I will sadly be unable to update until after some of my GCSE module's (my parents aren't letting me on my laptop unless it's revision... and I am not sneaky)... and right now I'm on my laptop whilst my parents are out... :( shame :(

I may be able to add little bits to my smaller fanfic, but this one is just a tad too long to be sneaky with... I'll still try to reply to reviews as best as I can XD

In bold is what Sam can hear over the mobile, or what they're texting to each other.

Chapter 11- the call

It took only a few more days for all three men to finally be released back into the 'free world' as Dean had stated. However they didn't look the most amazing group as they left the hospital building. Dean had a huge cast on one of his legs, Spencer was on crutches and looked worse for wear and Sam was plain old grumpy from Dean (and strangely Spencer's) incessant chatter.

Thankfully, as Reid was better off than both Sam and Dean combined they were able to acquire a decent hotel with three single beds in the same room (there was no point walking up and down to each other's rooms).

Sadly, Dean had somehow managed to get his way (as usual). Somehow convincing Sam that he should, in fact, be the one to tell Hotch that Reid would not be turning up to work for at least a few more days. Even though neither was pleased to be dealt the daunting task, as these profilers weren't the best people to lie to.

~ "Spence won't be able to come back to work for another week. Medical leave"~ Sam finally texted on Reid's phone. He was unsure what else to text to 'boss man', (who was otherwise referred to as 'Hotchner', 'Hotch', 'Aaron' or maybe even 'Mr. FBI dude' whenever Dean was concerned). So he just sighed and leaned back again the pillows on the motel's bed, hoping that he hadn't just made a huge mistake.

Immediately after the message was sent the phone began to ring. Maybe he was a 'concerned boss man' now? That probably wasn't the best idea... This was certainly showing emotions; whereas Spencer had explained to the group that Hotch was very emotionless... even likening him to some of the creatures they had met, but with less of the 'I'm going to kill you' and with more of the 'I will stare you to death, or talk you down from trying to explain how suits look silly on the beach'. But Sam hadn't even met the man; so he couldn't make any personal judgement. But he was waiting until one day he would hopefully be able to see him, without getting arrested...

Sam slowly drifted his figure over the 'except' button glaring at Dean in the process. "What the hell do you mean- medical leave? Who are you? Reid, Reid? Talk to me!" the agent chief demanded, the stubborn tone in his voice was now obvious to Sam. Sam was now regretting sending that message. He should have left it down to Dean- he did say he was going to do it didn't he?

Sam sighed and replied as soon as Hotch stopped his rant. "We were involved in a... bar fight," Sam explained thinking of a logical reason why Reid had gotten thrown out the window. And that did seem a logical explanation, didn't it? As Reid had been texting someone whilst they were in the bar (probably complaining about being there). "Don't worry, we won boss-man," Sam explained, a smirk in his voice. He turned to look over at Dean and Spencer, the latter who was looking annoyed at Sam's explanation and Dean was just egging him on.

Spencer would have probably wanted to go with the 'I fell down the stairs' excuse, which Sam knew didn't work (profilers were less gullible, and would be able to tell when Reid was obviously lying). As well as the fact that you can't sustain injuries like this just from falling down the stairs. "Sam! Give me my phone back!" Reid yelled trying fruitlessly to retrieve his phone, despite the fact that Dean was holding him back.

Sam was really trying not to laugh at them, as after a certain point a one-legged and a bandaged Reid tackling had to be seen as just a little bit funny... "See he's fine. He'll be back next week," Sam explained talking into the device in his hand (he was more accurately just talking at the device, rather than into it, as he had no regard for whether Hotch understood or not). He blatantly ignored Hotch's reply about their location and any other details, as Sam wanted Reid to abbreviate at a later date as this cover wasn't really up to him. Also he didn't really know what they perceived about Reid, as for all he knew Reid never showed to the team that he could shoot as well as any other trained man out there.

Sam just turned back to his two family members, a broad smile plastered across his features. "Spency, the Doc said not to walk much," Dean stated trying to pick up Reid who was making his way to Sam to retrieve his belongings.

"Prick," Reid grumbled trying to escape from Dean's annoyingly strong arms which were wrapped around his waist in a loose hold, which was tight enough that he couldn't get out easily.

"Jerk," Dean quipped in reply.

"Ass," Sam added, earning a glare from both participating parties. Sam put his hands up in defence and mouthed 'trying-to-help-the-cripple'.

Spencer just glared at Sam even more, annoyed to what Sam was referring to him as. "Idiots," he muttered wriggling away from his captor.

Dean just huffed and looked at Reid who was smirking at his escape; even though Dean had more-or-less just let him go. "That's a low blow," Dean mused glancing over at Sam.

In reply Reid just harrumphed clearly annoyed by Dean ganging up on him all of a sudden. "Shud'up," Reid snapped.

Then Dean just pushed Spencer carefully to the nearest bed, trying to prevent Spencer from getting even angrier at him in the process. "Sit your ass down," he began, looking down at Spencer, showing that this was final and not up to discussion. "Sam's telling your boss so they don't worry. Honestly... you wouldn't think you were used to us by now. Brothers won't let each other call others and mess about..." he explained authoritively trying to stop Reid from forming an excuse. If Dean used the 'brothers' word Spencer often gave up, as he thought it was extremely important having brothers there to protect each other. And arguing wasn't a way to help each other, it was often cruel, and something they shouldn't revert to as they had been way too much to have a fight between themselves. "Unless they've been an arse," Dean added, glancing across at Sam in the process.

Spencer just glanced up at Dean looking slightly offended that Dean had once again used that excuse on him. It was just getting old now. "Well? Ha! This was not my fault you know. I was in hospital for all my holiday time. This means I can't come hunting with you until I've made up the time. If you had just..." Spencer began. Sam suddenly realised he hadn't hung up and swore loudly, pressing the button quickly and grabbing Spencer and Dean's attention in the process, thus stopping Reid mid-flow.

He couldn't risk revealing something, and that really could have been a close call...

Reid just chuckled at Sam and flopped back against the headboard. "I need caffeine," he drawled motioning in the Winchester's direction. The two brothers just grinned and stared down at Reid.

Dean absent-mindedly switched the TV on flicking through the various channels and muttering about there being nothing interesting on which he wanted to watch (Spencer had already spotted at least 5 documentaries which looked interesting, but he wasn't going to say anything as he knew Dean despised learning while watching TV).

Sam just stood and left to recover some change out of the car, to try and get Spencer at least a little bit of coffee. As Reid was definitely more irritable without it.

There you go, another chapter... I'm rather happy now. It seems writing does make you excitable (that's not good).

Now back to the blasted revision. Au revoir mes amis... for a little while longer than I'd hope.

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