Chapter 30
I don't own Criminal Minds.
I got my shoes on and started walking with Rossi to Garcia's room. I had already got changed this morning into a pair of brown trousers and a white shirt even though hospital workers had told me to chill and that I didn't need to get changed. But somewhere I knew something would happen. I didn't know what but I just knew so I decided to get changed. I decided telling Rossi now wouldn't be a good idea so we walked to Garcia's room in silence. It wasn't an awkward silence but it wasn't a nice silence either. I suppose no silence is a nice silence.
It wasn't a long walk but it felt like it. Her room was only about thirty second to a minute away from mine but it felt like the walk and the silence lasted for hours. Finally we had got to her room. I felt warm and loved when I walked in but as soon as I sat down next to the bed Garcia was in the room seemed to go dark. Rossi stood next to the wall, opposite Garcia. Garcia was like a child who wondered what was going on. "What's wrong?" Garcia asked. I didn't answer nor did Rossi. I suppose I didn't want to say it out loud. Somehow saying it out loud would make it more real, not just something someone said or a lie. "Come on you two. I am not a profiler but I can see when someone is sad or upset. I can see both of you have been crying. Just tell me what's wrong. Seriously, please I need to know. Has something happened to Morgan?" Garcia's voice became more anxious and more scared. I looked down to the ground and shook my head. "I am so sorry Garcia." I whispered.
"Sorry about what Reid?" Garcia asked very concernedly.
"It wasn't Reid's fault at all. He had nothing to do with it. He was the first I told once it had happened. Morgan died today in action. I am so, so sorry Garcia." Rossi sobbed. All three of us broke down in tears.
She sobbed "It must have been someone's fault."
"Do you know what he said to me in the car Garcia?" Rossi seemed to battle through the tears to say it. "What?" She sobbed again.
"He was worried about the house being a trap. He was right. But another thing he said was that you were pregnant and he didn't want the child to grow up without him as a father figure. He wanted to have a proper family but I just said to him that his brain was over active and he had irrational fears. But he was right. I could tell he loved you. I could tell by the worried look in his eyes. He wasn't worried for himself he was worried for you and his unborn child."
"What do you mean, Rossi?" I asked.
"Reid, he wasn't himself. He wasn't. I don't know how to describe it." Rossi looked down and shook his head. he didn't know how to describe it.
I asked again "What do you mean?"
"Dr Spencer Reid?" An unknown voice interrupted.
"Yes," I sobbed. I couldn't much past the tears but I could tell a doctor had just come in.
"Mr Reid, someone wants to speak to you outside by yourself without Mr Rossi or Miss Garcia." I nodded and got up. It must have been evident that I had been crying but I just hung my head down. I didn't know who wanted to speak to me. I didn't know who wanted me to be secluded. I just didn't know why I left Garcia and Rossi. I just rose from the chair and left the room with the doctor. I didn't even know who he was.