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Gideon looked down at his phone when it started ringing.
"Gideon." He said by way of greeting. Prentiss, who was breathing through an oxygen mask, looked at him curiously. "Yes." He said and then his face fell. "I'll be there soon." He said, hanging up. She pulled off the oxygen mask despite the protests from the paramedic, and walked over to Gideon.
"What's going on?" She asked. He rubbed a hand over his face.
"Reid has been poisoned. It's bad, they're not sure he's gonna make it." He said quietly and began walking to his car. Prentiss followed, frowning. Was this an attack on the whole team? Gideon filled her in on what he knew so far during the drive to the hospital. As they pulled into the parking lot, his phone rang again. He reluctantly looked at the screen, hoping it wasn't the hospital calling to tell him Reid didn't make it. To his great relief, it was Hotch.
"Hotch," He said, relief evident in his voice.
"Sorry I missed your call, Rossi and I were caught in an explosion." He said. Gideon's brow furrowed.
"Rossi is okay, right?" He asked though he knew Hotch wouldn't let anything happen to his team members.
"Yes." He said.
"Did you hear about Reid?" He asked, not really wanting to break the news to him.
"Yes, I was informed. We're at the hospital now." Hotch said.
"Prentiss and I just pulled into the parking lot."
"Rossi and I will meet you at the entrance," Hotch said and hung up.
They walked inside together and were shocked to see Morgan arguing with a nurse.
"Sir, we need to make sure you aren't injured." She was telling him.
"I told you, I'm fine." He said gruffly. She sighed, but he continued. "I need an update on my partner. She actually is injured." knew he was being rude, but he honestly didn't care.
"Morgan, what's going on?" Hotch asked as the small group approached. The nurse looked at them and threw her hand up in exasperation. She left them, deciding that none of them would accept treatment.
"JJ and I were run off the road. She's hurt, but I don't think there was anything life-threatening. What happened to you guys?" He asked, eyeing them. Everyone exchanged stories, and they realized there was one person unaccounted for.
"Where's Penelope?" Morgan asked. Gideon approached the receptionist desk. She looked up to see a group of intimidating looking people and plastered on one of her customer service smiles.
"Has a Penelope Garcia been admitted here?" Gideon asked. She typed something into the computer before looking back up at them.
"Yes, she is currently in surgery." She said politely, hoping that would be the end of it. The group walked to the waiting room, hoping that there would be news of their injured friends waiting for them. They walked in to find a young, dark-haired woman pacing. They all sat down to wait it out.
About twenty minutes later, a male nurse walked in.
"Jennifer Jareau." He called out. The team was across the room before he even finished saying her name.
"You're family?" He asked skeptically, giving them a look.
"Yes." Hotch said, deadpan. The man sighed. He told them about her condition, and that they wanted to keep her overnight because of her concussion. Prentiss and Rossi went to go see her, the rest of them staying for news on Garcia and Reid.
About half an hour later, another doctor came with more news on Penelope. Morgan, who had been badgering any nurse that came by for information, went with him to see her. This left only Hotch and Gideon waiting for news on Reid. The pair's worry was growing by the minute, when about an hour after that another doctor came in.
"Spencer Reid." He called out. Hotch, Gideon and, much to their surprise, the dark-haired woman approached the doctor.
"Who are you?" Hotch demanded when she also moved to see the doctor.
"Dr. Amanda Williams. I found him and called an ambulance, who are you?" She gave him a look. The doctor watched this exchange, looking like he would rather be anywhere else.
"I'm his power of attorney," Hotch said and she turned back to the doctor.
"How is Dr. Reid?" She asked, concern in her eyes.
"He's… stable for now." The doctor said reluctantly. "We do believe he was poisoned, but we are having a hard time identifying what the poison is. Until we know what it was that caused this, we can't treat him."
"Can I see him?" Hotch asked though it sounded more like an order.
"He is being moved to a room, as there is nothing we can do for him until all of the tests come back. So yes, so long as you don't disturb him." The doctor nodded and led them to the room.
Hotch looked at Reid in the bed, pale and barely breathing, and felt a pang of guilt. The same pang he felt when he thought about the attack on the rest of the team. He sat next to the young man, Gideon sitting on his other side. The young woman was standing in the doorway, not wanting to disturb the two older men who obviously knew him well.
"What happened?" Gideon asked, turning to her. She quickly told him what happened, and he nodded. "Thank you, for helping him."
"Of course." She said seriously. "I just hope it did any good."
…
"I'm fine." JJ groused.
"Seriously, J, you need to relax." Prentiss pushed her friend back down onto the bed. "You were just in a car crash. You have two cracked ribs and a concussion. Take it easy for a while."
"No one else is 'resting." She air quoted the 'resting' part.
"Actually…" Rossi said, slightly guiltily. "You aren't the only one who was injured." No one had told her what happened to the rest of the team yet. Her brow furrowed and she looked at them. Really looked. They looked worn out, Prentiss smelled slightly of smoke and Rossi was limping. Her eyes widened.
"What happened?" She demanded. She was having a hard time concentrating on simple things.
"We think this was an attack on the whole team. A bomb was set off at a bar Hotch and I were drinking in, Prentiss's apartment was set on fire, Penelope was shot, and Reid was found passed out on a sidewalk. We aren't sure what happened to him." Rossi explained and JJ closed her eyes, she put the heel of her hand to her head.
"Did we catch any of the bastards?" She asked quietly. Prentiss shook her head. "That's just awesome," JJ muttered.
…
Garcia woke up, still drowsy from the pain medication. She looked around and was pleasantly surprised to find Morgan sitting next to her. He looked worn out and dirty, but he was there.
"What happened to you, my chocolate god?" She croaked. She could tell something happened just by the way he looked right now. He startled, and looked at her.
"How are you feeling?" He asked gently. She knew he was diverting the question, but she didn't point it out.
"Okay, I guess. I'm sure the drugs have a lot to do with that, though." She said, and he smiled.
"Yeah, I'm sure they do. Try to get some rest, Babygirl." She nodded and her eyes closed slowly. Her heart rate evened out and he smiled despite the dire situation.