hair on the uninjured side. This helped relieve some of the pain he was feeling, though his head still throbbed.

There was more speaking, but it was hushed this time. He heard footsteps running away, yet someone was still there with him. Lethargically, Reid attempted to pull open his eyes.

A distressed looking Morgan was staring down at him.

"Kid, what the hell happened?" he asked quietly.

Reid blinked slowly, trying to recall the memories. His head began to throb more, and he inadvertently let out a groan.

"Shhhh hey it's okay, we'll figure it out." Morgan continued stroking his hair lightly. Reid began letting his eyes drift shut but shot them back open when the man placed a hand on his chest. "You've got to stay awake, kid, I don't want that big brain of yours getting damaged."
Reid smiled at this, giving a small chuckle. He kept his eyes on the man, blinking slowly as the world seemed to move in slow motion around him. His memories seemed to come back to him a bit, and he remembered chasing the unsub down the hallway. He vaguely pictured a baseball bat in the man's hands and pieced together the rest.

"Unsub h't me w'th a bat." He slurred, attempting to explain himself. Morgan smiled, nodding in understanding.

"We got him kid, don't worry. Hotch and JJ grabbed him when he was running down the staircase. Prentiss and I found the victim too, so she's safe. We'd been looking for you for forty minutes or so before we came across you here. We checked this area earlier, but you must have moved from somewhere else."

Reid's brows furrowed. He distantly remembered walking down the staircase, but he couldn't remember where he'd come from. "Upstairs?" he asked, unsure of himself. Morgan shrugged his shoulders.

"Just hang on a little longer, the paramedics are on their way up now, we'll get you patched up and hopefully you won't have to go to the emergency room."
Reid immediately began moving at that, attempting to sit up. "Mmm fine, no h'sptl."

Morgan kept his hand firmly on Reid's chest, pinning him down. "Stay down alright, you can move after you've been checked out, okay?"

"Mmmmkay."

They sat in the stairwell for a minute more, Morgan gently comforting Reid as he tried his best to keep his eyes open. When the paramedics did arrive, they immediately got to work, making Morgan stand and get out of the way. He walked over to Hotch, who stood on the stairs, watching from afar.

"How is he?" Hotch asked, concerned.

"He'll be okay, he's got a hard head" Morgan smirked. Seeing the look on Hotch's face, he cleared his throat, becoming more serious. "He's definitely concussed, he's got memory loss and isn't fully coherent. Lost a lot of blood from the head wound but it didn't look like his skull was fractured. If we can get him to sit still a few weeks, he'll heal up quickly."
Hotch scoffed, smirking lightly at Morgan. As if they'd be able to get him to actually rest.

Reid was overwhelmed by the paramedics all around him. They were speaking quietly, but he was having trouble following their words and they kept shining a light in his eyes which made the pain in his head flair up. Another one of them began examining his head wound and patting off the blood.

Though it was a painful few minutes, they finished up fairly quickly. They determined that he did have a concussion and, though it wasn't severe enough that he was required to go to the hospital, they strongly recommended it.

Reid shook his head lightly, claiming he didn't need to go and that he would be perfectly fine on his own.

While one of the paramedics stitched his headwound and bandaged it, the others spoke to Hotch and Morgan. They emphasized that he needed to take it easy, getting a lot of rest to allow his head to heal.

The two exchanged glances. This was going to be a fulltime job, they couldn't let Reid go home on his own, he'd show up at the BAU the next day.

When Reid was cleared a few minutes later, Hotch and Morgan helped him slowly stand up. It was more them dragging him than Reid actually walking, but at least he was upright.

He managed to get to the car without becoming ill, though he felt nauseated, and Morgan sat with him in the backseat. Luckily, the case they'd just taken was just an hour outside of DC, so they were close to home and didn't have to take the jet.

Hotch drove them in silence. They had soft radio in the background, but they knew how Reid's head must be pounding. Morgan had placed his sunglasses over Reid's eyes in hopes that it would help with light sensitivity.

Reid was currently curled up on Morgan's lap, awkwardly buckled sideways so he could lay down. He wasn't asleep, his head was pounding too much for that, but he felt a little more at peace. They'd given him some Tylenol since he couldn't take any narcotics, and, though it didn't completely get rid of the pain, it was better than it had been.

He managed to drift off on the drive and he was awoken when the sound of the engine shut off.

Lethargically, Reid pushed himself up to a sitting position. Morgan helped to stabilize him, making sure he was steady enough. Reid looked out the window and saw they were at Hotch's house.

The two men helped to carefully unload him from the car. His head was pounding from effort and from the sunlight. They managed to drag him in the house, quickly depositing him on the couch. Reid immediately curled in on himself, burying his head into a cushion.

He listened as the two men walked around the room for a few minutes. He wasn't sure what they were doing at first, but as the light became less, he realized they were blacking out the windows. One of them placed a blanket over him which he immediately pulled tighter around his body.

Hotch spoke softly, interrupting his thoughts, "Reid, you need to drink some water before you sleep."

"No thanks" he said in a very small muffled voice.

"Kid this isn't a negotiation." Morgan stated, gently turning Reid over.

Reid allowed Morgan to help him sit up and took the glass Hotch was holding out for him. He took a few sips before attempting to hand it back to Hotch.

The two of them looked at him pointedly, as if to say 'really'. Reid pouted slightly but continued slowly drinking the rest. When he finally finished, Hotch took the glass, placing it on the table.

"Now the paramedics said you should be fine to sleep a while, but we're still gunna wake you up in a few hours just to make sure you're alright, okay?"
Reid nodded tiredly. Morgan helped him to lay back on the couch again. He curled up against the pillows once more, burying his head under the blanket.

"Get some rest." Morgan said, patting Reid lightly on the back. His mind wandered for a little while, distracted by the constant throbbing. But after a few minutes, it faded, and Reid dropped off into sleep.