Reid had felt a little guilty about shooting his friend, and yes he had been worried about Morgan recognizing him, but hey it was dark. Reid climbed on his bike and started the engine, turning back to give Derek a lazy salute before driving away. He had never even thought that Hotch would be behind him. Reid had been too caught up in playing Gray that he didn't notice the leader of the team sneak up behind him. He was already zooming away when the first shot whizzed past, he wasn't so lucky with the second bullet.

Reid had felt a pressure in the back of his head that caused him to lose control of his bike. He wasn't aware that he was crashing and was quite shocked when his body hit the ground at full force after flipping off the motor cycle. He did notice when his shoulder popped out of place though, although after that it was a bit murky. He knew his ribs had been either broken or cracked, and he knew that he landed in a position that would make finding a pulse difficult. After all when one arm and or hand is squished underneath the armpit, it cuts off blood flow and makes it seem like there is no pulse.

After Reid laid there for a little bit and heard the voices of Morgan and Hotch above him, he started losing consciousness. He passed out when he heard someone yelling 'no'.

...

The first thing he was aware of was the sound of an engine; the second was an astonished voice. He only caught a few words though.

"He... Lucky... Head could've been... That's one hell of a helmet... Bitch." Reid knew that voice, it belonged to Darius. That meant someone had rescued him from the alley where he had been shot. It was most likely Charlie who coerced the two other guards into helping him. Reid was slowly coming into the conscious world when he heard slow counting.

"3, 2, 1." Charlie said as she pushed hard on his shoulder, popping it back into place. That effectively shook Reid from his slow awaken and had him scream in pain whilst shooting up into a sitting position.

"Son of a bitch!" Reid shouted a grasped at his throbbing shoulder. It was then that he noticed he probably shouldn't have sat up that fast. The world was spinning and tilting at odd angles and his head pounded in a way that screamed concussion.

"Lie down Reid." Charleston told him sharply as she pushed his shoulders down. The room or van technically was still spinning, just not as bad.

"Wha?" Was all Reid managed to get out in some form of a question.

"You fell off your bike; hit your head pretty hard." Charleston muttered as she tried to get a hold of the bleeding in his side.

"Not to mention you got shot. Dude you were so lucky! The bullet got caught in the helmet lining! That's one hell of a helmet, where did you even get it?" Darius asked him incredulously. Reid just shook his head slowly, feeling himself passing out again. He got one last look of Charlie in and then drifted off to la la land.

When Reid came to again, he was lying on his bed in his apartment. He expected to see Charlie hovering over him, but instead he saw Adhey. The man had an intense expression on his face, as if he were concentrating on something very difficult. It was then that Reid felt the intense pain in his side and noticed that Adhey was stitching him up, without pain killers. Spencer groaned in pain and tried to move away from the man causing him harm, but there were hands holding him down as well as a body sitting on his legs.

"Spencer just stay still!" Charlie told him, she didn't want him to hurt himself more. When she called Adhey and explained the situation, he had been in and out of consciousness, but there was one constant thing he kept mumbling. He told Charlie he didn't want any narcotic pain meds, but once he was more awake, Charlie had forced Advil on him. That was before Adhey had gotten to the apartment.

"Make him stop..." Reid mumbled. Charlie rolled her eyes and adjusted herself on Reid to get a tighter hold of him.

"Oh c'mon, take it like a man." She told him, he just groaned in response.

"Maybe you should knock him out." Adhey said quietly, Charlie just shrugged and looked over to see how far done he was.

"You're almost done; he can handle it, right Spence?" Charlie asked and gripped his wrists that much tighter.

"Y-yes." Reid ground out, realizing he was showing weakness, the one thing he never liked to do.

"A-and, if yo-you were gonna knock me... OWT! You would make me hurt ev-even m-more." Reid said around the yelps and winces in his voice. He felt more than heard Charlie laugh from where she was sitting on him.

"Yeah I probably would punch you." She told him and then looked at Adhey, he was finished and was placing the bandage over the now sewn up wound.

"Alright, Spencer, it is finished." The spiritual man told him quietly. Spencer nodded and noticed Charlie had left her perch atop his body. He started sitting up slowly, but as soon as he tried the pain in his abdomen was too much and he fell back down.

