A/N- Hey guys :) Sorry about the last chapter being posted in all italics, I don't know how that happened.

Guess what? The other night I had the weirdest dream that this FF was a crossover with Supernatural and everyone kept reviewing saying how much it sucked! You know you spend to much time on FF when you start dreaming about it ;\

Sorry if this is a bit slow, but I promise you will learn a hell of what really happened next chapter. Scouts honour.

Boom. The sound was so loud that it shook her back to reality. It was defeaning.

"Get them out of here!" Hotch yelled as people moved around. Alex and Dean were rushed out of the room.

The gun dropped to the ground. She looked around to see what happened.

The sound made his stomach turn. Morgan wanted to be a professional, he wanted to seperate his emotion from his work... He couldn't. What if he had lost his friend?

"Spencer? SPENCER?"

What if he had failed? What if this was all over? Hotch took a gulp before rushing to work.

"Oh my god! Spencer... I... I... Are you alright? Oh my god.. I'm so sorry! Spencer!"

Reid looked up.

"It's fine. It's just a flesh wound." He said through pain, clutching his right arm as the blood began to spill.

"Oh my god! I hit you!" Valencia squeeled. "What do I do! Oh my god... Oh my god!"

"Someone get the damn phone line set up!" Yelled Frank.

Valencia ripped off her shirt as there was a tank top underneath it. "Here," She said, gently pushing her shirt to his wound.

Ring Ring

The phone rang, as she knew it would. She scrabled to the floor behind her, fumbling with the remote to turn off the television and grabbing the gun as to shove it in the back of her jeans. It seemed to ring louder and louder in her mind before she stood up and stared at it. She looked over at Reid who only stared at her while clutching his arm. What had she done? With trepidation she picked up the phone.

"Hello?" Valencia asked in a shaky voice.

Everyone at The Coffee House was dead silent as the team, Maggie, Frank and a few officers crowded around the phone and recorder they had haphazardly set up. They were all wondering whether he was okay and it had frightened them to their core.

"Valencia." Hotch said with his eyes closed. "Is everything alright?"

"I... I didn't mean to! It was an accident!"

Everyones heart dropped. Oh no.

"What happened Valencia? Is Dr Reid okay?"

"I.. No! I mean yes! He's alive. But he's hurt."

Hotch took a breath.

"Okay Valencia. You need to listen to me. Tell me exactly what happened."

"There was too much noise. I didn't know what was going on! They told me too..." She stopped, realizing it sounded crazy. "I just... the world was spinning, and the gun went off and I didn't know how it happened but it did and then he was hurt and I didn't mean too but I did!" She said as quickly as anything.

"Is he conscious?"

"Yes."

"Where did he get shot?"

"His arm."

At this point the team felt huge relief wash over them. This was certainly not an ideal situation, but at least he wasn't dying.

"Valencia, I need to talk to Dr Reid." Said Hotch, knowing it likely wouldn't amount to anything. Her answer shocked him

"Okay."

Valencia knew this wasn't a good idea for her. She should have put it on speaker phone, or let him say something quickly before hanging up. The truth was, she'd had enough of this. She just wanted it to be over. If Hotch and Reid decided to plot her demise then perhaps it wasn't a bad thing. Besides, if anyone deserved a phone call it was Reid. She handed him the phone, walked back to the spot she had been sitting in early and sank to the floor, staring at the ground. It suprised Reid to say the least.

"Hotch?" Reid asked, suprised at how his voice croaked.

Hotch closed his eyes in relief.

"Reid. Am I on speaker phone?"

"No."

Hotch paused for a minute.

"Can you hear what I'm saying, Valencia?"

"It's just me Hotch." Said Reid.

This could have been a tactic Valencia was using, by forcing Reid to say he was alone to gauge Hotch's response. Hotch knew Reid well however and knew that he would have found a way to warn him.

"Reid, are you okay?"

"I've been better." Reid joked through the pain.

"Are you hurt?"

"It's just a fleshwound. My arm. I'll survive."

"Reid, can you tell us what happened?"

"A misunderstanding. A lot of confusion" Reid said looking at Valencia whose eyes where still on the ground. He couldn't give to much away without her catching on and getting upset.

"I understand." Said Hotch. "Is there a chance she'll try something again?"

Reid searched for words he could use while Valencia sat across from him.

"Not intentionally." He decided on.

"We've got her father here. It looks like something's up." Hotch said.

"I know."

"You know what?" Hotch asked curiously.

"The first part."

Hotch looked at his team mates.

"How?"

"News." Said Reid, trying not to be to specific.

"Damn it. Is that what caused her episode?"

"That and other things."

Hotch thought about it.

"On the news?" He questioned.

"Yes."

"About Alex Newman?"

