Peekaboo: Wow. Is it just me or does it feel like I havent updated this for a month? OH WAIT! I havent! And I'm sorry for that! More than you know! But I was in a horrible car crash with my dad and i got two roken ribs, a dislocated shoulder, and a concussion. So I spent a week ans a half in the hospital. But my dad faired much worse. He was in a lot longer than I was and he just got out. I did not feel like writing at all while he was trying to recover and sorry for that :(. He got out a few days ago and I was able to finish this chapter. It's really short. AGAIN (for like the hundredth time) IM SORRY! But thank you all for reviewing and alerting. Also if you favorited it :) Thanks to my beta too who helped a lot with this chapter.

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Are you sure?" Garcia asked Hotch after she had dragged Morgan back with her by her the shirt.

"He'll be fine, but the doctor said no more visitors, " Hotch nodded.

Garcia's face fell dramatically, and her cherry red lips dropped into a pout. She huffed a little and then plopped in the white chair, her silver bangles rattling a little as she did so. She pulled Morgan down with her, and he looked at her fondly. She really was a great woman-there wasn't another one like her.

Garcia started looking self-conscious as she noticed Morgan looking at her. "What, do I have something in my teeth?" Garcia smiled.

"No, it's nothing," Morgan answered. He looked down to his lap and noticed that he still had a small smile lingering on his lips.

Emily watched from another chair a few down from theirs. Morgan and Garcia still got along so well, but she was surprised that they left to get coffee instead of wait for Reid's doctor. Nothing had changed, really, despite Reid being in the hospital now. She thought maybe something might have-anything! But…no. JJ and Hotch's relationship was definitely something different, at least. Not in a romantic way at all, but something had happened there that had brought them close together. She smiled faintly and looked into the magazine she was reading.

"I really think we should all go home and get some rest," Hotch told them all honestly. He was obviously dying to see Jack, too.

"Hotch..." Morgan sighed.

"Morgan, Reid will be fine. There aren't any visitors allowed anymore, anyways. We wouldn't be doing any good if we just stayed here."

"But what if something happens?" Garcia asked worriedly.

"Well, if we all die of exhaustion we won't be able to do anything, now will we? We can't stay at the hospital forever. He'll be back eventually. You guys can stay but I'm leaving And I would definitely recommend leaving with me, considering you all don't have your cars." Hotch sighed as he stood up, stretching. JJ followed in a swift-like motion, almost mirroring him.

The ghost of a smile had left Emily's lips. She didn't have a choice on where she could go. She was staying with JJ. She wished so badly she could stay and see Reid, but she knew that that was not an option at the moment. So she followed Hotch and JJ to the elevators with Rossi, Morgan, and Garcia tailing behind her. On the way to the cars JJ and Hotch bickered about JJ bringing Emily to the hospital after he clearly instructed not to.

"I told you twenty minutes before that I didn't want her there yet," Hotch grouched.

"Well, I wanted to be there and she did too. So I brought her here. Okay?" JJ griped back.

"That was an order."

"It's a hospital!" JJ's voice became higher and more flustered as their conversation carried on.

"So?"

"We were at a hospital! You don't give orders at a hospital-especially when Reid is in the hospital," JJ glared at him with piercing eyes.

"You know this job requires you be on 'the job' 24/7 JJ."

JJ didn't answer; she just walked in front of him with her heels clacking across the dark pavement and her perfect blonde hair tossing a little as she did.

Hotch rolled his eyes.

Emily felt like a child stuck in between her divorced parents- going back and fourth, dividing custody and responsibility. It sucked. She wanted to say some really nasty things about it too, but she held her tongue. She couldn't say anything. She had caused all this trouble to begin with, anyways.

The wave of grief and guilt passed over Emily all over again as she thought about how it was her fault. She went under that wave and she never resurfaced.

"Hey," Rossi said as he walked into Reid's room three weeks later. Reid looked up from an exceedingly large pile of books and smiled dimly.

"Hey Rossi," he replied. His voice was so rough that Rossi could hardly hear the "Reid" underneath it.

"How are you doing?" Rossi inquired.

"Oh, I'm great." Reid smiled a little bit bigger than before. It was a smile that stretched too far, definitely a forced smile. He tried to clear his throat but failed.

"That's good," Rossi informed him, "I brought you some food. It's from that Italian place I told you about last time I was here."

At first Reid looked taken aback, but then he grinned a little bit. "Thanks. Really. All this hospital food doesn't taste very good."

"That's what I figured," Rossi laughed deeply.

When Rossi went to see Reid they didn't have much to talk about. It was mainly the same few words spoken to each other every time they met.

"How are you doing?"

"Oh, fine."

"That's good."

Then some muttered words about the weather, the team and how everyone was doing, the polite chatter about politics and the daily news. But eventually the words grew tiresome, and all conversation was dropped. Their words were being wasted on casualties that neither of the men wanted to hear, and the visit became one of those times where silence was better than chatter.

When Reid had first been in the hospital and Rossi was not sure if he was going make it, he had actually felt guilty. He felt guilty about how he treated Reid at the beginning. He was kind of rude. Even though Reid just wanted to talk, Rossi had blown him off. But soon enough he learned that Reid really was an asset to the team and not just some smart kid trying to hard.

Suddenly Reid started digging into the Italian food he had brought.

Rossi just smiled in the realization that everything would be all right after all.

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