A/N: Look guys! Another chapter! and surprise, there's only maybe one or two more left! I spent all day on this chapter, and I'm really very proud of it. I've been wanting to write it for ages and my muse finally struck me. I suppose being sick with a cold and raspy, squeaky voice is the best condition for writing.

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"Katrina Powers?" Hotch looked her over, noting how sick she looked now that he could actually sleep well.

"Yes. Where is Spencer?" Katrina's voice cracked with fear.

Hotch shifted in his seat, adjusting his jacket and leaning on his knees. "Do you remember anything from last week? Anything at all?"

Katrina shifted as well, looking around as if trying to look for her memories like they were hiding in the hospital room. Her fingers picked at the standard hospital sheet and blanket anxiously. "Not much," she replied after a few moments. "I remember Sweeny Todd calling Spencer's team-you. And then he… he shot him…" her voice began to crack again and tears filled her brown eyes. Her bandaged wrist came up to wipe at her eyes and Hotch edged his chair closer to gently squeeze her other hand. It took a few minutes until she was able to speak clearly again. "I don't remember much after that," she took a shuddering breath, "maybe a day or so."

Hotch met her red eyes with a sympathetic gaze, softly tightening his hold on her hand.

"Is Spencer okay?"

Hotch gave her a small smile, a smile that erased the hard lines in his face and replaced his worry with gratitude. "Reid is fine, he asked me to wait with you."

Katrina sighed with relief and sank back into the pillows. "Where is he?"

"Sleeping over there," Hotch nodded towards the curtain behind him that separated the two beds in the room. "The doctors were very impressed with how well his wound was taken care of. And on behalf of the team I'd like to thank you for doing that."

"How did you-oh."

Hotch picked up the brightly colored Lisa Frank journal from the table next to her bed. "We found this when we found you." He smiled again, and then cleared his throat. "Katrina, I need to know what exactly happened that day that Reid was shot."

Katrina swallowed hard and sighed heavily. "I don't know how it happened it just did. One second he was so calm, and the next…"

-flashback-

"But then, I can't very well have one running around telling everyone who I am and the like now can I?" Sweeny Todd pulled out a handgun. "Therefore," he pulled the trigger and the gunshot echoed deafeningly around the small basement room. "Do have a good day." He laughed sadistically as he ended the call.

Spencer writhed in pain and groaned loudly. Katrina screamed through her tears and fought against the zip tie that held her hands behind her back, past the point of pain.

"Dammit." The serial killer sighed in annoyance, pointed his gun at Spencer's head and pulled the trigger again.

*click*

Another annoyed sigh came from him and he rolled his eyes to the ceiling. "I suppose you're lucky, doctor. I'm not patient enough to strangle you, or even reload my gun because I am so done with this little escapade. I thought that it wouldn't last this long, but alas, it has." He tossed the gun into the corner of the room and pulled out a pocket knife, easily snapping the zip ties off the captives wrists.

Katrina tore the gag out of her mouth and clambered over to Spencer, clumsily taking the gag off his mouth as well. The young agent hissed in pain and his hand grabbed at the gradually staining sheets around him.

"Spencer. Spencer it's going to be okay." Katrina's voice squeaked horribly. "It's going to be okay." She pulled a pillow case off one of the pillows and wadded it up, pressing it against Spencer's wounded shoulder.

He groaned through clenched teeth.

Katrina looked up at Sweeny Todd pleadingly. "Help him please. Please, do something!"

Their captor sighed. "I'll be back. So much for keeping up appearances." He left the room, slamming the door shut behind him.

Katrina turned back to Spencer, keeping pressure on his shoulder as he started to shiver and pant. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead as the minutes passed, his eyes clenched shut tightly. She gently pushed his hair back from his face. "It's going to be okay, Spencer, okay?" she tried to smile through her tears. "It's going to be okay."

Spencer's breathing eventually evened out and became shallow. At first Katrina feared that he was slipping away from her, through her fingers. Keeping pressure on his shoulder, she gently pressed her ear to his chest. His heart was beating normally, maybe a bit quicker than usual. She sighed in relief and picked her head up.

He was watching her intently, his warm brown eyes trying to focus on her face. "Kat, I'm cold." A shiver racked his body and he winced in pain.

She blushed, but nodded immediately and pulled the comforter up to tuck it round his body.

"I'm so sorry Spencer." She pushed his hair back again and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Two hours later, Sweeny Todd came back down the stairs with a bulging plastic bag that he tossed on the mattress by Spencer's feet. After that he turned and left, slamming the door once more.

Katrina pulled the bag to her side and smiled. Cleaning alcohol, new medical tweezers, a medical needle for sewing, package after package of gauze, a metal dog bowl, stitching thread, kiddy-safety scissors, an ace bandage, and three bottles of water. "Spencer."

The genius opened his eyes.

"Spencer I'm going to fix you. Hold this for a second." She took his hand and placed it on the pillowcase so she could set everything out around her. She opened a bottle of water and moved his hand so she could wet the makeshift compress and gently ease it off the bullet hole.

Blood welled up to the top of the wound when the pillowcase was removed. Katrina took the scissors and cut a bigger hole in Spencer's shirt so she could work more easily. She opened a pack of gauze and the cleaning alcohol. "This is going to hurt."

