Peekabooo: Hey guys! woot! Last day of school was yesterday! I graduated seventh grade! yeah! Hello eighth grade! haha Anyways..I like it when Morgan throws temper tantrums. it's fun to write. Oh and on the medical stuff I tried to get it right but i t probably isnt. I'm not a doctor. So...Sorry.
The SWAT team was waiting for a signal. Then Hotch gave it. They went into the warehouse quietly, with Morgan in tow. Their footsteps echoed off the walls of the warehouse. Which gave off a cold, gray feeling. It was also freezing. Morgan could see his breathe and after awhile he started shivering. They went room to room looking for Reid and Doyle. Then they found him. Doyle sat in the corner, looking at Reid who was crumpled on the hard cement ground. Morgan held up his gun and was about to shoot, when he heard another gunshot, that didn't belong to him. It came from Doyle. And it had hit Reid.
Morgan fired all of his shots at Doyle and blood dripped to the floor. Doyle slumped over and landed on the ground.
"Payback's a bitch," He whispered to himself, Then he ran to Reid as fast as he could.
"Hey kid." Morgan said, as he tried to turn Reid over onto his back. He heard a member of the SWAT call for medics. Reid's face was white and had cuts and bruises on it.
Reid could feel the blood coming out of his wound. It felt cold and uncomfortable. He tried to lift his hands up and place it on the wound but he realized his hands were still handcuffed together. He couldn't breathe and he felt lightheaded. But he needed to know one thing.
"Morgan," Reid got out, barely audible.
"Hey Reid. Sh. Don't talk. It's gonna be okay." Morgan looked at him.
"Emily...alive?" Reid couldn't get the rest out.
"Yeah kid. She is," Morgan looked back up, his eyes searching for something in the distance, "Screw this." He whispered to himself as he picked up Reid. His skin was ice cold. He knew he should wait a few more minutes for the medics.
But frankly, he didn't care. He was too afraid there wouldn't be enough time.
"Hotch. JJ. Know?" Reid got out in a breath. Morgan shifted Reid in his arms and Reid's face crumbled with pain.
"Yeah. Hotch and JJ knew." Morgan walked as fast as he could with Reid in his arms.
"Don't want to..see...them." Reid closed his eyes.
"What? Reid come on. Open those eyes, pretty boy," Morgan begged, walking a little faster.
"Don't want..to see Hotch. JJ." Reid shut his eyes again. Morgan couldn't feel him breathing.
"Okay Reid. You don't have to," Morgan said, almost running now.
"Morgan. How could you be so stupid?" Hotch asked, in disbelief as Morgan exited the warehouse.
"Well better than have you fake his death," Morgan spat at Hotch after he had given Reid to the medics.
"He could've died," Hotch stated.
"He could have died there waiting for the medics, too," Morgan exploded, "He doesn't want to see you."
"What are you talking about?" Hotch squinted his eyes.
"Reid. He told me he doesn't want to see you or JJ." Morgan's voice was still angry.
"What? Why?" Hotch asked.
"I don't know," Morgan sighed.
"Emily's coming back." JJ walked up.
"What?" Morgan's eyes widened.
"She wants to come back and see her family," JJ smiled.
"Her family? Since when do families lie to each other?" Morgan stomped off and got into the SUV. JJ sighed and looked at Hotch.
"He'll get over it," Hotch looked back to the SUV.
"Are you sure?" JJ asked him.
"I don't know. But we should probably go," Hotch nervously jogged back to the car, driving behind the ambulance.
They drove to the hospital and just sat in the waiting room. It felt all to familliar. The agonizing feeling of waiting. The cold, claminess of the hospital as sick people died and lives were saved. The smell of the hospital nearly choked the team to death as they sat in uncomfortable, plastic, chairs of the waiting room.
"Where's JJ?" Morgan asked.
"She's arranging fro Emily to come back. All of Doyle's men are gone and it's safe.
"Figures," Morgan snorted, "She'd drop everything for Emily when Reid's fighting for his life."
"Shut up Morgan." Garcia walked in, irritated.
