Hey hey hey! So we're onto season 6 now! Before we get into the season though, I really wanna have just a simple injured Reid fic because it's all been emotional and psychological pain for the past while and we gotta shake it up a little! So, enjoy this extra fic but please, please picture boy band Reid hair in this fic because that's what I am envisioning!

S6 EXTRA

"Put the weapons down!"

"NO!" The unsub shouted, pointing his weapon at Morgan.

The agent was getting real pissed off, that much was clear to Reid. The unsub had one gun trained on his victim, and another gun pointed at Morgan. He was rotating pointing it towards Prentiss and Reid as well though, unsure of who was the biggest threat.

Little did he know that any of them could shoot him down in one shot.

They were currently standing on a hillside in a forest in the middle of nowhere Wyoming.
This unsub had been getting away with abducting female college students and bringing them out in the woods to kill. It had taken them a while, but they'd eventually manage to pin him down and follow him out here.

Now they just needed to get him to comply so that the woman who was sobbing on the ground would not be his last victim.

Reid cleared his throat, "Hey," he said quietly, holding his gun up to show that he was going to put it away, "I'm holstering my weapon," Reid inserted the gun back in his holster, slowly raising his arms. "No one else needs to get hurt. Just put down your weapon and this can all be over."

He began slowly walking towards the unsub, who now had his gun pointed square at Reid.

The man's arm was wavering; he was trying to decide what his best move was. Despite Reid putting his weapon away, Prentiss and Morgan still had their guns aimed at him.

They stood in silence for a few seconds before the man's choice was made.

Wrong choice.

A few loud bangs rang out in the forest, at least four or five shots were fired. Reid felt his body thrown backwards.

The back of his head slammed against the ground and his left shoulder rung with agony as it bounced off something hard. Reid must've blacked out for a moment, because when he was aware once more, he'd and landed a few feet to the right of where he'd initially fallen. There must have been too much momentum and his body rolled a bit.

Pain filled his body in many different places. The back of his head stung, and his left shoulder ached, but the most agony was radiating from his stomach. It felt like he couldn't breathe.

When he attempted to take a breath, he found himself coughing for what felt like forever. It wasn't until he'd partially caught his breath that he realized Prentiss was leaning over him.

Her face swam in his vision for a few moments before it seemed to clear, and his hearing seemed to return to him quickly.

"-eid! Reid! Can you hear me?!"

He flinched away from her voice, nodding. He was still catching his breath and didn't to risk speaking.

Prentiss smiled at him, shaking her head. "You dumbass, what the hell did you think was gunna happen?" she placed her hand gently on his chest, where his Kevlar was, thankfully, protecting his body. "You're lucky that unsub was a shitty shot."

Reid glanced down at his chest as much as he could from his awkward angle. There were two bullets stuck in the Kevlar, one right in the center of his sternum and one in the middle of his right ribcage.

He let his head fall back to the ground, cringing when the wound collided with the ground again. No wonder it hurt so much to breathe. Kevlar was a wonder for stopping bullets, but the energy still had to go somewhere, and, for Reid, it went into cracking most of his ribs.

"Is the… girl… 'kay?" Reid asked breathily. Prentiss nodded, looking over Reid towards where he guessed the girl and Morgan were.

Reid nodded slightly at himself, closing his eyes. He'd done his job. Thankfully, besides the unsub, he was the only one who'd been injured.

He'd call that a win.

They sat there for a few minutes, Prentiss allowing Reid to somewhat catch his breath while Morgan made sure the woman was okay.

It wasn't until he heard Morgan's voice that he reopened his eyes once more.

"Pretty boy" Morgan said from seemingly far away.

Reid opened his eyes sluggishly, blinking to clear his vision. He saw Prentiss staring down at him, some concern written on her face, before he turned his head towards where Morgan's voice had emanated from. When he spotted the man, he saw him standing, holding up the woman. They looked like they were ready to move, Reid was not.

"Time to go, kid. Gotta get back to the car so we can call an ambulance and get the two of you checked out."

"'m fine"

"Uh huh, I'm sure you are." Prentiss stated. "Come on, Spencer, let's get you up."
Prentiss slid her hand under his shoulder to help him sit up but, before he could stop himself, Reid immediately cried out in pain. His eyes slammed shut as the waves of agony coursed through his body at his shoulder being jostled. She quickly retracted her hand, looking down at Reid in confusion.

"Um, last I checked you didn't get shot in the shoulder, what the hell happened?" Reid said nothing, simply clenching his teeth together in an attempt to control the pain. "Morgan, go on to the car and call the team and an ambulance. We'll be over as soon as we can."

Reid heard the Velcro of his vest begin to be ripped off as Prentiss began stripping him down. He hated that she was doing it, and wanted to resist more, but he knew she was just trying to help. She needed to see how bad the damage was on his body before they moved him.

And based off how much pain Reid was feeling, it must be pretty bad.