"No."

"The Doctor?"

"Yes."

Pause.

"What kind of state is she in now?"

"Silent."

Hotch took another break before responding.

"We're going to get you out of there, okay Reid? Just hold on and stay quiet. This case is looking more and more complicated." Hotch gulped at what he was about to say as he hadn't said it outloud yet. He looked at Maggie. "It's possible we may have missed something."

Reid closed his eyes, half out of pain and half out of confusion. Hotch didn't miss anything.

"How likely is it that she'll try something like this again?"

"It depends."

"On what? Her mental state?"

"Yes."

"And in your professional opinon?"

"I don't know, Hotch. It could at any time."

Reid risked a glance at Valencia but she was still staring at the floor.

"Reid, can I speak to Valencia?"

Reid moved the phone away from his face before asking her.

"Valencia, I'm going to slide the phone over to you, okay? Agent Hotchner wants to speak with you. You don't have to if you don't want too."

This time Valencia looked up at him, tears rolling down her face. She nodded. With his good arm, Reid slid the phone over to her.

"Hello?" Valencia asked as she brought the phone to her ear.

"Valencia." Said Hotch. "I know you didn't mean to hurt him. It was an accident, I know that, nobody blames you."

Valencia scrunched her eyes shut to stop more tears from falling.

"But we need for you to come out. Dr Reid is innocent. You know that, don't you?"

"I course I do." She said quietly.

"Then let him go, Valencia."

She shook her head even though she knew he couldn't see.

"You don't get it. Why didn't you just answer me? I wrote to you all the time."

"Valencia, we didn't get the letters. They didn't send them."

More tears rolled down her face as she choked back a sob.

"I'm sorry Aaron, but this... it's bigger than all of us. If you don't have something back in one hour... Someone will die."

With that, she hung up. She purposefully did not look at Reid.

The agents looked at each other.

"Someone." Said Emily, illuminating their thoughts.

Hotch walked back to Alex Newman's room, this time more angry than he'd ever been. Maggie tried to keep up but Hotch was walking too fast and officers kept getting in her way, all trying to also keep up with what had just happened. When Hotch reached the room he swung the door open almost hard enough to break the glass on a nearby window. Maggie came in behind him and shut the door but sensed he wanted to take the lead. She hung back while Hotch walked up to the table, pulled out a chair and stared at Newman.

"What happened?" Asked Alex in a voice more vunerable than either of them had heard.

"What do you think happened?" Hotch shot back.

Alex looked down.

"Is she alright? Is the person she's with alright?"

"They're alive... For now."

Alex took a huge sigh of relief and slumped back in his chair.

"But alright? That's another issue entirely. I've got an agent in there who has been shot and Valencia is so ill that she could kill him or herself at any second."

This caused Alex to straighten up a bit.

"Tell me about you and Dean Porter." Said Hotch. It wasn't a question.

"What do you want to know?"

"Were you in a relationship?"

Alex hesitated for a minute before settling on "Yes."

"How long were you together?"

Alex again looked around the room before answering.

"I don't know... It was a while ago. Maybe... two years? I could be wrong. You'd have to ask Dean."

"You don't remember how many years you were together with someone whose daughter you went to jail for molesting?"

Alex hung his head.

"No. Sorry."

Hotch's fist came pounding down on the table causing Alex newman to jump. Maggie flinched slightly but managed to hide it well.

"I don't believe you Alex. I want the truth!"

"I... I don't know! What you want me to say? I loved him."

"Then why can't you tell me a simple thing like how long you were together?"

Alex paused.

"I don't know... I was embarrassed, I guess."

"You know what? I don't believe you. "

"Look, I don't care what you-"

"Shut up!" Hotch yelled, suprising everyone in the room including himself. He couldn't remember the last time he had told anyone to shut up.

"You listen to me Newman because I'm only going to say this once. You've gone on and on about how you care for Valencia and how you would never hurt her. Now's your chance to prove it. In there," Hotch used his hand to point in the general direction of the bookstore "Is a bright, sick young girl who at 17 has been through more than most will in a lifetime. If I don't start getting some answers she's going to shoot an innocent man. After that, do you know what she's going to do Newman? Then she's going to shoot herself!"

Hotch's words hit home, and Alex started laughing. It wasn't a joyful or malicious laugh, but one of pity and desperation. The laugh soon turned to quiet tears before alex leaned back, looking down. When he looked back up at Hotch all the emotion was gone. He looked calm for the first time.

"You're right." Alex said. "I'm a coward." This part was said quietly and more to himself than anything.

"I'm sorry. I've been lying to you. I haven't told you the full story." He looked at Hotch and Maggie now who were both listening intently. "In fact, I haven't even started telling you the real story at all."