"What's the diagnosis?" Spencer asked as he tried to sneak a peek at his body. There were white bandages wrapped around his ribs, he could feel a bandage on his head and the stitches in his side made him uncomfortable.

"Well, your good old boss shot you in the back of the head." Reid's eyes widened in reaction to Charlie's words, if he had been shot in the head how was he still alive? What type of brain damage had been done?

"Calm down babe, the bullet somehow got caught in your helmet lining and the force behind the bullet sent you forward. You flipped your bike on a garbage can, dislocated your shoulder, busted 3 ribs and cracked 2, smacked your head into the ground resulting in a mild concussion and finally ripped open your side which Adhey just took care of." Charlie listed. Reid didn't even realize his should was dislocated, slowly he tried to move his left arm, it didn't hurt, he tried his right, white hot pain spiked through his body, making him gasp.

"You idiot, don't try to move it." He heard Charlie mutter. He just groaned in response.

"Get some sleep, I'll still be here when you wake up, but Adhey is leaving, don't want to make anyone suspicious..." Charlie trailed off after realizing Reid had already succumbed to sleep.

...

"They found blood at the scene." Emily told Hotch as they walked down the hospital corridor to pick up Morgan who had been forced to go to a doctor to get his shoulder checked out.

"Good, hopefully we can find out who it was I shot, although I'm quite certain it was Reid Gray." Hotch muttered, a little distracted. Morgan had told him while in the ambulance, that the man had sounded overly familiar. Hotch had wrote it off as the pain affecting his judgement at the time, but it was still nagging at him.

Upon arriving at Morgan's room, they were met with him already dressed and rearing to go. His arm was in a sling to prevent any unnecessary movement and to help him get better faster due to his insistent need to be in the field.

"You ready to go?" Hotch asked. Morgan nodded and grabbed his coat. Thankfully nobody tried to put him in a wheel chair or he would have punched someone, good arm in a sling or not. As the FBI agents walked from the hospital, they did not utter a single word, all were too wrapped up in the fact they had no idea who Hotch had recently shot.

"You sure it was Reid Gray who shot you?" Prentiss finally asked as the dark federal looking SUV drove away from the hospital.

"I think it was, although, didn't we profile him as a narcissistic killer?" Hotch looked at him through the rear view mirror.

"Yes we did."

"Then why didn't he kill me? He would have obviously taken pride in the kill and especially in the fact that he killed an FBI agent." Morgan speculated. Prentiss nodded in the front, agreeing with him.

"Maybe he was showing us that he could have killed you but chose not to, maybe he gets more satisfaction in controlling death." Hotch said. It was a possibility, yet they had no idea what had truly being going on in the psychopath's head.

"How long ago did they take the blood sample to be tested?" Emily suddenly asked, snapping everyone out of their daze.

"I think it was about two hours ago..." Hotch muttered, they were approaching the hotel where the rest of the team had gathered to get some sleep.

Finally driving up to the hotel, Hotch parked the car and got out. Emily helped Morgan out from the back, despite his protests. Hotch just smiled at how they looked like a family at that moment. Although the family moments the team used to have barely ever happened any longer, due to the youngest leaving the team. Hotch felt guilty about it every day. Suddenly Hotch looked up and realized he was at his room door, shocked he looked to see Morgan and Emily saying good night to him and setting off to their separate rooms. Shoving his key card into the slot and opening the door his eyes were met with the same cold hotel room as every other he had been at.

Before Hotch finally retired for bed he read over the case file once more, like always. He didn't find anything new or have any new epiphanies, so he closed the file, turned the light off, and closed his eyes.

The next thing he knew, Hotch was being woken by the incessant ringing of his cell phone. Reaching to the night stand and flipping on the light, he grabbed his phone and read the caller ID, it was Garcia.

"Hotchner, Garcia what's up?" He answered with his name and then the tired groggy question.

"The... the bl-blood te-test..." She sobbed into the phone. Hotch immediately sat board straight in bed.

"What about it?" Hotch asked urgently.

"It...It was Re-Reid's!" She cried even harder. He was shocked, why would she cry about a... Suddenly it dawned on him why she might be crying.

"Reid who, Penelope!" Hotch all but yelled into the phone.

"Our Reid, Spencer Reid!"

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Dear god that was dramatic. Sorry again, I suck at updating. I really love all you guys though and thank you so much for pestering me to post another chapter! R&R!

~Love SpiderKate