Hey everybody :D Soooo here's to hoping I don't disappoint with this chapter! Here we go . . .

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Hotch POV:

Rossi and I are in the car driving back to the station when Morgan phones to say that Reid knows where the next body will be dumped. Morgan hands the phone to Reid and I can hear the excitement barely contained in his voice as he rushes to tell me his discovery. He's in the middle of a sentence when the sound of ringing fills the background; that's when Reid screams, and God! Every fiber in my body knew something was horribly wrong. "Reid?! REID!" I scream into the phone, but I get no response. My jaw sets, and I reach out a shaking hand to flip the siren on, pressing the gas pedal all the way to the floor. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Rossi grab onto the dash with a satisfied smirk pasted on his face. Just then, I hear something on the other end of the phone line.

"Hey Hotch, sorry 'bout that," Morgan's voice says quietly in the silence.

"What the hell happened?!" I all but scream in response.

"Hotch do you have the siren on? Never mind that, Reid's fine Hotch; he was starting to have a migraine when the phones went off. They just caused the headache to worsen." Morgan's voice belies what he says though, and I can tell he's worried.

"Morgan, I can't just ignore this anymore. Take him to the hospital now!" and with that, I slam the phone closed. Sighing heavily, I open my mouth to speak when Rossi beats me to it.

"Turn right at the next exit, and the hospital should be on the left." He gives me a look then. "He'll be all right you know."

I swallow thickly and shake my head slowly. 'I sure hope so.'

Morgan POV:

"Reid!" My voice trembles as I shake him violently. "C'mon kid! Let me see your eyes!" I quickly look at Prentiss. "Hurry, call an-"

"I already have. ETA is 3 minutes!" She cuts me off, her concern showing heavily in her eyes. "Do you think something is seriously wrong –"

This time I cut her off, "NO, d-don't think like that! Okay?! J-just don't." She stares at me for a second then slowly nods her head in understanding. I continue tapping his cheeks, trying to get him to wake up until several minutes later when the paramedics arrive and make me move away.

"How long has he been out? Did he have head trauma of some sort?" The female medic asks hurriedly as she begins examining Reid.

"Uh, maybe about 5 minutes? And no, not that I know of, though he was having a really bad headache." I start to zone out, my concern for Reid getting the better of me until I see the paramedic reaching for a syringe. "NO! Don't give him any narcotics!" My voice cuts through the bustle, and everyone pauses momentarily at my seemingly random outburst.

"But-" she starts to respond before I cut her off.

"He's had a heck of a time with addictions in the past! Don't give him anything else to deal with, please!" 'He's gonna kill me later for revealing that to an entire police station', I think, but stay firm nonetheless. Her eyes narrow and she stares at me for a moment before giving me a sharp nod and moving to put the medication down. Moving quickly, they strap him to a gurney and wheel him out to the waiting ambulance.

"Anybody riding with him?" the male medic asks before they close the doors.

"I will!" I quickly volunteer, hopping into the vehicle next to Reid. As the ambulance peels out, I reach for the kids hand, his cold skin a shock to my fear-warmed body. "Damn pretty boy . . . don't you ever do this again!" I mutter to him as my eyes start to mist over. My one thought as we speed to the hospital siren blaring is, 'Please . . . '

Reid POV:

It feels like I'm floating, though I'm not sure why. . . . Shouldn't I be somewhere?. . . No, just a little longer . . . My headache doesn't exist here, but I know if I try to wake up it will be there. Just a little more . . . a little longer. . .

No one POV:

Everyone sans Garcia and of course Reid, is sitting in the waiting room of a hospitals ER. The call to Garcia had not been fun, though no one really thought it would be and therefore the task went to Morgan; he was after all her 'chocolate god'. When he had hung up the phone, he had been drained in ways he hadn't thought possible. The team's faces were set with concern, and JJ was barely restraining tears of anxiety. Everyone stood as a doctor walked in and called out, "Family of Spencer Reid?"

Morgan jumped him immediately, "How is he?! Is he okay? Why did he pass out? Can we see him?" Rossi put a restraining hand on his shoulder and Hotch gave him a look paired with an authoritative "Morgan!" Morgan frowned, but backed off knowing that eventually his questions would be answered.

The Doctor just sighed as he glanced down at the chart in his hands before looking at the hopeful sets of eyes glued to him. "Well there's good news and bad news. The good news is that he's not in danger, there's just some swelling of his brain. The bad news is that we don't know what caused the swelling, and because of it, he has fallen into a coma that we don't know if or when he'll come out of." Guilt for having to give them this news washed over him as he took in their faces while they processed what they'd just heard. First relief, then worry, and finally heart wrenching grief and fear. There was a moment of silence before he heaved another tired sigh. "If you'll follow me, I'll take you to his room."

The party set off wrapped in silence. Disbelief . . . pure and unadulterated disbelief being the main emotion. Finally after what seemed an eternity, the doctor stopped in front of a glass window. Slowly, painfully, they turned their faces to look through at their friend. "I'm sorry," the doctor muttered as he quietly left. As they stared at Reid, his already pale skin translucent under the crisp white sheets, his thin and fragile body looking even smaller under the mass of tubes and wires crisscrossing his bed, JJ lost the battle with her tears, and Derek felt the overwhelming need to punch something.

"Oh God . . . " Morgan's breath caught and he choked on air barely able to keep from breaking down right then and there.

"Right, let's go in," Hotch stated, his agent mask firmly in place. They slowly filed in, claiming spots to form a circle around Reid's bed. Morgan pushed his chair as close to Reid's bed as he could, then grabbed his hand entwining their fingers.

"You'll be fine Kid, just fine. Just make sure you don't leave us waiting to long."

Reid POV:

The darkness is so calm and comforting . . . There's no light or sound here. Wait . . .? Was that Morgan's voice? . . . Morgan?

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Yeah, not sure if that's any good, but go ahead and tell me! 'Reid' and review :D I'll try not to be so slow next time ;) If you have any suggestion tell me . . . no promises though :3

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