Chapter 6

Author's note: I am glad you guys are enjoying the story and all the reviews are appreciated. Sorry if you got attached to Olivia. Like is said, sometimes they die in the end. I know things got heated between Morgan and Reid in Chapter 5 and it may not seem believable for Morgan to say those things. That's what fan fiction is for anyway, right? I don't think Morgan would EVER say anything like that to Reid, just bare with me until the end and I hope to not disappoint.

Also, can only tell someone so much, so some of what happens in this chapter may not be completely accurate. I did try to do as much research as possible, but I am NOT a doctor :)

Seaver rolled the window down allowing the fresh air to fill her lungs. Rossi studied her from the driver's seat. They were on their way to the hospital, following Hotch and Prentiss in another SUV. "You want me to turn up the AC?"

"Oh," Seaver shrugged, "No thanks, I just wanted some fresh air." She rolled the window up until it was just cracked.

"You ok?" Rossi peered at her.

"Yeah," She sighed. "It's just…" She began.

"It's just what?" Rossi prompted.

"I feel like I am in the dark about something big," She paused. "I know about having a dark past. I know about having secrets, and I would never ask you to betray Reid's trust. If you feel like you can tell me what happened, would you?"

Rossi shifted in his seat, adjusting his grip on the steering wheel. He was quite for so long that Seaver didn't think he was going to tell her. Then he started talking, "It started before I was on the team. Reid had been kidnapped by a man named Tobias Hankel. He was suffering from Disassociated Identity Disorder and was living as 3 different people. I won't go into all the details, but his mind had fractured when he killed his abusive father. He had been using drugs to escape the abuse for years." Seaver sat silently. "Tobias held Reid for two days." He took a deep breath.

"He drugged Reid didn't he?" Seaver asked quietly.

"Yeah," he cleared his throat. "Dilaudid was his drug of choice and it's not something you can quit easily. Tobias Hankel had tried to quit for years, and was never successful. None of the team knew right away that it had even happened, he hide it well. It took them time to notice the signs. It is a hard thing, watching someone you care about destroy part of themselves in that way. Over time Reid was able to get himself clean. I was there for that part of it."

Seaver studied the SUV ahead of them as Rossi collected his thoughts. "I know you haven't been around Reid for very long, but something has been up with him lately. Morgan and I miss read it as drug use. Turns out he has been having migraines, severe migraines." Rossi stopped there, not even considering for a second that he would reveal any more information on that subject. "Reid hasn't had the easiest life, and this job can take a lot from you. We try to take care of each other, we try to be there for one another, but this time Mogan and I really screwed up. It will break my heart if that kid doesn't make it."

Seaver pondered his words before she spoke. "I haven't been around Reid for very long, like you said." She turned towards him, "But from what I have seen, I believe that Reid is a very good, kind, and forgiving person. "

Rossi sighed, "That's part of what makes all this so hard."

Morgan could hear Ried shouting as he rounded the corner. "What happened? How long has he been like this?" Morgan demanded from the nurse.

"About 10 minutes," She huffed. "When he woke up and he was in a lot of pain. We tried to give him some morphine but he ripped out his IV and then started screaming. He keeps saying 'Morgan will understand'. He demanded we get you." She brushed the stray hairs out of her face. "We had to restrain him."

Morgan pushed his way through the door to find Reid thrashing about in the restraints of the ER bed. "Please don't!" He cried.

"Mr. Reid," The doctor's voice was stern and hard. "You have to calm down!" He held a siring in his hand holding it above the crease in his arm.

"Hey!" Morgan shouted as he shortened the distance between him and the doctor.

The doctor spun to face him, "Will you please calm him down?"

Morgan grabbed Reid's hand and put his face close to his. "Reid!" he had to shout to get Reid' attention. "Reid!"

His eyes shot open. "Morgan, don't let them!" He shifted his weight towards him, tears streaming down his face. "Please don't let them." Morgan placed his hands on the sides of Reid head.

