Reid's hospital room 24 hours later.
He woke to pain again, but this time, it was a little bearable and he could breathe. Then he tried a deep breath and moaned his chest and sides hurt with every breath. What had happened to him, he was alive and this was a different room, it looked like, yes it was a hospital room. That meant he was safe, right or maybe he was crazy and locked away like his mom. He frantically turned his head and saw the side bars of the hospital bed and tried to move and was able to lift one arm to his face. He tried to move a leg and the pain in one knee was terrible. He was elated to find out he wasn't restrained, so that had to mean he wasn't locked away, right?
A door opened and he looked fearfully to the right at the sound. He still wasn't sure he wasn't with the man who had hurt him. And then he saw her. She was tall, had shoulder length copper colored hair, and brilliant green eyes. Her skin was like porcelain bisque and she was slim and shapely. She wore a gun in a shoulder holster and she looked exhausted. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. But wait, he was very confused, if she was a nurse why did she carry a gun and she looked familiar to him, but he didn't know why. He did know that some how in spite of the gun, she made him feel safer than he had in days.
Agent Wilson opened the door and walked toward his bed, he was awake again and he looked at her with such fear and pain that she almost turned and ran, her emotions trying to break out of the tight shell she had forced them into thirty six hours before. But then something changed, he seemed to relax slightly and was looking at her with a mixture of confusion and recognition.
"Hi Dr Reid, I'm Agent Samantha Wilson."
"D-do I know y-you? " He whispered. His throat was on fire.
"Well we have met, but not in the traditional fashion." She didn't know how much to tell him, the doctors said he needed to remember everything on his own. Hearing the rasp in his voice she said.
"Do you want some ice?"
'W-water." he said pleadingly.
"You can't have water for awhile but you can have some ice." she said dipping her hand into the bucket and pulling out a chip.
She placed it in his open mouth like a mother bird feeding her chicks. He sucked on it and groaned with pleasure as the cool water began to run down his throat. She watched him, not saying anything and when he finished with the chip, he licked his lips and said
"More please"
"One more ok," she said reaching for another chip.
"Where am I?" He said in a clearer voice.
"In the hospital."
"What happened to me" he said
"What do you remember Dr Reid." she asked trying not to lead him to any painful memories.
"I remember the case we had, I remember a man hitting me and saying crazy things."
His eyes grew round with fear. "Where is he, he's going to come back"
"No, Spencer he's not, he's the one locked away, he will never hurt you again I promise you." she said quietly, not realizing she had just called him by his first name.
He didn't look as if he quite believed her but she couldn't blame him.
"I don't remember a lot of what happened, will you tell me?"
"No, I can't the doctors want you to remember on your own." she said not meeting his eyes.
"Psychiatrists you mean? He said it with the fear returning to his eyes. They think I'm crazy."
"No one thinks you're crazy, you've been through a terrible ordeal and they want to help you but you have to let them Dr. Reid. And it's only one physiologist that wants to help you. I talked to her and she knows what she is doing. She is the best on staff here."
He didn't know why but he trusted this woman. There was something about her; he would try if she asked. He didn't realize that he had spoken to her for several minutes with out stammering or blushing.
She left a few minutes later. She was bombarded by questions from his team. She knew the Hotch, Gideon and Morgan wanted to talk to him, but after the way he reacted to Gideon, it was decided to let him ask for them.
JJ got up and went into his room and stayed for a long while. She had been dealing with the press for them and had never been fiercer in her protection of him. She refused to answer any of what she called their "impertinent" questions about his health and state of mind. She only made a couple of brief statements and left it at that, which annoyed some of the press that were friendly with her. They felt she owed them something. She didn't see if that way and was angry that hospital staff was leaking details about Reid to the press. Just because they weren't dating didn't mean she didn't care about him and she wanted to wring the necks of the person or person's leaking information.
Three days later at the Federal building in DC.
