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Chapter Two:

J.J.'s eyes were completely red. She found out it was possible to literally run out of tears. It was so unfair. So WRONG! He deserved better. Spencer Reid deserved so much better. Now he was going to die.

She watched as Prentiss approached her slowly with a slight limp from the Scratch. It was her turn to give some bad news.

"How is he doing?" Prentiss asked.

The tears welled up again unexpectedly. "He's not going to make it this time, Emily. He can't. Not without a miracle."

"What do you mean?" she asked, taking a seat.

"He was shot with a special a hollow point bullet," she explained. "The doctors had a hard time finding all the fragments that, in the process had torn up his left kidney and ruptured the other. He needs a blood relative match."

"So," Prentiss said impatiently. "Let's drag his father down here. I know they aren't on good terms but I'm sure he'll give his son a kidney to survive."

J.J. shook her head. "It's not that simple. The doctor told me his father isn't medically fit and that is all he would say. Spence has twenty-four hours to live."

"There have got to be more options," Prentiss said desperately. "What about an aunt or an uncle?"

"Emily, don't you get it?" J.J. shouted frantically. "It is over! We can't save him. There are no other options!"

Prentiss hugged J.J. as she began to sob. "It shouldn't end like this. It shouldn't!"

The director of the FBI was on the phone with Veronica Sterling, head of the Denver field office.

"I don't want Sloane's life in danger!" Sterling said.

"It won't be in danger, Ronnie," he said in return. "The procedure is perfectly safe for her. She has the right to know."

"There are always risks with surgery, Tanner," she said. "Is he really worth it?"

"I care about Sloane almost as much as you do, I promise. I think he is worth it."

"Let's make sure Sloan knows all the risks," Sterling said. "Let her decide."

"I will," he said. "Now why don't you put me on the phone with her?"

"Okay, Tanner and if anything happens to her—"

"You are free to beat the living daylights out of me without fear of punishment."

"I'm glad we understand each other."

Stirling put the director on hold and went into the bullpen. Sloane looked up.

"Does my brother need me?" she asked to Stirling's complete shock.