I apologize for the lack of consistent updates, but I am trying my best. By the end of the week, Stranded in the Desert WILL be posted, and that'll only have about 6 chaps. Also, my new contest will be starting early November. The theme this year is holidays, but there will be more on that later. Thnx for reading everyone! I love each and every one of you! Oh, and I will give you a cookie if you tell me why Hpdges doesn't like Greg on CSI….?

White Light- Chapter 9

Complications (and that's an understatement)

Greg Maeyers stopped Spencer Reid's head from slamming against the cement just in time. Quickly, he propped his friend up against the car, trying to figure out what the best course of action would be. He knew he had to call his supervisor,, try to wake him up, and most likely call an ambulance, but he wasn't sure on their order of importance. He quietly decided to call an ambulance, call his supervisor, and then try to wake him up.

"911, what's your emergency?" an operator greeted.

"This is Greg Maeyers with the LVPD. I'm at the side of some road with my friend here, who works with the FBI, and he passed out. I'm pretty sure he was hallucinating beforehand, too. " Greg quickly explained.

"We've found your location, sir. Please stay on the line-"

"Can't do that." Greg groaned. "I have to call Agent Reid's supervisor before they think we were kidnapped or something."

"Then let me read you a list of what-"

"I know what to do when someone passes out. I honestly wouldn't have called if he hadn't had hallucinated beforehand. I'm pretty sure he's been hallucinating all day, actually. I don't need you on the line to keep me calm or to keep him alive. Just send the damn medics and I can handle the rest!" Greg hung up after that and dialed his boss' number.

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Morgan and Prentiss sighed as they passed the file back to Hotch. He motioned for them to follow him into the room where everyone else was, and they obediently followed. Once they were inside, Hotch gave Detective Asiley the file on his youngest agent's connection to the case. The older man flipped through the files, and he nodded in understanding. "He didn't tell you?" he guessed.

"His dad did." Hotch nodded. "It explains a lot, actually. We've been able to find all the possible victims of the UnSub expect for one."

"Victim number one." Asiley supplied. Just as he was about to continue, his cell phone rang, and he answered it quickly.

"What's up Greg?"

"Hey Asiley. I'm on my way to the hospital right now-"

"Wait, why?" he hissed.

"Agent Reid passed out."

"Well, why didn't you just bring him back here? He's probably just stressed and exhausted…"

"I didn't bring him back here, sir, because he was hallucinating right before he passed out." Greg glared. "I'm going to make sure he can check in without any problems, call his dad, and come back to the station. Sound okay?" he asked sarcastically.

"Fine." Asiley grumbled. Without another word, he hung up., Once he put his phone away, he turned back to Hotch and his team, a frown on his face.

"What happened to Reid this time?" Morgan sighed.

"He started hallucinating and then passed out. Greg called the ambulance; they're on their way, I suppose."

"Damn it." Morgan mumbled. "I better call Garcia before she gets wind of this herself. Excuse me…" Morgan left the room, digging in his pocket for his phone. The remaining law enforcement waited until he left the room to continue.

"Greg and Reid were interviewing Annabelle, the woman who ran the divorce group. Hopefully Greg can tell us what they found out when they get back." Prentiss said.

"Greg seems smart; I'm sure he'll have something for us." Hotch nodded. Asiley huffed and was about to protest when Hotch glared at him, shaking his head. Asliey reluctantly backed down, but it was obvious that he still had more than a few issues with Greg.

"After Greg comes, will you guys be ready for a final profile?" Asiley asked.

"Most likely." Prentiss nodded. "There's nothing more we have to go on, and unless the UnSub dramatically changes his MO, I don't see what else we could add or change."

"Prentiss is right; as soon as we talk to Greg, we'll be able to go public,"

"All right." Asiley nodded. Without another word, he left the room.

Prentiss turned around to see the older detective walk away, obviously pissed at something involving Greg- whether it was Greg himself or what Hotch had said to him about Greg, she wasn't sure, though.

She whipped her head around to Hotch, who seemed worried and concerned. She couldn't blame him; she felt the same way. Reid was in trouble again, and this time he was hallucinating. She knew what Hotch was considering, and she hoped that he was wrong, that they were both wrong. In the meantime, though, she needed to crate a distraction for them both, and their job seemed to do just the trick.

"Why did you defend Greg like that?" Prentiss found herself asking. In all honesty, she hadn't expect that to slip out of her mouth, but still, she was curious.

Hotch turned and looked at her, a mixture of relief and surprise in his eyes, as if the answer to her question was obvious. "Reid seems to trust him; that's enough for me." Nodding her head in understanding, Prentiss turned on her heels and followed Hotch out the door.

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Greg squatted in front of Spencer and tried everything he could possibly think of to get the man to wake. He tried repeatedly the same things trying to get him to so much as to stir. "Spencer, SPENCR!" His efforts were in vain, he soon realized, and he finally gave up.

Greg plopped down to the ground closest to Spencer, and just as he did so, he heard the ambulance in the background. "About damn time." he muttered as he stood to his feet again. Quickly, he motioned for the ambulance to show them where he was, and they immediately pulled around. Two men in uniform and one with a gurney appeared and quickly lowered to meet Spencer's body.

"His name's SSA Dr. Spencer Reid. He's been out for about twenty minutes, but there's still a pulse." Greg said. The medics nodded as they placed Spencer onto the gurney. "Is he going to be okay?"

"It's a good thing you called." the female one said. "If he was hallucinating, there could be something seriously wrong, but he seems fine right now. Would you like to ride with him?"

"Uh, no. Company car." Greg shook his head. "I'll follow behind, though."

"We're taking Dr. Reid to Mercy Hospitals off of 9 mile, just in case we get separated." another supplied.

"All right; I know the place." Greg nodded. With that, the medics wheeled Spencer in, and Greg hopped in the SUV. Within seconds, the ambulance took off with Greg tailing behind.

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The little girl remained motionless as he stared back at me, her brown eyes staring at him, waiting for me to understand what I needed to know. I didn't, though, and I was almost positive the dead girl knew that. I moved my lips as if to speak, but it only shook its head. I stayed quiet as Abigail- Abigail, was that her name?- just waited. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore, and I spoke despite her warnings.

"What do you want?" I begged.

But she only shook her head, and before I knew what was happening, I was blinded by a white light.

~* WL *~

Ha! Finally got around to the name of the story. WHOO! Hoped you liked it; R&R?