DISCLAIMER: I do not own Criminal Minds, nor and I making any money from this story.

A/N: So this is the end! Thanks you so much to everyone who reviewed! Hope you all enjoy and sorry for all the cliff-hangers over the last few chapters :) Hehehe... Medical notes at the end of the chapter cos I don't wanna give anything away ;)

WANTED – Chapter Eight

The team silently followed the doctor into a more private waiting area. The heavy silence that had encompassed the group in the main waiting area followed them through the double doors.

"Please," the doctor said. "Take a seat." He waited for the group to sit down before continuing. "I'm Doctor Hall. I'm the doctor that treated Spencer." The middle aged man said.

"Is he Ok?" Hotch asked, seemingly the only person who could find their voice.

Hall took a deep breath before speaking. "Spencer suffered extreme blood loss. His body had gone into Hypovolemic Shock. He went into cardiac arrest when he arrived at the hospital." He waited a few moments to allow the group to absorb the information. "He's been given a blood transfusion, but until we can get some more type-specific blood from the blood bank he'll be very weak."

"But he's alive?" JJ asked, her voice a mix of fear and hope.

Hall nodded. "The bullet missed his organs and was mainly tissue damage which had been repaired in surgery." He explained. "The blood loss is our main cause for concern."

"But he'll be ok?" Garcia asked, her voice barely a whisper. She'd managed to stop crying but her cheeks were still stained with tears.

"Spencer lost over thirty percent of his blood. He's very lucky to be alive at all." Hall said, looking around the group. "Having said that, all of his organ functions seem to be ok. We'll monitor them for a few days just to make sure. "

"He'll be ok though?" Hotch asked, running a hand through his hair.

Hall nodded. "He's sedated at the moment." He answered. "Like I said he'll feel weak for a few days until his haemoglobin count settles down to its normal level, and he'll need more blood after we receive the type specific from the blood bank. We'll keep him in for a while to monitor him but he should be fine." He smiled at the group, glad that he was able to give them good news.

"Thank you, doctor." Hotch said, sighing in relief.

"There is one more thing." Hall said, hesitating before he spoke. "Attempted suicides do require a mandatory Psych Evaluation. The injury to his wrist..."

"He didn't do it." Morgan interrupted.

"He was attacked," Rossi explained. "It was made to look self inflicted."

The doctor nodded. "I'm sorry," he said. "I have to ask." The group murmured their understanding. "I'll send a nurse in to fetch you when it's ok to visit him."

The group thanked the doctor again and he left them in silence.

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A few hours later a nurse had come to tell them they could visit Reid. Although at first the nurse had insisted that they visit one at a time, the team – with a little nagging from Reid too – had managed to convince the nurse to allow them all in together, on the condition they stay no longer than ten minutes.

Hotch was first in the room, followed by Prentiss. She was shocked by how pale he looked. He looked as if he hadn't slept for days. He was propped up a little in the bed. A large bandage covered his left wrist; an IV was attached to his arm as well as several wires which ran from under his hospital gown to nearby monitors.

Morgan, who had entered the room behind Rossi and Garcia, was the first to speak. "You look like hell, Man." He said, smiling at the younger man.

"Thanks." Reid replied. His voice was quiet, just above a whisper, but they could all hear the relief in it. Clarridge had been arrested, as had Elizabeth Michaels. Everyone knew that he hadn't been on some deranged killing rampage. He smiled the team.

"How you feeling?" JJ asked, entering after Morgan and walking to stand next to Hotch at the head of the bed.

Reid shrugged. "Tired," He admitted. "But ok." He was just glad it was over. It had only been one day. That was all. One day that had turned his life upside down and nearly killed him. But now it was over.

"Clarridge is being charged with all four murders." Rossi said, "The women and Rothbarth."

"Yea," Prentiss said. "And Michaels is being evaluated as we speak to see if she's mentally sound. But chances are she'll go away for a long time too." She smiled and patted Reid on his leg. "I'm glad you're ok." She said.

Reid smiled before his face turned serious. He turned to face Garcia. "I think I need to but you a new sofa." He said, half smiling.

"Sweetheart," Garcia replied, "I need a new apartment!" She smiled. "No way am I staying where someone tried to kill my little G-Man." She shook her head. "Nope."

"Sorry, I..." Reid began, but Garcia cut him off.

"No, no, no." She said. "No sorrys, ifs, buts or maybes. But you will help me go apartment hunting when you get out of this place." She smiled again.

Reid smiled back, chuckling a little. He was glad to see the team, that Clarridge and Michaels had been caught, but he was just so tired.

Hotch noticed the younger man seemed to be struggling to stay awake. "I think we should all let Reid get some rest." He said to the team, "We'll come by tomorrow." He said to Reid.

"Thanks, Hotch." Reid said, looking awkward for a few moments. "For not just giving up on me."

Hotch smiled one of his rare smiles. "Any time, Reid. Just try not to get accused of murder again?"

"Yea," Prentiss chuckled. "Especially not by the daughter of a dead murderer intent on destroying your life..."

