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White Light- Chapter 10

Unfortunate

"Dr. Reid, can you hear me?"

The voice was muffled at best, and even then, the term was considerate. Spencer could hear it, nonetheless, and he tried so hard to open his eyes and see who was talking to him. No matter how hard he tried to pull out of the hellish nightmare, he kept being pulled back in, and every time he did attempt, his mind would fight back twice as hard until the pain was so unreal that he just wanted to scream. This time, as he was taken from reality again, he didn't dare fight back.

"Crashing- he's crashing!" the nurse announced frantically. Quickly, she, with the help of two other nurses, rolled in a crash cart and immediately started working at bringing the distressed man back. Fortunately, they able to bring him back fairly easily, but unfortunately, they noticed something different this time.

"Get the doctor." Nurse Jacquelyn instructed. With a nod from another nurse, Jacquelyn went back to assessing the patient's new medical state. Sighing to herself, she mumble, "Damn it."

"Jacquelyn? What happened?" Dr. Kyllie asked, a frown forming on her face.

Jacquelyn bent up from the patient's body, her pale face cold and serious. "I'm afraid we have some bad news."

~* WL *~

The team was notified immediately about the events that had conspired, but unfortunately, it was during their first public profile. Hotch looked down at his caller ID, letting a suddenly worried look cross his face. He looked up at his team, and they all nodded in understanding. Rossi quietly motioned for him to leave, and Hotch did just that.

The section chief quickly hit the 'send' button and answered the phone call as soon as he left the conference room. He held the device up to his ear and said hello.

"Agent Hotchner, my name is Dr. Kyllie, and I'm calling you because you are my patient's ICE contact. Do you accept this responsibility, or would you rather his next of kin be called instead?"

Hotch closed his eyes and sighed. The news was new to him, but he supposed he wasn't too shocked, and due to the nature of the situation, he let that slip further down his list of worries for the moment. "I accept. Now please, tell me what happened? "

"Dr. Reid slipped into an unexplained and unexpected coma just an hour ago. We, obviously, have no idea what caused it, but we are running some tests right now. So far, everything's inconclusive, but if we find anything, we'll be sure to call you. Would you like to come to the hospital and see Dr. Reid, or are you too busy? I understand, being an FBI Agent and all, and plus there's nothing much you could do over here."

Hotch remained speechless for a moment. Coma? Where did that come from? Reid hadn't been showing any serious signs of a health problem, and even when they had started the case he knew that Reid had been faking being sick. "Does this have anything to o with the hallucinations?"

"It would make sense." the doctor replied. "Perhaps he isn't necessary in a coma, but rather a coma-like state. It's too hard to tell the first few hours, but it is very rare for it to happen, anyways. It could have also been caused by a drug.. We can't be certain about anything until we receive the rest of the test results."

Hotch nodded to himself, knowing that the doctor was right. "All right. I'll stay here, but please call me as soon as you get anything new."

"Of course, sir." And with that, they both hung up.

~* WL *~

"Our UnSub is an obsessive , OCD pedophile who gets off on death." Rossi started.

"He'll be in his light to mid forty's, and he is well-liked and well-trusted amongst children who are categorized as outsiders in their public schools." Prentiss said.

"Our guy isn't a dominant personality, and he must likely is very timid. He keeps to himself, probably punches in more overtime at work, and most likely works around children. Our best bet right now is that he works at a Las Vegas public high school, and so far everything we've found backs up this." Morgan supplied.

"Everything you found?" Asiley frowned. "What do you mean by that?"

"He means the pedophiles almost always have a distinctive profile. They're trusted with kids, incompetent, not willing to take risks, coward-like, and weak- both physically and mentally. Most of the time, they suffer from minor mental disabilities or more times than never abuse themselves. SO far, this description fits our UnSub now, so finding him is only a matter of narrowing down lists of suspects." Prentiss explained.

"Lists of suspects?" Greg asked. "Are you talking about like people affiliated with Annabelle Gradley and the high school teachers?"

"To start with, yes." Rossi nodded. Just as he was about to carry on, a creaking sound diverted everyone's attention, and the BAU team quickly noted that Hotch had walked in. Rossi gave him a questioning look, but Hotch's only response was a shake of the head- a symbol that something was definitely wrong.

"Our technical analyst from Quantico is flying end. It'll be much more easier to have her here where we can

Receive search results sooner and share information better. Once she arrives, she will search for the list of suspects, and once she is able to narrow the list down, we'll be able to search the remaining suspects personally." Hotch added. Looking around the room, he nodded his head. "Are there any other questions?"

"I have one." Greg nodded his head and stepped forward, a stern but yet sympathetic look on his face. "What did the hospital just tell you about Spencer?"

~* WL *~

I looked around me and quickly realized that Abigail was still there. Normally, the hallucinations passed by now, but I could still see her. That worried me a bit, but I tried to keep calm. I watched as she smiled at me, her bright eyes contrasting her pale complexion. After a moment, I allowed myself to look around, and I immediately knew where I was.

I propped myself up on my old childhood bed, and I waited for Abigail to finally speak. I could understand why she was so hesitant, but I watched her closely as she nodded her head and looked up at me.

"I assume you know I don't exist." It was a statement, not a question, I noted. "And I suppose you've figured quite a few things out by now as well."

"Not nearly enough." I sighed. That caused her to smile.

"When you're afraid and misguided by your own mind, understanding everything else is the only thing that keeps you sane."

And that was when it clicked. I finally mustered the courage to stand up and approach Abigail, and as she saw me coming towards her from the middle of my doorway, a quick laugh escaped her lips. Before I could move any closer, though, she started walking swiftly towards me. Before I knew it, a needle was slipped into my arm, and before I passed out, I heard her mumble the sentence that confirmed I had been right about the 'hallucinations' all along.

"Standing up to yourself is always the hardest thing you'll ever do, do you think, Spencer?"

~* WL *~

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