Harry was on the ground beside Spencer before Hotch could get a word out.

"What's wrong with him?" Morgan asked, though the concern behind his eyes was desperate and helpless, he knew that he needed to be calm right now. Otherwise he wouldn't be able to help.

"Yeah, check for a cut."

"What?"

"Check for a cut, it would be something small and hot, maybe even…."

"Like this?" Morgan was holding Reid's arm. On the inside of his bicep was a thin, sharp cut. The skin all around the cut looked purple and bruised. The veins around it were popping up and snaked out from the cut in all directions.

"What the hell?" asked Morgan. "Why didn't he tell anyone about this?"

"Probably because it hasn't been this bad until just now." Harry said. He looked over his shoulder at Murphy and nodded. Her lips thinned out into a tight line as she nodded back to him.

Then Harry turned on his Sight.

A thorny, pulsing, purplish black vine was wrapped around the doctor's arm, twisting and pulling the skin until it was taut.

The vine was inching up his arm, looking for something to grab, something to hang onto. It wanted more purchase.

"Like hell you're gonna get any." Harry growled. He snapped out his hand and began tearing at the vine. But it wouldn't go away. It shredded and came back, shredded and came back. But Harry wasn't planning on stopping anytime soon.

And all the while, Harry could hear a voice, "You wretched little maggot! You filthy nothing! You are useless without me! You were nothing until I made you! The Wizard Dresden is going to watch you die!" And that only served to make Harry move faster.

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To the members of the BAU who weren't magically afflicted, Harry looked crazy. There was nothing there, but Harry was sure as hell tugging at something, and it didn't look like he was going to stop for anyone.

The only person who didn't look surprised to see this was Detective Murphy. She was taking everything in stride and making note of everything that she was seeing.

"How is this helping?" Morgan asked angrily, the concern, frustration, and tension that he'd been hiding finally leaking into his voice.

"Why do you ask crazy people to be consultants?" JJ hissed at Murphy. Hotch was pacing and debating whether or not he should call someone. Morgan looked about ready to punch Dresden in the face and Rossi was just staring into space. In fact the only people who weren't questioning Harry's sanity were Muphy and Emily.

"That's it. This guy is crazy and I'm not just gonna sit here and wait for Reid to die." Rossi whipped out his phone and called 911.

Not good, thought Murphy. Now, it's safe to say that after nearly more than five years dealing with Dresden's magic crap all the time, Karren had picked up a few things. And one of those things was that Harry didn't generally mix well with ambulances.

So, as soon as she heard Rossi ask for one, she knew that she needed to do something, and fast.

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Harry couldn't get it off, he couldn't pull it away. There was nothing he could do. Spencer was going to die…..

Unless a battered and torn warrior angel had anything to say about it. Murphy strode up from behind him, carrying Fidelacchius, and she was shining brighter than ever to his Sight.

With a quick, sharp cry, she swung the sword down on Spencer's arm, slicing through the thickest part of the vine. The rest of it faded away, dissolving into a powdery black dust.

The sword had caused quite an uproar with the BAU, and it wasn't a second before Hotch and Rossi had Murphy pinned to a wall, despite the fact that she wasn't struggling at all.

"Hell's bells guys, calm down." Harry said. Slightly out of breath, he walked over to Hotch and Rossi and smiled down at Murphy.

"Um, you guys can let her go now." He said, giving Hotch and Rossi a hard glare.

"She just attacked one of my people with a sword, and you want me to let her go?" Hotch said, his voice getting tighter.

"Yeah, 'cause if you take a look back there," Harry said, jerking a thumb back towards Reid. "The good doctor is fine now."

Rossi and Hotch both looked around Harry and saw that Morgan was helping up Reid, who was rubbing his head and trying to get his footing.

"Damn it, you scared the hell out of us Reid!" JJ shouted, she ran over and wrapped her arms around him.

Oddly enough, all Spencer could think about was how much shorter she seemed.

Emily ran over to get in on the group hug. And after both girls had let go, Morgan walked up to pat his friend on the shoulder.

"So, if you could let go of the woman who just saved his life, I would be much obliged."

The agents looked at one another and sighed. Hotch was the first to let go of the Detective, followed quickly by Rossi. The two of them walked over to Reid while Harry turned back towards Murphy.

"So, what made you think of using the Sword?"

"Reminds me of duct tape?"

"How?"

"Cause it seems to me that if you fix a problem using one of these," she said, twisting the blade so that it caught the light just right. "It always seems to stick."

"Unless there's more than one of the same problem."

"You're such a buzz kill."

"I'm pretty sure I put that on my consultant resume."

"There wasn't a consultant resume."

"Well, then I guess I should probably told you that I'm a buzz kill."

Karren punched Harry in the arm, and for a second everything was back to normal, until the ambulance came screeching around the corner.