Chapter 4
I don't own criminal minds!
The car ride to the airstrip was quite quiet. Well I say that.
Hotch was talking quite a bit about Haley and how he help his son deal with it and how he dealt with it.
I didn't say anything.
I was alone with my thoughts of my mum and the hospital she was in.
I was lost in my thoughts.
Hotch said he would make sure I got on the jet alright and then go back to the B.A.U and tell the others (when my mum actually died) what had happened but until that time he would only say bare essentials to the rest of the team.
He guided me onto the B.A.U's jet and said "Don't worry, if you need anything just call me or anyone of the team. Don't worry. Have as much personal time as you need."
I was smoothed into my usual seat in the jet and fell asleep almost straight away.
I didn't even notice Hotch leave the plane.
As soon as the plane took off I dreamt of all the horror I had seen throughout my whole life and then my mum.
Without her I wouldn't be nearly as clever as I am.
I owe a lot to her.
I looked out on the horizon and just saw blue sky and clouds.
It was nice.
"What so Reid's mother is on death's door? So how did you find out, JJ?" Morgan asked, intrigued by how she had found out.
"Hotch told me to tell you what's going on. You and only you. Don't tell Garcia! Got it!" JJ snapped.
She knew Garcia was a bit of a gossip and that she would hammer Reid with calls which at the moment he didn't need.
Reid probably wouldn't notice his phone going off.
It would just cause Garcia to panic.
It would probably just annoy Reid!
At this point in time, JJ knew Reid definitely didn't want to be annoyed.
He wanted to be with his mum more than anything.
"Ok!" Hotch came back into the B.A.U and saw everyone was in his office.
Officiously they had followed his orders.
He trusted them to but he had been let down in the past by the team but he was never ashamed of them. Never.
Now to see the team and tell them exactly what was happening.
I was greeted by a man with greying hair.
He looked in his 50's and was with the F.B.I but it was officious that he wasn't in the field anymore. "Dr Spencer Reid, I assume." He said in a deep voice.
I nodded as I knew he was probably the one who was going to take me to see my mum.
"Hello, welcome to Las Vegas. I heard about your mother, I am sorry. Do you want me to take you straight to the hospital?" He said with a bit more emotion in his voice.
I could tell he had just lost someone but, at that moment, I didn't care.
All I cared about was myself and seeing my mum.
I barely held it together when I said "Yes please."
He drove me as fast as he could to the Spring Valley hospital (where my mum was).
I hated hospitals.
The bleach like smell, the white dreary look, the way the doctors spoke, everything. I just hated it!
A young, black doctor in a white lab coat guided me to her room.
She was so peaceful.
She was laying still just taking shallow breathes, her eyes were closed but she had all sorts of tubes and monitors.
I knew I didn't have long with her but I love her so much.
I was holding her hand and reminiscing over old times when a doctor came over and said "She is going to die in a few minutes, say your last goodbyes"
I asked for some time alone with her the doctors allowed me to have around 5 minutes with her alone.
I apologised to her for the amount of times I didn't see her and the way I was a bad son to her.
I hugged her and kissed her.
Then finally I said goodbye.
I stayed with her while she passed away.
It was sad but nice at the same time.
I hated to see her go but I knew that she was going to a better place.
Or that's what I wanted to believe.
I stayed with her while the doctors took all the tubes out and removed her in a black body bag.
Then they told me to leave because there was nothing else I could do.
They were right; she was dead and had just been taken to the morgue.
I couldn't do anything.
I was powerless, vulnerable.
I didn't know what to do.
When the doctors asked me if there was anyone I wanted them to call I nodded, gave them Hotch's card and whispered "Tell him she has died and if he asks tell him I will be alright. Ok."
The doctor in a very calm voice said "Ok, is there anyone else you want me to call? And do you want any help with anything?"
I replied "No, thanks."
He said "Ok then. I will give you, your mother's things now unless you want to collect them in a couple of hours."
"No, I take her stuff with me." I took the brown, cardboard box from him and said goodbye to him. It was the last time I would see my mum alive again.