He nodded and gripped the blanket tightly with both hands.

Katrina poured the alcohol around the hole and wiped the blood away from it, continually getting new gauze pads and throwing the old ones away into the dog bowl. With that done, Katrina suddenly became nervous as she fumbled with the tweezers packaging. Her hands began to shake as she wiped them off with an alcohol soaked gauze pad. She wiped the back of her bloody hand across her forehead.

"Kat," Spencer panted, "you're doing fine." He smiled a bit, squeezing her knee with his hand and leaving it there. "Okay, you're doing just fine."

She nodded and sniffed, refocusing her attention on her task. "I'm so sorry," she whispered.

He squeezed her knee again as she gently pulled the edges of the wound open and slipped the tweezers inside. His jaw tightened and his eyes clenched shut as the tweezers sunk deeper into his shoulder. She felt the tweezers hit the bullet, and with a deep breath she gripped it and tried to pull it out.

The tweezers slipped.

Spencer ground out a moan of pain between his clenched teeth.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Katrina froze in fear of hurting him further.

"It's okay." He winced as he coughed. "You're doing fine."

"Okay. Okay." She took another breath, gripped the bullet with the tweezers again, and pulled it out, throwing it into the dog bowl with a clang as soon as it was clear of his shoulder. More blood seeped from the wound and she quickly covered it with a clean gauze pad. "The worst is over. The worst is over."

"I'm not quite sure that's true," Spencer said, laughing slightly.

"Spencer I'm not quite sure how to stitch a wound… I can stitch a makeshift hem but I've never worked with someone's flesh before."

"You'll be fine. Just do exactly as I say. You're going to have to cut my sleeve and down the side of my shirt so that we can get it off."

She nodded silently and did as he said. He helped her pull the shirt out from under him and off his left arm while she kept pressure on his right shoulder. When she knelt back by his side, his hand returned to the near death grip on her knee.

"Okay. Now get the needle out and the thread." He took a breath. "The stitches will have to be short, but about a quarter of an inch deep." Another breath. "Don't worry about getting it exact, just get it deep enough, okay?" Another breath. "And don't worry about hurting me, I don't think needle pricks will hurt worse than a gunshot wound." He cleared his throat and shifted slightly. "Okay. Use the tweezers sew, not your fingers. And individual stitches. You'll only need three."

She nodded again and set to making neat stitches as best she could.

-End Flashback-

"He fell asleep shortly after that. Sweeny Todd eventually came back down with enough food and water bottles to last us a few days, said he had to go to work and left. That's the last we saw of him."

"Thank you Katrina. I'll go get the nurse now, to check on you." Hotch smiled and left the room.

Left alone now with her thoughts, Katrina blushed furiously. Over the sound of the whirring machines hooked up to her body, and apparently Spencer's, she could hear his even breathing. She remembered wrapping the ace bandage around his shoulder and torso, his warm hands on her shoulders while she did so, the fading smell of sweet coffee clinging to his skin under the nearly overpowering fumes of blood and cleaning alcohol, the way he had looked so softly into her eyes when she'd finished, and then soft brush of his lips against hers before he slowly lowered himself back to a laying position. The memory of his pain twisted face and how she had lifted his head into her lap and gently run her fingers through his hair played a game of rewind and repeat until the nurse came in to check up on her.

. . .

*Twenty four hours earlier, Michigan*

Max Lewicki's phone began to ring annoyingly in the middle of Daniel's lecture. The professor shot a look over at his assistant, and to his great disappointment, his hallucination of Mrs. Lovett came back for a visit.

"Sorry Doc." Lewicki quickly walked out of the room and answered the phone. "Max Lewicki."

"Max? This is Agent Hotchner with the BAU of the FBI. Is Doctor Pierce with you?"

"He's in a lecture at the moment. I can give him a message as soon as he's free."

"Tell him as soon as you can. We found them, Reid and Katrina. They're both alive, and we got them. Sweeny Todd is in custody."

"I'll let him know." Lewicki snapped his phone shut and ran back into the room.

"Mister Lewicki, anything you'd like to share with us as to why you are running about?" Daniel was agitated today, annoyed that Mrs. Lovett was back again after a nice and quiet, if still tense, two weeks.

"Doc they found them. We gotta go." Lewicki started throwing the papers he was grading into his bag and slamming his books shut.

"What?" The professor ignored the increasing murmurs coming from the class in front of him and looked at his assistant.

"The BAU. Agent Hotchner just called. They found Katrina and Reid. They're alive."

Daniel froze.

"Well will you look at that. Poppet's safe 'n' sound now, along wi' that peppy little pup of yours." Mrs. Lovett smiled at him. "Best be gettin' out to see 'er."

"Class dismissed." Daniel haphazardly tossed his notes together, shoved them into his bag, and grabbed his coat and scarf as he ran out of the room.

And right into Kate.

"Daniel, Garcia called-"

"They found them." He smiled at the short brunette with relief. "Katrina and Reid are alive."

Kate smiled widely, her brown eyes warm with happiness for her dear friend. No, she thought, he's more than a friend. "I'll get a plane to Pennsylvania."

Daniel gave her a quick kiss on the forehead and ran to Dean Paul Haley's office, leaving her grinning in the hall way for Lewicki to find her moments later and walk her back to her car.