Prentiss slid the vest out from under him and began undoing his button-down. Based on her gasp, he'd guess that his chest was probably a mess. She quickly moved on though, delicately sliding his left arm out of the sleeve.

Reid kept his eyes closed, partially out of embarrassment, but mostly out of pain. He was certain that if he opened his eyes to look at the damage, as much as he wanted to, he might pass out.

Though, that might not be such a bad idea.

"Ah shit Reid, I think your shoulder's dislocated."

He cracked his eyes open, staring at Prentiss with a look that said 'dear god, why me'.

Reid closed his eyes, clenching his jaw. "Do it."
"Reid…"
"Emily I know you can relocate shoulders; I've seen you do it before. Just get it over with, please."

He heard her take a large breath, as if she was debating what the correct move was. After a few moments though, she made her decision.

"Okay."

Prentiss shuffled around a bit before starting.

"Open up," Reid's eyes shot open in confusion only to see Prentiss holding her belt out near his mouth. He looked at her in confusion, but she simply replied; "don't want you to bite off your tongue."

Reid's jaw tightened against the leather of her belt in anticipation. He knew this was going to hurt a lot; it wasn't the first time he'd dislocated a joint. But they might as well get it out of the way now.

Prentiss got into position, placing her hands against his bone and joint, getting ready to set it.

"Okay, on three… one-"

Reid screamed in agony, biting down as hard as he could on the belt. His eyes slammed shut and his consciousness wavered. His back arched off the ground and his right hand immediately shot to his left shoulder, holding it in pain. He felt tears prick the corners of his eyes and was breathing heavily. Reid managed to stay conscious, but only barely as his whole body seemed to react to the pain.

After a few minutes, the pain began to subside, but it still seemed to echo through his body. Prentiss must've moved, because she was lifting his head into her lap now, cradling him as he tried to recover from the pain. She removed the belt from his mouth, and he was certain he must've left teeth marks in it from how hard he'd bit down.

It was good that she'd thought of that, he probably would've bitten his tongue off.

When the pain had subsided to a dull ache, Reid opened his eyes half lidded, glancing at the woman who was sitting over him. She reacted immediately, smiling at him.

"You with me?"

Reid nodded sluggishly. Truthfully, he just wanted to let himself pass out. He knew Prentiss could probably carry him easily, but if he did that he'd probably wind up in the hospital. It he stayed awake; he might be able to avoid it.

"Why don't we get you out of here. Sound good?"

Reid nodded, agreeing with her once more. He was going to ask her to button his shirt back up, only to find that she'd already done that. He nodded once more, indicating that he was ready to go.

Prentiss moved to his right side in order to avoid touching his tender shoulder. She placed her hands on his back, helping him sit up.

It was a long and tedious process. Reid struggled to breath and his bruised chest protested every movement, but, eventually, he was sitting upright.

Well, it was more of a slouching position, and he was heavily leaning against Prentiss, but it counted.

She lifted his good arm over her shoulders and placed her arm around his waist. Then, as gently as she could, Prentiss managed to lift Reid into somewhat of a standing position.

Much of his weight was against her, and he was breathing heavily, but he was mostly upright.

Reid was already exhausted just from standing. His chest was panging with agony and his head pounded. He was holding his left arm as rigidly as he could against his body to keep it from jostling around and found himself leaning more and more against Prentiss.

The two made very slow progress to the car. They hadn't parked very far away but, at the rate they were going, they may as well be a few miles out.

When they did eventually get in sight of the cars, Morgan immediately rushed over, helping them drag Reid the rest of the distance.

Reid thought he heard the man say something about the ambulance being on its way, but at this point he was too out of it to fully process the words.

When they got to the car, Prentiss opened the front door and Morgan swiftly picked Reid up, depositing him in the front seat.

He let his eyes close, still keeping his left arm braced against his body. It would probably need to be put in a sling for a while, but hopefully it wouldn't need any physical therapy. He's definitely cracked some ribs, and his sternum was probably purple, but it didn't feel like anything had broken. And, while the back of his head ached, he didn't think he'd gotten a concussion.

All in all, Reid concluded that it has been worth it to save the victim and prevent his teammates from getting injured.

He didn't quite pass out, but his body did seem to shut itself down for a little while because the next thing he knew, the ambulances, as well as the rest of their team had arrived.

Reid vaguely heard commotion and he was quickly jolted back to consciousness when Morgan lifted him out of the vehicle again. His arm rang with pain as it moved unintentionally and he gritted his teeth, focusing only on the agony.

By the time he came back to himself, Reid realized he was sitting on the edge of an ambulance, Prentiss holding him upright. His shirt had been taken off in order to examine his wounds and he was thankful that it wasn't cold out today.

He vaguely processed the EMTs wrapping up his ribs, and a coldness on the back of his neck. But he really didn't become fully aware until they began prodding his shoulder.

At the first touch his eyes shot open and he flinched away.

