Hey, everyone. Here is the next chapter for you all. I hope you enjoy this chapter. I don't enjoy making you all cry, (secretly collects the tears in a jar and does a Dr Evil laugh). I've only ever killed Reid once and that was in a supernatural story. While I made people cry, I learned never to kill him again. I once received a lovely message telling me that if I ever killed him again, I'd have a mob of criminal mind fans marching to my house. I just like scaring you all. I already know I'm a sadistic woman. My mother confirmed that. Anyway, in the next few chapters you will see what the virus has done to his body and you'll see his whole family there for him. I know my writing isn't perfect but I do try to improve my writing as time goes on. My personal writing is better because I have much more time to spend on it. Enjoy and I look forward to hearing from you.

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Silence surrounded him, a bubble where the voices of others couldn't reach him. Dr Kimura called a new doctor and the man was now prodding and checking his hearing. The small plastic curve of a hearing aid came around his earlobe, the cold plastic making him smile. He loved the sensation as it slid over his skin. With the push of a switch, he began to hear a small hissing noise. Seconds later, he heard Morgan's familiar voice come through his ears.

"I can hear you, Morgan."

"I'll keep it at this setting," the doctor mumbled to himself before looking up. "Hello, Spencer. I'm Doctor Manson, how clearly can you hear us?"

"Very clearly," he smiled. "It's so good to hear again. What's wrong with my hearing?

"I'll keep looking into it. I suspect that the virus has damaged something. I don't know if the damage is repairable. Till I'll reach an official diagnosis, you can use these hearing aids. They're temporary but it's a good sign if you can hear using them. I'll let you rest and come back later."

"Thank you."

Resting back into his pillows, his entire body felt stiff. His muscles felt tight, sore and warm. Two strong arms descended and wrapped around his small frame. Morgan gave him a brotherly hug before returning to his seat. "What was that for?"

"I just had to do it," Morgan shrugged. "It's so nice to see you awake. You have no idea how close we came to losing you."

Reid touched the hearing aids and scrunched up his face.

"You okay, kid?"

"Some sounds are louder than others. Can I turn the monitor off?"

Morgan walked around the bed, pressed a few buttons and the beeping noise ceased. "Dr Kimura showed me how to do this. Once you became stable, they allowed us to turn down the noise from this."

"How long have I been asleep?"

"Two weeks, kid. Two very long weeks. How are you feeling?"

"Sore and the side of my stomach hurts."

"I need to talk to you about that," Morgan hesitated. He came to the side of the bed and gently lifted Reid's baggy shirt to show a bandage. "This is why it hurts."

Reid brought his hand to the bandage, running his fingers over the soft material. "What is that?"

"During the first week of your recovery, one of your kidneys began to shut down. They tried to save it with medication but it wasn't a possibility. They had to take it out. Your other kidney is functioning fine though, you can still live a normal life."

"Any other damage?" he questioned, his mind bringing more and more worries forth.

"You won't feel yourself for some time, your lungs received some damage. They're recommending you use an inhaler in the future and take it easy. Dr Kimura, told us that you are one hell of a fighter. I agree with her."

"Why?"

"Your heart stopped before we gave you the cure. They tried to bring you back but they couldn't. After they stopped, all that filled your room was the sound of the monitor, a sound that told us you had no heart beat. By a miracle, your heart started beating again. You held on for us to give you the cure."

Reid remembered the darkness, he would never forget. A smile graced his lips. "Henry."

"What?" Morgan asked.

"It wasn't me, it was Henry. When the dark came for me, he gave me a flashlight to keep it away. He saved my life."

"Oh my god!"

Both men focused on the door, both recognising Garcia's voice. Her heels rushed across the room, her colourful self reaching him in record time. Soft arms came around him and hugged him with an tight grip. "I love you," she cried gently. "Don't ever scare me like that again."

Ignoring the pain at his side, he hugged her back and cherished everything about her. The softness of her hair, the flowery perfume that made him want to sneeze and the colourful dress sense that always made him smile. Small things that were so big to him now.

"I'm sorry I scared you."

She came away with a big grin across her face. "We came so close to losing you. It's wonderful to see those big brown eyes again."

Her hand stroked his cheek and then settled on his ear, her fingers feeling along the hearing aid. "What are these for?"

