Chapter 7! Please no flames it was super oober difficult to write, and yes some of this stuff is a little out there but please bear with me.
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"Because I need to request a doctor, one that doesn't have our possible unsub as a son."
"You think the doctor that was treating Reid, did something bad to him?" Garcia asked as she drove through a red light, the siren blaring and police lights flashing.
"Yes I do. You saw the file for Dr. Michaels' son. A paranoid schizophrenic with extreme OCD focused on the number 13."Hotch replied. Suddenly a coughing fit erupted from Reid who had been strangely quiet until now.
"Reid!" Morgan exclaimed toward his younger colleague, "Just breathe man, it'll go away."
"S-si-sick..." Spencer gasped as his coughing turned to violent gagging. Hotch threw a bucket under his mouth in fear of something coming up. But he hadn't eaten all that much and it had all been expelled earlier with left him once again dry heaving.
"Were almost to the hospital Reid, hang in there." Rossi called from the front. He could in fact see the hospital's image becoming larger.
Immediately after he said this, something started to come out of Reid's mouth. Blood. He was coughing and throwing up blood and he couldn't stop. With what little voice he had left he tried to cry out for his team to help him. All they heard was sickening gurgling sounds.
"Oh God, Reid!" Garcia cried as she floored the gas pedal. They quickly arrived at the entrance to the emergency trauma center of the hospital. Hotch was the first to jump out, with Rossi following closely behind. They entered through the doors loudly.
"HELP! We need a doctor immediately our friend is sick!" Hotch shouted. Reacting quickly two nurses and an on call doctor, thankfully not Michaels, rushed out to the SUV with them where Morgan and Garcia were trying to help Reid out. The two nurses had wheeled out a gurney with them, one male with sandy blond hair, and the other nurse a young Asian woman. The doctor rushed over as fast as she could to help Morgan and Garcia with Reid.
"What happened?" She asked as she and Morgan lifted Spencer onto the gurney and he explained. By this time, Spencer had stopped throwing up but continued to cough up the blood. He could barely breathe without it feeling like his torso was being torched. He could feel himself moving, more so being pushed. His eyes flashed open and he saw florescent lights and a doctor maybe? He couldn't be too sure with the extreme sense of dizziness washing through him. He started coughing more violently which once again turned into heaving. He could feel the liquid, copper tasting liquid, rise up his throat but it was choking him. He couldn't breathe no matter how hard he tried. Suddenly he was sitting up and someone had their hand in his mouth, that reacted with his gag reflex and he was vomiting up the blood he was so harshly choked on.
"Dr. Reid? Can you hear me?" The female doctor asked as she tried to get Reid's eyes to focus on her.
"H-h-hu-hurt-s." He stuttered quietly before the darkness that had been gripping at that back of his mind consumed him fully.
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Morgan was worried, understatement, he was beyond worried. As soon as he saw the kid coughing up blood which turned to vomiting, he lost his mind with worry. They were driving to the hospital as fast as they could and Reid became even more delirious. He was trying to talk to the team but they couldn't understand what he was saying through the blood exiting his mouth. The only time he had seen the kid cough up blood like that was when he had been poisoned with anthrax, not at all fun to see that time either.
"I need to call J.J." Hotch suddenly announced from where he was leaning against the wall. His normal pressed suit was dishevelled and his tie hung loose around his neck. In fact most of the team looked like they hadn't slept or kept their hygiene as of late.
"That's a good idea, she'd want to know." Garcia mumbled as she snuggled closer into Derek's side. They had been sitting like that since the doctor told them to wait. As Hotch was talking on the phone to their ex liaison Garcia spoke up.
"Do you think he's going to be okay?" she wondered quietly. At her side Morgan stiffened, he had no idea how to answer that question.
"Penelope." Rossi said from where he sat with Seaver, "It's Reid, the strongest guy we've ever met. If everything he's been through didn't kill him, than this won't kill him." Thankfully when they had gotten there they found out Dr. Michaels wasn't working and he wouldn't be for the next week. But on the downside they would have to do tests to find out what he did to Reid.
"J.J is on her way here." Hotch said quietly. He still couldn't believe his youngest team member's life was in danger again.
"Spencer Reid?" Someone suddenly announced causing the head's of every team member to whip up. Hotch immediately stood up and walked toward the doctor.
"Yes?" Hotch replied. The doctor quickly glanced around at the worried faces crowding behind Hotch.
"Well I guess you're all his family then?" She asked.
"Hell yes we are!" Garcia said. The doctor just cracked a small smile in her direction.
"Well I have good news and bad news," she started, "The good news is that Spencer's illness is something we have seen before and we know how to handle it. The bad news is that it's an extremely dangerous mix of chemicals that caused his illness."
"And that means what exactly?" Rossi asked nervously from beside Hotch.
"It means it's going to take some time to develop the anti-toxin." She quickly assessed the looks of extreme stress on the men and women around her, "But you mustn't worry, it's being concocted as we speak."
"Doctor, what was he poisoned with exactly?" Hotch asked.
"It was an unusual combination of arsenic and aspartame. When mixed together these two poisons create an extremely bad case of the flu that, if not treated, would lead to death. Thankfully Spencer wasn't given a high concentration of the arsenic. If he had then he wouldn't be alive in this hospital."
"I didn't even know you could mix those together." Morgan muttered.
"Most people don't because only people in the sciences or who have medical history know the exact amounts that won't kill." The doctor answered.