"Listen to me man," His eyebrows arched. "You have to calm down. It's ok. I am not going to let anything happen ok." Reid's cries turned into sniffles and whimpers. Morgan spun to face the doctor.

"What the hell man?" His eyes were filled with anger. "If he doesn't want painkillers, don't force them on him!"

"Listen," The doctor took a step forward. "I am trying to save his life. We were able to give him the antivenin, but I don't think you fully understand what is happening to his body right now. He has an extremely large amount of poison in his system. That poison has raised his blood pressure to a dangerously high level. Every muscle in his body is on fire right now. The pain is excruciating. His fever has risen to 103 in the last 15 minutes. The only thing that will help him so the medicine can do its job is to get him to relax. We have to give him painkillers and muscle relaxers or he could start having seizures and if we don't get his blood pressure down he WILL have a heart attack. The ACE inhibitors we gave him will help, but he HAS to relax."

"Are you saying he could die if you don't give him pain meds?" Morgan wanted it plain and simple.

"Yes," The doctor didn't back down.

"I want everybody out for a minute," Morgan requested quietly.

"We have to move quickly," The doctor pointed out.

"If you want him to calm down, you have to do it my way." Morgan's eyes studied the doctor's face. "Please get everyone out of here."

The doctor huffed and did as he asked. Morgan approached Reid's bedside and grabbed his hand which was at an awkward angle restrained to the side of the bed. Morgan thought only for a second before he undid the restraints. Reid shot up in the bed and clung to Morgan for dear life. Morgan hugged him back as Reid tried to breath, pain radiating through his body.

He held him for a minute before he pulled himself back. "Come on man," He pushed on his shoulder gently, "You need to lie back down." Reid slumped back in the bed as his suddenly new found strength began to dissipate.

His breathing began to slow and he had stopped crying. "Reid, you have to listen to me, ok." He grabbed his hand and held it tight. "You could die if you don't let them give you some morphine." Reid's face began to scrunch up again. "Hey, hey, listen. I know this is something you promised yourself you would never do again. You probably understand what is happening to your body right now more than I do, but the doctor said you have to take the meds."

"Narcotics don't always work in reliving the pain," Reid said through clenched teeth.

"Reid," Morgan spoke softly, "We both know you have way more of the venom in your system than any of Olivia's victims, and they all died. Please let them help you." Reid didn't say anything, he just closed his eyes.

"What if I can't stop myself later?" His voice was quiet this time, almost a whisper.

"You are stronger than you give yourself credit for Reid."

"That's where you're wrong," Reid opened his blood shot eyes and stared at Morgan. "I'm not strong enough, not now."

"We will get through it together. You don't have to do it alone this time." Reid studied Morgan's eyes, his body visibly shaking with fear and pain.

He finally shook his head, "OK." Morgan moved to leave. Reid grabbed his arm, "Stay with me please."

"Sure thing kid," Morgan replied. "Let me get the doctor back in here and then I won't leave your side until you are so sick of looking at my face you will want to put in for a transfer." A small familiar smile crept into the corners of Reid's mouth.

"I'm SSA Hotchner," he flashed his badge as he spoke. "I am looking for two of my agents, Morgan and Reid?"

The woman looked up from her computer screen to find 4 worried faces staring back at her. "Please have a seat in the waiting room and I'll get someone for you." She rose from her seat, "It's just through that door."

Hotch lead them into the waiting room; everyone took a seat but him. He stood near the door with his hands on his hips. It was a few minutes before the doctor came in. Hotch moved to shake his hand.

"I'm Dr. Heirs."

"I'm SSA Hotchner." Each team member rose to their feet, "These are Agents Rossi, Prentiss, and Seaver." Even though she wasn't a full agent yet, Hotch didn't waste time with the distinction and she appreciated it. "How is he?"

"Well," He adjusted the glasses on his nose, "Mr. Reid's body doesn't seem to be rejecting the antivenin which is a good sign; however, his blood pressure is still dangerously high. With such a large dose of the poison in his system, his body may not be able to recuperate especially given his current physical state."

"You mean the headaches?" Emily's mouth was hanging loosely open.