"You say that like there's a good way to be accused of murder." Rossi said, smiling at the dark haired woman.

"See you, Reid." Hotch said, still smiling at the comments made by his team.

"See you tomorrow." Prentiss added.

"Yea," Rossi said, "Take it easy, kiddo."

The three left the room, leaving Garcia, JJ and Morgan. Reid turned to face Garcia. "Thank you." He said to her.

He didn't need to say more. She knew what he meant. She let a tear fall down her cheek. She thought back to that afternoon when he'd turned up at her apartment, covered in blood. She dreaded the thought of going back there, knowing what she would find. She bent down and kissed his forehead. "Anytime, cupcake." She said. "But just try not to get shot again, ok?" She smiled. He smiled back and she left the room.

JJ watched Garcia go and turned to face the bed. "Reid... I..." She had hardly spoken since they had been at the hospital. She was still unable to get the image of Reid, surrounded in blood, out of her head. She still couldn't get rid of the feeling of dread and fear she felt when she thought she'd been too late, that the paramedics wouldn't make it in time. She still had to keep glancing at her hands to remind herself that she had washed the blood off and that they were at the hospital and Reid was ok. He would be ok. She wiped away a tear before it could fall. "I'm so glad you're ok." She said, her voice cracking slightly at the end of her sentence. She kissed him on the cheek. "I'll see you tomorrow, ok." She smiled at him.

Reid smiled back. "Thank you." He said, his voice still quiet. "For..." He shrugged. "You know." He couldn't remember much after Elizabeth had attacked him, but he could remember JJ's voice. He didn't know what she'd been saying to him, but he knew she'd been there.

She smiled at him again, saying her goodbyes and leaving the room.

Morgan watched her go and then turned to face Reid. "I'm glad you're ok." He said, moving closer to the bed.

"So am I." Reid said, closing his eyes. He was tired, he just wanted to sleep.

"I, erm..." Morgan shifted uncomfortable. "I owe you an apology."

"What?" Reid said, sounding confused. He opened his eyes to look at the older Agent.

"I..." He cleared his throat. "I doubted you, Man." He said, looking down at the floor. "I'm sorry."

"Morgan, it's..."

"No," Morgan interrupted. "It's not ok. You're my teammate, my friend. And I..." He looked up at Reid. "I thought the worst thing possible to think about a person. And even if it was only for a split second, which it was, I still doubted you." He smiled sadly. "For a couple of minutes I though you'd lost it and gone off the deep end." He shook his head. "I'm sorry, Reid. I don't know..."

"Morgan," Reid interrupted. His voice was still quiet, but Morgan stopped talking. "It's ok. Honestly." He thought for a second about what to say, Morgan watched him silently. "You all know my Mom's sick." He said after a few minutes. "There's always the chance I could be too. It was a conclusion than anyone would have come too." He smiled at the older man. "To tell you the truth, I thought I'd gone mad and done it too at one point so other people thinking it..." He shrugged. "Michaels planned it to look like I'd had some sore of mental break. It's not your fault... and you kept looking." Morgan shifted a little. "You only let it pass through your mind and to be honest, seeing the thing we do?" Reid shrugged.

"Still, Man. I know you. I know you'd never..." Morgan shrugged to finish his sentence.

"Morgan," Reid said, "If you hadn't known me, if I'd just been some guy with mental illness in my family, who's DNA had been found at the crime scene. Who had no memory of where he was at the time of the murder and managed to escape two cops, apparently killing one in the process. Would the though pass your through your mind then?"

Morgan smiled. "Yea, it would."

Reid smiled back. "You don't need to be sorry, Morgan." He said, "Just because you know me didn't make it any less likely. In fact, I think what happened was significantly less likely than that outcome."

Morgan laughed a little. "So we're good?"

Reid nodded. Morgan noticed that the younger man was now fighting to keep his eyes open. "I'll let you get some rest." He said, heading towards the door. "I'll see you tomorrow, ok?" He turned back to face Reid, but he was already asleep. Morgan smiled. "Ok then," He said to himself. "See you tomorrow, kid."

He left the room to find the rest of the team. Reid was ok. He was going to be fine. And he wasn't mad at him. Morgan felt the guilt and anger within him fade a little. The day, possible the worst day he could recall in a long time, was over.

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You should know by now, I don't have it in me to kill Reid!

So, few medical notes: as you know, I'm not a doctor. And although I looked a few things up you may need to suspend belief a little. Now, I also found out that the human body has (on average) 10 pints of blood. You can loose aroung 5% without many side effects, and up to 25% of this and survive (but you'd be pretty sick!) Also, the faster you loose the blood the sicker you'd be. However a woman (I forget where from!) lost 75% of her blood and survived! Wow! And, although the majority of blood groups can receive Type O blood, doctors prefer to give Type-Specific; as your body can reject blood if it's a different group (I didn't know that!)

Hope you enjoyed. All your reviews and adds really mean a lot and thank you so much! You'll be hearing from me soon! Until next time, take care! xx