"When he woke up, he couldn't hear anything. They gave him a temporary aid till they figure out if his hearing is repairable. If not, they'll fit him with a more stable hearing aid."

"It's a small price," Reid said. "I'm alive and I can see you all again. Who gave me the virus?"

"A man named Vincent McAllister, he infected you because he blames you for the death of his family."

"I remember him," Reid sighed. "Cassie McAllister, Paige McAllister and Ben McAllister. His wife, his daughter and his brother. It wasn't my fault. No matter what we gave the hostage taker, he grew more and more out of control."

"Pretty boy, we need to tell you something," Morgan said sadly.

"What?"

"Gideon got infected with the virus by Vincent. He didn't make it. He figured out who Vincent was though before he died. Without his help, we would never have found him in time to save you."

"Gideon's dead," he whispered.

"I'm sorry," Garcia tried to comfort.

"I think I need to go back to sleep," he spoke. He laid back against the pillows and closed his eyes.

Morgan and Garcia exchanged a look. One that didn't need words to show that they knew the sadness that Reid was feeling.

The next time his eyes fluttered open, he smiled. Henry climbed on the bed and hugged him. "I missed you, uncle Spence."

Reid brought him close. "I missed you too. Thank you, Henry."

"What for?" Henry quizzed, the curiosity every child had now graced his face.

"You kept me from going to a very bad place. I dreamed that we played at the park and that you protected me when a storm appeared. Thank you for keeping me safe, Henry."

"I'll protect you if you protect me," Henry grinned. "You told me that when I got sick."

He remembered the Henry in his mind saying the same words.

"Are you better?"

"I feel better," Reid nodded.

"You gave us a scare," JJ spoke up. "It's wonderful to see your eyes again. They've been closed for too long."

"JJ, I need to talk to you."

She understood what he wanted. "Will!"

Will came into the room. "Hey, Spencer. How you doing?"

"Getting there. Could you take Henry for something to eat? I need to talk to JJ about something."

"Sure," Will agreed. He swooped down and picked up his son.

"I want to stay," Henry pouted.

"I'll get you some ice cream," Will promised his son. "Don't worry, Spence isn't going anywhere."

Henry and Will left the room, leaving JJ alone with him. "Is Gideon really dead?" he asked.

"Spence, I'm really sorry. His son, Stephen, is arranging the funeral. He is going to scatter Gideon's ashes by the sea."

"He was a good man. He didn't deserve to die like that. I never want to feel like that again in my life. I hate that he died in so much pain. He may have left us,
but he still gave me direction in my life. He still came to help me when I was an addict. Did you know that he was the one who took me to my first addiction meeting? He walked me to the door and told me that every meeting was a wall I could put up against taking dilaudid again. He didn't come in. He said that this was a path he couldn't walk, I had to do it alone. I've always felt some anger at him for leaving but I also respected him for bringing me into the BAU. I found my family there. I found all of you ready to accept me for who I was."

JJ walked to the bed and sat on the edge. She pressed the blue button and raised the back of the bed. "It's okay to do what I know you want to do."

A small tear slid down his cheek. "He was a good man, he didn't deserve to die like that, trapped in his own body at the end."

"Vincent will pay for what he has done. I know this, Spence. Gideon knew that you were in danger and one the last acts in his life was to give us Vincent's name. Without him, we would never have found the cure in time. One of his last acts was to make sure you survived this."

JJ brought her arms around him and began to comfort him. She felt more tears hit her shirt. "It's okay. I know you're going to miss him. We all will. It's okay to let it out."

A few hours later

Reid opened his eyes, he didn't remember falling asleep. Taking a deep breath, he turned and felt happiness flow through him as he watched his friend flip through a gossip magazine. "Are you timing how long it take me to read an article, Dr Reid?"

"Emily," he laughed gently. Throwing the magazine aside, she sat next to him and brought him into a strong hug. "I've missed you."

"I missed you too," she said. Coming away, she kissed his forehead and cradled his face. "I'm so happy that you're awake."

"When did you arrive?"

"Two weeks ago, I've been crashing at Garcia's apartment since then. I've gained a pound eating all the food she cooks. I was so worried about you on the plane. When I landed, you already had the cure and you began improving."

"Are you staying for a while?"

"A few more weeks," she assured him. "Interpol can survive without me for a while. I had a family emergency."

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