"Hey Spencer, you with us again?" Prentiss asked gently.

He nodded, gritting his teeth at the wave of pain traveling down his arm.

"They need to make sure I set your shoulder properly before they put it in a sling, alright? I'm sorry, I know it hurts."

Reid took as deep of a breath as he could, nodding at Prentiss's statement.

The EMTs again began poking and prodding at Reid's tender shoulder, and it took all of his strength to not cry out or flinch away. Luckily, it only took a few minutes before they declared that it was set correctly, though it seemed like hours to Reid.

They gently placed his arm in a sling, giving Prentiss a second icepack for his shoulder, and left him be. He immediately felt relief as she placed the icepack on his shoulder, leaning towards the touch.

He was thankful that they weren't taking him to a hospital. Reid wasn't sure he had the energy to fight them on it at the moment, so he was glad he didn't have to. One of the team probably said something to them, encouraging the medical team that he'd be in good hands.

When the icepacks were no longer frozen, Emily removed them, placing them on the bed of the truck they were sitting in.

Reid opened his eyes, gazing down at himself. He couldn't see much since they'd wrapped his chest with so much gauze, but the little skin he could see was a dark purple color.

He glanced towards his shoulder, which was not covered in gauze. It was visibly swollen, and also partially bruised as well. It hung limp in the sling they'd given him, and Reid felt a bit nauseated just looking at it.

For the first time since he'd been placed in the ambulance, Reid looked up at the scene before him.

The unsub's body was being placed in a black bag. Prentiss and Morgan both fired a few shots at the man, so Reid wasn't surprised that they'd been true to their target.

The woman who'd been his victim was currently talking to her mother in the other ambulance. He watched as they closed the doors and began speeding off towards the hospital. Hotch, Morgan, Rossi, and JJ were all standing in a circle, speaking to one another. They all kept sending concerned looks towards Reid, which was unsurprising.

Prentiss gently rubbed Reid's back, bringing him back to himself. He glanced towards her, exhaustion beginning to fill his features.

"Ready to get out of here?"

Reid nodded, stifling a yawn. Prentiss quickly stood up and moved in front of Reid.

He slowly scooted off the edge of the ambulance until his feet dropped to the ground. His knees almost immediately buckled, but luckily the agent's arms were already around him, holding him up while somehow avoiding his injuries.

The team must've seen him because Morgan was at his side in an instant, helping Prentiss stabilize him.

"Sure he doesn't need the hospital?"
"Morgan, you know he'd hate that."

"'m alright" Reid breathily stated, staring down at the ground. It seemed to be swimming in his vision, but luckily it was becoming more stabilized by the minute.

"Kid, you're about to collapse."

"Morgan," Hotch's voice pierced through the bickering. He paused for a moment, seemingly thinking about his decision. "Just help Prentiss get Reid to the car. He'll be okay."

Morgan scoffed, but gently started leading Reid forwards with Prentiss. Just like earlier, it felt more like they were dragging him than he was walking along with them. Once again, Morgan managed to swiftly deposit him in the car, this time in the back seat.

Prentiss loaded in the other side, sitting in the middle seat to keep a hand on Reid. His eyes shut on their own accord, exhaustion taking over his body.

"Kid can barely keep his eyes open, Hotch! Did you see his chest when they unbuttoned his shirt? He should be at the hospital!"
"Morgan, you and I both know how Reid hates hospitals. He's got nothing life threatening, the EMTs cleared him, and this way we can head back to DC. He just endured a lot of pain and he's just tired, let him rest."
There was a pause before an annoyed "fine" rang out from Morgan.

When the vehicle started moving, Reid felt himself being lulled to sleep. His head slowly slumped onto Prentiss's shoulder and the pain he felt began to numb as he dropped out of consciousness.

The next thing he knew, someone was lifting him out of the car. He was barely conscious, not even able to open his eyes. He was quickly sat down on a couch; head being deposited into someone's lap.

From the way their hand gently played with his curls, he knew it was Emily.

He wanted to thank Emily for staying by his side the past few hours, for keeping him upright while they bandaged him up, for dragging him back to the SUVs. He wanted to thank Morgan for carrying him multiple times and being worried about him. He wanted to thank Hotch for letting him stay out of the hospital.

He wanted to thank them all for being there for him.

But, instead, Reid simply drifted off into a deep sleep. Because he knew that he didn't have to thank them; they already knew how grateful he was to have them as his family.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I had fun writing it and it feels kinda nice to be back into one shot mode after how long the last fic was haha!
I can't wait to work with season 6! There is, once again, so much to work with cuz the writers keep doing Reid so dirty.
also s6 Reid hair is so important.
I don't like Seaver and the whole ~thing~ that happens in 'Lauren' makes me sad, so I've been a little slower to watch this season even though 'Corazon' and 'Coda' are two of my most favorite episodes ever, but now that I'm done writing for s5, I think I'll get my groove back, haha
Have a wonderful day!