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White Light- Chapter 11
Afraid of Needles
Aaron Hotchner nodded towards Greg Maeyers, and the young officer quickly followed him out the door. Morgan and Prentiss watched as they left the room before sharing concerned looks. Rossi dismissed the officers after questions were answered.
"Greg, that was uncalled for-" Detective Asiley hissed as he stormed out of the conference room. Fortunately for Greg, Hotch stepped in and stopped his superior from further yelling at him.
"Detective Asiley, do you have something against Maeyers?" he asked, challenging the man to respond.
"You know what I told you, Greg. One more chance- one more!" Asiley yelled, completely ignoring Hotch.
"Yes sir," Greg said through gritted teeth.
"Good, because you're skating on thin ice right now." Before Hotch had the chance to intervene, the detective marched out of the room. Greg watched with angry eyes as his boss left the scene.
" 'The hell was that?" Hotch asked.
"Nothing- just tell me what's wrong with Spencer," Greg sighed.
Although Hotch wanted to press the issue, he knew that it wouldn't do him any good, so he instead just nodded his head and answered the question. "The doctor called me," was as far as he got before the rest of his team entered the room. "He's not doing well right now. His heart stopped, he's hallucinating, and he could possibly be in a coma. They don't know what's wrong right now, but they're pretty sure he'll survive."
"God, what has this kid gotten himself into now?" Morgan muttered.
"Can we visit him?" Prentiss asked.
"The doctor said that he most likely can't hear us, but if it would make us feel more at-ease, then sure." Hotch nodded. "We still need to deal with this case, though." Hotch reminded.
"I say we split up and work with what we've got so far and visit Reid after dinner." Rossi suggested.
"Prentiss- go visit Annabelle Gradley again, but don't let her know that we know she's involved somehow. Just tell her that we have a lead in the case and most likely found out who the UnSub is. See if she takes the bait." Prentiss nodded before taking off toward the door.
"Greg, I want you and Morgan to check the school teachers on the list of UnSubs that Garcia narrowed down for us once she arrives. See if any of them fit the profile and try to find the connection they have with Annabelle or her group." Once there was another series of nods, they took off.
"Dave, once Garcia gets here, we need to brief her on the case and try to find out any other background information we can on Annabelle. Ask neighbors, other teachers, anyone- we need to find out what she knows."
"And what about William Reid?" Dave asked.
"I haven't forgotten about him yet." Hotch sighed as he nodded his head. "I'm bringing him in as well." With that, the two older agents started back toward the offices to set up for Garcia.
~* WL *~
Penelope Garcia entered the Las Vegas Police Station with a grim look on her face. One of her precious babies was in trouble again, and she wouldn't have a moment's rest until she made she that he was better again. In the meantime, though, she had a child killer to catch.
"Baby Girl!" she heard someone shout from behind her, and a smile crept over her delicate face as she realized who it was. She immediately turned around and hugged the man tightly. "I missed you too," he laughed.
"Yeah, you remember that after you get yourself in trouble again," she smirked.
"So I take it you know about Spencer?" a second voice asked from the sidelines. Penelope looked up and raised her eyebrows. She studied the new man's features and couldn't help but be reminded of her sick friend- if he was goth, anyways. The man coughed nervously, and she realized that she had been staring off.
"Er, my apologies. You just- you just look a lot like him," Garcia smiled sadly. That caused the new man to smile, something Garcia found odd. "What is it?"
"To be compared to him in any light is a compliment. Your friend's a very smart man." Greg explained.
"Oh, I remember you now! You're the guy that I talked to with Spencer before...well..."
"Yeah, that was me," Greg nodded.
Garcia all ready liked Greg, and as Morgan led her to her set-up area, she secretly hoped that once the case was over and her baby was back home safe they would try to keep in touch. She could tell that the two young men had taken a-liking to each other, and by the way Morgan was reacting to the situation, he approved as well.
"So, how far have you gotten on that last?" Morgan asked.
Garcia sat down next to the array of computers the officers and Morgan had put up for her, and she smiled as he fingers typed effortlessly over the keyboard. "I on this a lot before I left, and if you give me a few more minutes, I'll be completely done," she said. She was obviously proud of herself, and that made both Greg and Morgan laugh.
"You never fail to amaze me, Woman," he sighed playfully.
"And how much more amazed are you now that I just completed the list?" Garcia printed out the papers and passed them to the men standing over her. Morgan quickly skimmed through the list before passing it to Greg to look at.
"Thanks Garcia; we'll be back A-sap," With a small dismissive smile from Garcia, Morgan led Greg outside.
~* WL *~
I was freezing. My blood felt like it had frozen, my body felt like it had been sunk in ice water, and my mind was going completely numb. I recognized all of this as an illusion almost immediately, because once you've gone through serious withdrawals, you'll never forget that feeling. I tried to move, but my body protested and curled back up into its original position. I gave up that hope immediately, and I stayed very still as I waited for it to return.
Unfortunately, I didn't have to wait long.
~* WL *~
A shorter one, I know, but I want to try to update my new storyy by Monday, I have to beta, and I still have to write my story for the Chit Chat Forums' Christmas exchange! Thnx for reading; oh, and SPOILER: The next chap will be most likely all told from Spencers POV, aka, a halulcination. EEK!