Her cell rang, it was Gideon, he promised to keep her up to date, as she could no longer stay at the hospital. She had been ordered back to work by Agent Hansen and the director two days ago.
"Wilson" she said putting down her coffee.
"It's Jason."
"Hi Agent Gideon, has anything changed?"
"How many times do I have to tell you to call me Jason?" Gideon said with mock sternness, he sounded happy.
"Sorry Jason, you sounded just like my father for a moment." She laughed.
"Very funny, he's doing mush better physically but he still has some memory loss. Samantha you haven't seen him in three days, he hasn't said anything but I think he wants to see you."
"I don't think that's such a good idea Jason, he needs rest, and I am a stranger."
"I don't agree I think you should see him."
"I'll go if I can, that's all I'll promise for now." she said firmly.
"That's all I ask. Take care, we'll talk later."
"Bye Jason" she hung up, downed that rest of her coffee and left for the hospital.
745 pm Dr Reid's Hospital room.
Spencer had felt more human that day and less like he had been hit by a train. He was glad that everyone was gone, he was tired of putting on a brave face for his friends. He had seen them all today and they were all so damn cheerful and unwilling to talk to him about his kidnapping.
He couldn't remember everything that had happened. He remembered the first beating and the hallucinations of his mother and his teammates and nothing after that. He was angry that they wouldn't tell him. Dr Simms said he would remember when his mind was ready but he thought he was ready. He didn't like the vague feeling of disquiet he felt when ever he saw the male members of his team, or when his male doctor examined him. Something happened to cause it and he wanted to know what it was.
He wished he had Agent Wilson's number he could call her and demand she tell him. She wasn't under orders from Gideon like the others. She would tell him, wouldn't she? Then just like she had known his thoughts she knocked and entered the room.
"Hi" he said
"Hi yourself, she shot back smiling and sitting down in the chair next to his bed. How are you feeling this evening?"
"I feel fine and I wish everyone would stop asking me that." He said angrily.
"A little irritated are we." She asked with a little smile,
"So you're in on it too," Agent Wilson.
"In on what?" Dr Reid.
"I can't remember the last several days of my life and no one will tell me what they know and it's really starting to piss me off!" he was glaring at her.
"You must be feeling better Dr Reid, if you can shout like that." She said sitting back in the chair and crossing her arms.
"Stop calling me that, my name is Spencer, which you know since you already called me that some days ago." He watched her reaction carefully and saw the momentary flash of something in her eyes, and then it was gone as if she slammed the lid down on her feelings again.
"Okay, calm down, and my name is Samantha."
"I prefer Agent Wilson for now, if you don't mind." He said testily, still watching her and was cheered inwardly when she flinched and pain leaped in her eyes before it was gone again. He wouldn't have seen it if he hadn't been watching for it. He decided to use this to his advantage.
"Look, I'm sorry Samantha, but these last few days have been very trying for me. No one will tell me anything about what happened to me and I really want to remember and to deal with it now, not later."
He said looking at her with those beautiful brown eyes. She opened her mouth to tell him and then realized what he was doing.
"Oh no you don't Spencer, I may not be a profiler, but your tricks won't work on me. She got up and said perhaps it's better if I leave."
"Please don't go Samantha; I'm sorry to try to trick you-"
A nurse came in with his meds and ignoring his complaints stayed till he took them. Agent Wilson said good bye and left with the nurse. She came back in after she judged enough time had passed for the sedative to kick in. She walked back into the darkened room. There was only one small light on above his head and the golden light made his face look more than ever like an angel's in spite of the fading bruises and the tape over his nose. His eyes were closed and his breathing was steady.
"I'm sorry we're not telling you anything, but it's for your own good, you have to remember on your own baby." She bent down kissed his forehead and broke her promise to Gideon by saying in a whisper.
"I love you Spencer. I hope one day I can tell you when you're awake, but for now, sleep well.
She turned shut the light off over his head and left. In the darkness she didn't see his eyes open or the tears running down his cheeks.