"I'm just saying," Morgan replied.
"You're an idiot." Garcia informed him bluntly.
"Why is that baby-girl?" Morgam looked down at the ground.
"Because. You should be happy Emily's alive. I know I'm happy. Very happy."
"Maybe I would be happier if we wouldn't have been lied to." Morgan retorted.
"They did it to protect us, Derek," Garcia informed him coldly.
"Yeah. And look where we are," Morgan raised his eyebrows and walked out of the waiting room.
"Don't worry about him, Garcia. He's just worried about Reid," Rossi said.
Kevin came. Strauss even made an appearance.
"I threw her in jail," Strauss whispered, referring to Seaver.
"What are you doing here?" Hotch whispered back to her, trying not to wake Morgan, who had come back in and dozed off in the chair next to him.
"He's a member of the FBI. I am his section chief..." Strauss started off.
"You haven't ever come before. Not when Garcia was shot. Or Elle. Or when I was stabbed by Foyet." Hotch informed her.
"Well.. I just..."
"Erin. It's called the 'Reid Effect'"
"Excuse me?" Strauss flipped her head to look at Hotch.
"We're afraid of him at first. He's odd. Too smart. But after we get to know him...We get attatched too easily."
Strauss sighed. "That isn't why I'm here."
"Sure about that?" Hotch asked.
"I'm getting coffee," Strauss declared.
"Reid's favorite saying," Rossi smiled sadly.
It was bright outside by the time the team got news of Reid.
"Spencer Reid?" A short chubby doctor walked into the quiet room.
Morgan's head snapped up.
Garcia stopped playing cards with Kevin and her mouth fell open.
Rossi pursed his lips.
The team stood up and the doctor looked surprised.
"How is he?" Hotch asked, fearing the worst.
"He's stable. But he is in critical condition. Both of his lungs are punctured. One from a bullet wound and one from a broken rib. We have saved both of them from collapsing completely but he is having quite a hard time breathing. Almost all of his ribs are broken. And his leg. He also has a crack in his skull, severe cuts on his arms, serious blood loss, bruises covering his entire body, and hypothermia. When you brought him in, his body temprature was at 86.5 F which is dangerously low."
"Is he going to be okay?" Garcia asked.
The doctor looked over Garcia's bright clothes which were so out of place in the white hospital.
"Well with people like you here for him I'm sure he'll be fine." The doctor smiled.
"Could we see him?" Hotch asked, hesitantly.
"Are you family?" The doctor slowly asked, although he already knew the answer.
"Yeah. We are." Garcia smiled, "Well..almost."
The doctor laughed. "You guys can go in. He's on the fourth floor in room 654. But don't wake him up. He really needs his sleep."
The team slowly filed in the elevator. It was really cramped.
"You're breathing on my neck," Garcia informed Strauss.
"Oh..Uh..I'm sorry," Strauss awkwardly cleared her throat.
Garcia laughed, remembering the time she said that to Reid.
They walked down the hallway of the fourth floor and found room 654.
Reid lay on his back, in the uncomfortable hospital bed. He was covered up with a few blankets and even in sleep he looked exhausted. His face was scraped up and he had a bandage on his forehead.
Hotch crept into the room first. Everyone followed in a line after that being as quiet as possible. They all sat silently, not talking to each other. They sat for four hours before Strauss decided to leave. After that Kevin left. But the rest of the team refused to move. Reid wasn't moving either. He still had not woken up and the team was getting anxious.
When Reid did begin to come back Morgan demanded Hotch get out.
"Hotch. Leave." Morgan said after Reid had flipped over to his other side.
"What? Why?" Hotch asked.
"He told me he didn't want to see you."
"So? I am his boss." Hotch replied turning back to Reid.
"Well we aren't on the job rigth now."
"Morgan I'm not leaving."
Morgan gave up and also turned his attention back to Reid who was beginning to stir.
Then Reid woke up.
The team has Reid. But everything is not going to be handy-dandy in panby land! In the next chapter, Reid is pretty much going to be pissed. So..Watch for that!
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