"Yes, that and the weight lose and lack of sleep." He eyed the clock hanging on the wall. "He is resting now; we are pushing heavy pain medication and muscle relaxers. He's not out of the woods yet, so we will have to monitor his closely."

"May we see him?" Hotch asked.

"I don't want to agitate him any further." The doctor shook him head.

"May I speak with Agent Morgan then?" Hotch pushed the subject further.

"He refuses to leave Mr. Reid's side," The doctor explained. "All right, one of you may go, but you may only have a few minutes."

"Thank you," Hotch nodded. "Please lead the way." The 3 reaming team members took their seats, and tried to make themselves comfortable.

"Morgan," Hotch approached him quietly. Morgan rose from his chair. "How is he?"

"Well," He sighed, "He could be doing better. Did you talk to the doctor?"

"Yeah," He glanced at Reid's prone figure. "He only gave me a few minutes with you."

"He's been asleep for a while," Morgan crossed his arms protectively against his chest. "From what the doctor told me, it's probably better if he stays that way until the poison can be countered."

"Are you all right?" Hotch studied him.

"Honestly," Morgan began, "No. I had to convince him to let them give him pain meds. He begged me not to…" He paused. "After what I said to him last night, I didn't even believe the argument I was selling. I'm surprised he did, he must have been in a lot of pain."

"The doctor said he wasn't out of the woods yet."

"Yeah, I know." Morgan shifted his weight. "The nurse just checked his vitals and his fever is finally dropping." He turned away from Reid, "What happened with Olivia and Masterson?"

"From what we can tell, there was a struggle for the gun, and she shot him. Local PD is handling the clean up."

"Sir," one of the nurses had appeared at the door.

"Right," Hotched placed a hand on Morgan's back, "We're right outside if you need anything. Garcia wants you to call her when you get a chance."

Morgan nodded and stretched before he sat back down. A few minutes later another nurse came in and changed his cold compresses and adjusted his oxygen. Morgan's eyes had slipped closed on their own. All was quiet until about 2:00 AM when Reid woke up asking for water. His fever had broken, but his blood pressure was still too high. He had started to vomit again after his few sips of water which Morgan could only imagine how terribly painful it was to puke with broken ribs. They continued to give him muscle relaxers and pushed more morphine throughout the night. He occasionally thrashed about and cried out in his drug induced sleep. Morgan couldn't discern anything that he mumbled throughout the night, they were just broken phrases mingled with moans of discomfort.

"Morgan?" It took him a few times to register that it was Reid's voice calling his name. His eyes flew open.

"What is it?" He leaned closer to him.

"Olivia is dead isn't she?" Reid had rolled onto his side and was facing Morgan.

"Yea," Morgan rubbed the sleep from his eyes. "You don't remember what happened?"

"I do, I just couldn't remember if it was real or not." Reid sighed. "She was smart," Reid began the story without any prompting. "He had thrown her to the ground; I thought she was already dead at that point. He untied me and ordered me to the ground. I had accepted that I was going to die, that he was going to shoot me and there was nothing I could to do to change it."

Morgan's shoulders slouched slightly.

"It all happened so quickly I wasn't even sure what was happening until I heard the gun shot." Sean's body was slumped on top of Olivia. Reid pulled himself out of the shock and stumbled to them. He used what little strength he had to pull Sean off of Olivia, the bullet had gone right through his heart.

She was frowning at him. "I did it again…I killed…."

"You did it to save me," Reid fell to the ground beside her. "You save my life."

"I'm sorry you don't have longer to live." Her vision blurred as her muscles tightened. "Thank you," She gasped breathlessly.

"For what?" Reid asked.

"For wanting to help me," Her answer was simple. Reid didn't usually shake a stranger's hand, let alone hold it, but it was the only way he could comfort her, so he grasped her hand and held tight.

"I watched the life leave her body." His voice was flat. "Everything after that is…hazy."

Morgan knew Reid didn't want him to say anything to "Fix" the way he felt. So he simply listened but what Reid said next surprised him.

"I don't think I can do this job anymore."