"Don't move so much Spencer." Nurse McKenzie said, her voice was stiff as she concentrated on the position of the needle. "The doctor just wants to run a few more tests before your released."

"I don't like needles."

"So you work with serial killers but your scared of needles."

"Correction, I do not work with serial killers I profile and capture them, me and my team that is and I'm not scared, but I'm not overly thrilled with the idea of a sharp thin piece of metal injecting a foreign body into my bloodstream nor the idea of the same piece of long thin metal taking my blood out."

"Well said" She laughed softly, "All done. Now was that so bad?"

The knock on the door interrupted his answer. They both turned to the rather pale looking Hotch. He addressed the nurse first. "Can we have a minute." She smiled and turned back to Reid. Patting his cheek softly she turned and left the room. Hotch waited until the nurse left the room before standing. Reid couldn't help but notice his decent upward was incredibly slow for the athletic agent.

"How are you?" Hotch's movements were stiff, his walking was slow and crooked.

"How are you?" Hotch laughed. "I asked you first."

"Okay."

"Me too."

An awkward silence filled the air. Neither knowing exactly what to say to the other. Hotch stared at Reid and Reid stared at his hands.

"I understand if you're angry at me, hate me even." Reid stumbled over the words, the first to break the silence. "I knew you were angry and I caused the distraction. It was my fault. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I hurt you. I'm sorry that Haley and Jack had to worry and I'm sorry that everyone wasted their time here. I'm sorry."

"No." Hotch buried his head into his hands, rubbing his palms against his eyes. "No."

"Look at me." Reid just turned, unwilling to see the hatred in the mans eyes, the accusing look that was sure to be aimed directly at him. "Reid, please, you have to listen to me on this one. Please look at me. I have to tell you something, and you have got to hear me."

"This was NOT your fault. You did not hurt me. Haley's worrying was not your fault and nobody wasted their time. We all love you. Nobody wated their time and nobody blames you. I don't blame you. If anything I should apologize. I would've come earlier. I - I thought you would have blamed me. I mean… Its just that… I was… Ugh." Furiously he wiped his face with the palms of his hands. "I'm sorry. In the car on the way back. I knew you were trying to help. Me and Haley, she left me and moved in with her sister. She took Jack. It's easier to be angry then upset. I didn't want to say anything. It makes it real, I guess. I don't know.'

They looked each other in the eyes. Not breaking contact. "You didn't have to tell me." Reid said, his voice soft as he surveyed the face of his superior.

"I know I didn't but I wanted to. I should have told you a week and a half ago. Maybe things would be different."

"It wasn't your fault."

"Now that's the thing I've been trying to tell you."

"The only person at faultt was the man who decided to run the red light. Nobody else's." He paused a moment, "Do you hear me?"

"Yeah, I hear you."

"I'll be back to visit you, I need to go talk to Haley but, I'll be back."

"You don't…" He cut himself off, when he noticed the look on the mans face. "Okay, see you then."

Hotch paused for a moment, before slowly placing a hand on the youngest man shoulder. He squeezed his hand around his shoulder causing the doctor to turn his head, hiding a smile that laced his face.

"See you later." Hotch couldn't help but smile too.


Reid had lunch with Morgan on his last day in the hospital. The tests were coming back later in the day and Reid had to see the doctor one more time before being released.

"I hear you and Hotch talked."

"Yeah." Reid chewed slowly, hoping to delay the conversation Morgan needed to hear. He had to hear he was going to be okay. Reid understood that. "He came by after he was released. He visited yesterday too."

"Did you get a chance to talk to him?" Morgan dove back into the hospital food, but keep his attention to Reid."

"Yeah, he said the same things you did."

"Well…" Morgan flashed the smile that sent girls falling to his feet, "Of course he said the same as me. I mean…" He laughed, and Reid couldn't help but laugh too.

Once they quieted down, Reid spoke, "Are you still angry at him?" The question had caught Morgan off guard and he sputtered for an answer. "I'm a profiler, Morgan."

"No shit, smart ass." Pause, "No, I'm not angry at him."

"That's good." Morgan laughed.


"Everything seems to be healing up nicely. The bruises will fade within a couple weeks. The tests results came back, everything seems to be in working order."

"Thank you, Doctor."

"So, he's alright?" Agent Jason Gideon asked.

"I can leave?"

"Yes and Yes. I expect to see you back in 2 weeks, Dr. Reid. Are my instructions clear?" His voice serious.

"Yes, sir."

"I'll see you in two weeks Dr. Reid." He waved as he exited the room.

"Ready?"

"Lets go." As they walked toward the exit, Reid studied his surroundings, he only looked at the senior agent when the wheelchair came to a stop. Gideon was staring at a man. Their eyes meant for a moment before the man turned away. "Who's that?"

"He was at the accident sight. He was just watching the scene. Not helping, not panicking just watching." The man returned his gaze to Gideon then looked down at Reid. His mouth formed as smile; a smug, sickening smile. The look alone sent shivers up Reid's spine.

"Lets get out of here." Gideon said as he pushed the wheelchair forward.

He knew despite what everyone thought, this was far from over.

END


Well, I left it open for a sequel. I'm not sure if I'll do it. Did you like the end? How about the Hotch/Reid talk. I honestly couldn't see them getting mushy, huggy, feely. It would have been really awkward to write in the current situation but the shoulder thing I could def. see happening, butttttt if I do a sequel I might just have them hug. Lol.

Anyway. Do you guys want a sequel? Ohh and guess what…. I made it over 200 reviews!!!!!!!!! I was so happy that I wrote the whole Hotch/Reid scene after that.

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