A/N: I'm sorry this is so short. I tried to stretch it out, but it just wouldn;t cooperate. Plus, I wanted to post a chapter before I go out of town tomorrow, as I won't have internet access. I hope you enjoy this, and I will try to write a chapter to post when I get back to civilization. Merry Christmas! (All I want for Christmas are a few little reviews...?)

Trevor didn't say a word about his sister's driving, but Morgan watched his knuckles clench on the "holy crap" bar over the door. So, apparently a person doesn't get used to the maniacal driving. It only got worse with him in the cramped back seat of the truck with Reid. The younger man grabbed his arm when she turned a particularly sharp curve, and Morgan smiled grimly at him.

All three men breathed a silent sigh of relief as they pulled into the hospital parking lot. Teri didn't seem to notice or she was used to Trevor trying to hide his panic, so she didn't mention it. She just got out and headed for the glass double doors. The guys caught up with her when she stopped to enter the 5-digit code to open them. She turned to Morgan. "9-1-1-0-0, just in case you need to get in without me."

He nodded, and followed the girl and her brother into the ER. Morgan had been in hundreds of emergency rooms, but never one this small. Or this deserted. There was only one person there, a blond man sitting at the desk working a suduko puzzle. He looked up when the doors opened, and smiled at them. "Hey, kids! How's my favorite paramedic crew today? You have something for us? You didn't call in."

Trevor shook his head. "Not here with the ambulance today, Doc. Sheriff's business."

The doctor's smile faded, and he saw Morgan and Reid behind the Mitchells. He got to his feet, took off the wire-framed reading glasses he was wearing to work his puzzle and set them on the desk. Wiping his hands on his mismatched scrubs, he held his hand to the agents. "Bobby Newswanger. I sort of run the ER."

Morgan shook his hand first, then Reid. "Agents Derek Morgan and Spencer Reid, FBI."

"You're here about the murders?" He looked around. "I'm sorry, where are my manners? Have a seat." He sat back down and gestured to the rolling chairs sitting around the desk.

Morgan finally placed the doctor's accent. "You're from Chicago, aren't you?"

Doc smiled again. "That obvious?"

The agent nodded. "To someone else from the Windy City, you bet! Born and raised there myself."

"Really?" Doc asked. "I just moved here about a year ago. My younger brother was- Teri, put that down! It's worth more than your best ambulance!" Teri blushed and put down the fiber optic laryngoscope she had been playing with. Doc relented. "Tell you what, bring me in someone you haven't tubed yet that needs it and I'll let you use it, OK?" That seemed to satisfy her so she sat down and soon she and Trevor were deeply involved in a game of Spider on the computer. "Anyway, I moved here about a year ago. My little brother, Ben, lost both of his legs in Afganistan. It was just too much to try to handle in the city, so we moved out here. I take care of him, and we get along good here."

"Wow," said Morgan. "I'm sorry."

The doctor shrugged. "We play the hand we're dealt. That's what life is. So, what can I do to help you?"

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They were all exhausted at the day's end, and Reid and Morgan were just settling in to their room at the Clayton Lodge when there was a knock at the door. Morgan threw his t-shirt back on as Reid opened the door, one hand on his gun. He was stunned as he opened it to see Teri, Trevor, and Doc standing on the step. Trevor had a DVD player, Teri had a few DVDs, and Doc held three pizza boxes.

"Um…come in…?" Reid stammered."

Teri smiled. "Thought you guys could use a break. You said you'd never seen Lethal Weapon-"

"Which should be a cardinal sin!" Doc interjected

"-So we thought we'd give you a proper Clayton welcome," she finished. "Go get agent Hotchner and the girls, and let's eat!"