"But what about when he was first in the hospital, with the high fever?" Garcia quizzed.
"When he first arrived, Dr. Michaels took his blood pressure. It was extremely high for a man of his health and age, which led me to believe that Spencer was under a high amount of stress. It also looked like that he had been sick with the flu for a while and had just seemed to be ignoring the symptoms. The high fever was a result of extreme dehydration. He doesn't seem to drink a lot of water, neither do you folks actually. Anyway I believe that the poison was injected through the IV Spencer had. It is a poison that is slow to take effect which is why it was 3 days before you were forced to take him back here." The doctor said. The team merely nodded a little dumbstruck about how anyone could have done that to Reid without them noticing.
"What about the blood?" Morgan asked quietly.
"Oh, since Spencer has been throwing up so much, and not drinking that much water mind you, his throat became exceedingly dry. This dryness made his throat irritated and when he started coughing it started to bleed. Because it was the tissues in his throat bleeding the blood dripped down into his stomach and lungs causing him to try to expel them." The doctor responded. That seemed to assure the team a little bit.
"Can we see him?" Hotch questioned.
"Of course, right this way, and I have to notify you of something else Agent. Your colleague has refused to take any type of pain medication, which in this stage is pure stupidity since his muscles and joints are in a large amount of pain. Also his throat lungs and stomach are bound to be in pain too. So he might not be all that coherent, and as I've noticed he's a little delirious. Once we have the anti-toxin his symptoms will lessen but he will still have a flu. It's going to be a long recovery process but I trust he'll make it through." The doctor said almost nonchalantly as she lead them through the hallways to where their sick friend was being held.
"Thank you doctor." Hotch said as they reached Reid's room.
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She drove faster than the speed limit. She knew if she didn't tell the police what she knew then those girls that were taken would die. She knew that they wanted her back. Hell she always knew that eventually they'd come back for her. Which was why she started to prepare herself for that battle. She learned tons of different styles of fighting, she knew how to throw knifes perfectly to hit their targets, she knew how to shoot better than any marksmen, and most of all she knew how to control herself around heroin. If anyone injected her with it, she could fight off the addiction; barely fight it off most times. She had only willingly fallen down the junkie hill twice and both times she pulled herself back up. She could face them again, she knew it, and this time she would kill them before they killed anyone else.
Charlie pulled up to the police station in her sleek black Challenger. She had rebuilt the car herself and it was her favourite thing to drive. Her golden brown hair fanned around her face as she stepped out of her vehicle. She wore a tight black leather jacket, faded skinny jeans and black leather boots. She had her "work" duffel bag thrown over her shoulder. She could do this, she knew she could, after all, she was General Moscoe's daughter. General Moscoe was the current general of a Special Forces team that acted out of the Marines. Her older brother Jake Moscoe was Charlie's captain and she was his lieutenant. Her full name was Lillian Charlie Moscoe, she started going by Charlie when her mother died when she was 15.
At 16 was when Charlie was kidnapped by the 13 killers. She had defiantly fought against them and never showed any sign of weakness. Which was why they kept her for last, but sadly their plan backfired when she escaped.
She walked into the police station and grabbed the first officer that went by.
"Ugh yes?" He asked.
"I need to speak with whoever is in charge. My name is Lieutenant Lillian Moscoe and when I was 16 I was kidnapped by the 13 spree killer.
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As soon as Hotch looked inside he felt his stomach drop to the floor. His youngest agent lay unconscious in an extremely unfitting hospital gown. He had wires and IVs sticking out of him and the steady beeping of his heart monitor filled the all too silent room.
Morgan and Garcia were the first to enter, going to either side of his bed. Garcia instinctively reached out and grabbed his hand, surprisingly Morgan did the same. The feeling of Reid's thin hand in his reminded Morgan of just how little Reid had been eating lately. The doctor had said that the kid was sick even before they got the case and none of them had even noticed it. Sure he had drank a lot more coffee than usual but Morgan or anyone else for that matter had thought anything of it. He could also feel the heat radiating off Spencer's body.
"Hey Doc?" Morgan asked quite suddenly.
"Yes?" She answered as she looked up from Reid's chart. Dave and Garcia hadn't even noticed she was in there with them.
"What's his temperature?"
"At the moment it's at 104.5 degrees but with the antibiotic we gave him it should be going down. I'll be back in a few minutes and then you guys should leave he needs his rest," She saw the protests on their faces and quickly added, "But I'll let one of you stay with him."
"Morgan?" Hotch asked from the foot of the bed. Morgan nodded his head he would never leave the kid.
All of a sudden Hotch's phone rang.
"Hotchner." He answered. "Yes... Alright, thank you Chief Arlington were on our way."
"So...?" Seaver asked quietly.
"The thirteenth victim just turned herself in."
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K so chapter 7. Nobody berate me on how fake my little poison mix sounds but I mean seriously it could happen! I spent days researching drugs that give effects similar to Reid's and those two mixed together were perfect. And seriously it was either that or a Philippine Cobra's venom which would leave him blind and would have killed him in 30 seconds. Also terribly sorry if my Doctor lingo sucks, it's my first try on this. And another thing the whole coughing up blood because of a throat irritation is completely true, it was one of the things I stumbled upon in my research. Another thing sorry about the boring thing involving the 13th vic but you need to know about her for the rest of the story to make sense! K I think that's all I have to say! Thanks for reading!