Disclaimer: See chapter 1

A/N: Thanks to all who took the time to read and review.

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"Code blue to room 411," could be heard over the intercom as Garcia and Emily sat in chairs in Reid's room. Morgan had left only a short time before the two women arrived. Reid was beginning to feel they were keeping vigil over him in assigned shifts.

"Guys, you don't have to spend all your time here. It's not the most exciting place on earth. Doesn't Hotch need you for something?" Reid asked from a recliner chair in his room. He no longer wore the nasal cannula but still had his IV for administration of the medication that had saved his life. As much as it annoyed him, he supposed he shouldn't complain considering the alternative. He wore a brown robe over his hospital gown and pajama pants.

"Reid, we came so close to losing you sweet cheeks; don't try and stop us from seeing you," Garcia replied. "Now, is there anything you need?"

Was there anything he needed? Reid looked around the room at all the decorations, the fruit basket and cookies, their abundance shrinking as he continued to devour them, to the discman that Hotch had brought him with the The Lord of the Rings trilogy on CD, well thirteen CDs to be exact. He'd found Ian Holm's voice describing the exploits of Frodo Baggins and company lulled him to sleep at night. Morgan had brought him his laptop, so he could work on a paper for his philosophy course, and some magazines. He'd kept Popular Science and Scientific American on his bedside table top. The other one he kept in his drawer. He was terrified the nurses would see it and think he was a pervert though Morgan swore he only bought it for him because the articles were good. He would have thrown it out but he didn't want the housekeeper who emptied the trash to think he was a pervert either.

What he needed most was the one thing he couldn't ask for. His gun, his badge and anything else in his possession at the time of his infection had been taken for autoclaving and would be returned to him he'd been told. It wasn't that he had a strong desire for his gun or his badge at that moment but he badly wanted his one year medallion, especially here where the nurses were constantly asking him if he wanted Morphine. What was it with them. Did they have stock in some pharmaceutical company or something? "Uh…well there is one thing you could do for me."

"Name it Reid," Emily replied.

Reid opened the drawer of his nightstand and withdrew an envelope. "One of the nurses got me some paper and an envelope," he handed Emily the envelope that was addressed to Dianna Reid. "I missed a couple of days there and I'm sure she'll be wondering. I write to her every day. I don't want her to worry. With her paranoia she…she imagines the worst. I couldn't tell her what happened so I told her I got really busy with a case."

"Sure Reid, we'll mail it as soon as we leave," Emily said as Dr. Kimura walked into the room.

"Hello Agent Prentiss, Miss Garcia," the doctor said. She looked different from the last time Emily had seen her. Her hair was still styled back off her face but unlike before it was not rolled into a tight chignon at the back of her neck but fell down her back in a French braid. Today she was clad in a gold colored tank with a straight navy skirt that fell to her knee showing off a pair of shapely legs that ended in low navy pumps. Her stethoscope was once again wound around her neck.

"Oh, you probably need us to go so you can examine Reid," Emily said.

Garcia looked at Reid who was smiling at the doctor as she entered the room. Was it her imagination or did Reid seem to sit up a little straighter in his chair.

"No that's fine, you visit. Dr. Reid needs his visits from friends. I'll be here well into the night. I can come back later and check him over."

"Well if you're sure," Emily replied although from the way Dr. Kimura looked at Reid, like he was a chocolate sundae and she was on a strict diet, she thought the good doctor was already doing a pretty good job of checking Reid out.

"Yes, I'm sure, enjoy your visit," Linda Kimura said as she turned and left the room. Garcia thought Reid seemed to enjoy watching her walk away.

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When the women got into Emily's car a while later Garcia asked, "Did you see what I just saw?"

"That Dr. Kimura looked at Reid like he was a banquet lunch you mean?" Emily replied.

Garcia nodded, "And did you see the way Reid smiled when she came into the room. But more importantly, did you notice him when she left. He was checking out her legs and her booty!"

Emily giggled, "Reid's so intellectual. I don't think I've ever seen him check out a woman's butt before."

"Intellectual or not," Garcia added, "he's still a guy."

"So, do you think something's going on there?" Emily wondered with a smirk.

"I don't know, she's a little bit old for Reid isn't she?"

"You know, I could definitely see Reid with an older woman. He had to grow up so young. He's never been the mental age of his contemporaries. And Linda Kimura is right up his alley, clearly very intelligent, very pretty and I'd also say, obviously interested in him."

Garcia mulled over what Emily had said. "Okay, I'll grant you our sweet boy is an old soul compared to his piers but when it comes to romance, he's way behind."

"That's why I think someone like Linda Kimura would be good for him. She's not a young girl. She's looking for different things. She and Reid mesh on an intellectual level. And let's face it, it wouldn't be the first time an intense situation has brought two people together."

"If they mesh on such an intellectual level, why did they look like they wouldn't mind jumping each other?" Garcia laughed. "But yeah," she agreed, "it was the two of them working together that found out about the people in the bookstore. They were together in Nichols' house where Reid helped figure out who Brown was and led Dr. Kimura to find the cure. She was the one who took care of him when we couldn't be there for him so, yeah, I can see this bringing them together."

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JJ sat in the break room and listened to Emily and Garcia expound on their theory of Reid hooking up with Dr. Kimura. "Well, I guess the tenseness of a case could bring the two of them together," she said as she thought of the picture of Henry and herself that sat on her desk. Her son was living proof of that wasn't he? "I can't see Reid asking her out. He's just so shy with women, well, in social situations I mean."

"Maybe the lovely Dr. Kimura will take care of that. She let her hair down, so to speak, and showed a little leg. I don't know if she was actually dressed to flirt with him or just wanted to show him what was available," Emily replied.

"Or, it could be something as simple as she chose to wear a skirt today and have nothing to do with Reid." JJ played devil's advocate.

"You didn't see the way they looked at one another. So, how long do we give it?" Garcia got up and began pacing by the table. "If she doesn't call him in a week after he's out, maybe we should give him a little nudge."

"We're not actually the best ones to do that Garcia," JJ reasoned.

"You mean Morgan? Should we let Morgan in on this? He'll only tease Reid mercilessly," Emily remarked.

"Let Morgan in on what?" Morgan said from the doorway.