AN: Thanks for being such wonderful readers! This story will probably be redone at a later date. I've barely read through it because I've been trying to update so quickly, so I apologize for any mistakes. Have fun watching the new episode tonight!

Previously:

A few minutes later, two ambulances pulled up. Surprisingly, Marchesi was still alive. They loaded him into one ambulance while the paramedics from the other ambulance pried Megan from Colby's protective grasp.

"Sir, you need to let go," one told him.

"We can't help her until you let us," said the other one.

Finally, Colby allowed them to help him lay her on the stretcher and then climbed into the ambulance after her.

The medic shrugged and slammed the doors.

The Madness of Megan Reeves

Chapter Nine: Return

Don and David followed the ambulance to the hospital where they were met by Charlie and Amita after a call from Don.

"How is she?" Amita asked breathlessly as they rushed in.

Don shrugged. "We don't know anything yet. I called you as soon as I knew what hospital they were taking her to."

They entered the waiting room to find Colby already there, his head in his hands, his clothes stained in his friend's blood.

Almost two hours later, a doctor appeared in the doorway. "Family of Megan Reeves?"

Alan was the first to stand. He had arrived half an hour after Megan had been brought in. "We're her family."

"Dr. Erica Woodard." She held out her hand for all of them to shake. She didn't comment on Colby's clothes.

"Ms. Reeves is awake, and she has no permanent physical damage," she said. "However, the emotional trauma is immense. I can't get her to talk to me, but I do know that she was raped several times." She looked at them sympathetically. "It will take her a while to recover. Ms. Reeves was also severely dehydrated, and I don't believe that she's eaten in several days. She's not reacting well to men at the moment either, so I think it best of just you go in to see her at first." She nodded to Amita who looked startled but agreed immediately.

"Thank you," Don said before Dr. Woodard shook their hands a second time and led Amita away.

"Oh, God." Alan sank into a chair.

The others followed suit.

"What do we do?" asked David.

"I don't think there's anything we can do," said Charlie.

"We'll support her," Don suggested. "It's the only thing we can give her."

Colby stared at the floor.

Amita nervously followed Dr. Woodard through the corridors. "What can I do for her?" she asked.

Dr. Woodard smiled gently. "Just be her friend. Be normal. Normality is something she'll crave after an ordeal like this. Not too much physical contact unless Megan initiates it. It could upset her."

Amita nodded and took a deep breath as the doctor stopped in front of a room. She pushed the door open slowly. "Megan," she said softly. "You have a visitor."

It broke Amita's heart to see her friend like this. Megan didn't react in the slightest to the doctor's voice. She simply stared out the window, her expression blank. Dr. Woodard gave Amita a reassuring smile and left them alone.

Amita sat down in the chair next to Megan's bed. "Megan? Everybody's here. We're all really worried about you."

Megan slowly turned to face her, tears filled her eyes. "I don't know what to do," she whispered brokenly.

Amita couldn't help it. She perched on the edge of the bed and pulled her friend into a hug. She was glad when Megan hugged her back. They stayed that way a long time.

"I can't face them, Amita," Megan finally whispered through her sniffles.

"Why not?" Amita asked quietly.

"I just can't."

Amita nodded in acceptance.

The women sat in silence for several hours. It was late when Megan finally spoke again. "Will you bring them in?"

Amita looked at her. "The guys?"

Megan nodded.

"Are you sure?"

Megan nodded again.

"Okay." Amita gave her a small hug. "I'll be right back.

When Amita reached the waiting room, she was pleased to see that someone had bright Colby a change of clothes. Nothing had changed since she'd left except that Don and David each had a cup of coffee.

When the spotted her, all five men jumped to their feet and peppered her with questions.

Amita held up her hand. "She wants to see you. Follow me. I don't know anything except that she's scared. Don't ask her anything. She'll tell us when she's ready." She glared until they all nodded in agreement.

Amita led them through the halls until they arrived at Megan's room. She entered first and sat in her chair, taking Megan's hand.

Alan was the first to approach her. "Megan, I was so worried about you." He hugged her gently before stepping back and allowing the others to hug her. Everyone noticed how stiff Megan was as she received them, especially Megan herself. She hated herself for acting that way with her closest friends. They wanted nothing but the best for her, and they were there to help, but she couldn't shake the horrible feeling that Marchesi might come back for her.

Colby was the last to come forward. He hugged her for a long time, and when Megan started to pull back he held on tighter. Megan started to panic, but he began talking to her, his voice low enough that only she could hear. "It's okay. I promise I'll never let him hurt you again. Nothing bad is going to happen. Let me help you, Megan."

Just as Amita and the others were about to force Colby to let her go, Megan began to calm. Colby moved so that he was sitting on the bed next to her and continued to hold her. Gradually they started a general conversation, everyone steering clear of anything to do with the last few days.

About half an hour later, Charlie looked over at Megan and found that she had fallen asleep with her head on Colby's shoulder. Colby was drifting of with his head against hers. Charlie smiled and motioned to the others. Amita grinned widely. Already, Megan had made immense progress in her recovery, and Amita was proud of her.

Dr. Erica Woodard was exhausted after pulling a double shift. On her way out, she decided to check in on her most heartbreaking patient the FBI agent. Megan Reeves had been kidnapped, held captive, and raped for three days. It must have seemed like an eternity. Erica quietly pushed open the door to the darkened room. She was shocked to see it full of people, but she was thrilled to see Megan curled up in the arms of the man that had been covered in blood. The others were sprawled in various chairs around the room, each as close to her bed as they could get. Erica smiled. Whether they were her biological relatives or not, the woman's family would help her every step of the way. Erica left the hospital with a large smile on her face. Megan Reeves would be just fine.