I do not own Criminal Minds. Thank you to Dragonsmaiden for being my beta reader and thank you to my sister for being my sounding board. Please read and review.Chapter #13

Sirens were blaring. Ashley felt like she was moving, but yet, she was lying still.

"Come on baby, stay with me," she heard a male voice. She opened her eyes, finding herself inside an ambulance.

"There you go," she heard the voice again.

"Where am I," she asked, her voice in a whisper.

"You are in an ambulance, you're on your way to the hospital." She then saw the paramedic come into her view.

"No drugs," she said weakly.

"Excuse me," he said.

"No drugs, I am a recovering addict."

"Alright," he said as the darkness overwhelmed her and swallowed them whole.

Ashley opened her eyes again to see a bright light shining in her eyes.

"Miss, miss," she heard a different male voice calling out. She tried to swat the light away using her hand, but her entire body felt heavy and her didn't seem to want to cooperate.

"Stay still, do you know where you are?"

"Hospital?"

"What was the last thing you remember?"

Ashley tried to remembered, "I was taking my dog for a walk," she answered weakly. The light in her eyes was gone when she blinked her eyes again. She could hear voices giving out orders that she didn't understand.

"No drugs," she whispered. But they didn't appear to listen to her.

"No drugs," she begged again before she fell unconscious again.

Ashley opened her eyes again, finding herself, lying on her stomach.

"Hey darling," she heard Harry. She smiled when the familiar figure came into her eye line.

"Harry," she said weakly.

"Hey there, how are you feeling?"

"Very sore. What's happened?"

"Your sewer line blew up, the police are still looking into it. Your back and arms were impaled by bits of wood about the size of toothpicks along with glass shards. You also have a mild concussion. You are very lucky to be alive."

"My house blew up?"

"You don't remember, do you," Harry asked. She shook her head, only to wish that she had spoken the word no aloud. Her body ached more when she moved her head.

"I don't feel so lucky." She tried to sit up, "Harry, the drugs, they can't," she started to say.

"Hey, hey now darling, lie down." Harry said, gently pushing her back down. "The paramedic told the doctors in the ER about your recovery. I also made sure that the doctors here know about this. They promised me that they wouldn't give anything stronger than aspirin, alright."

She tried to sit up back up again, "But Bailey was with me, wasn't he," she said. Her entire body and her head felt so heavy and her arms gave out and she came down with a flop. She landed face down where she let out a low groan in pain that was muffled by the pillow beneath her.

"Darling, take it easy. Bailey got some cuts and bruises and had to get some stitches. He's at the animal hospital and has to stay there for a few days; the vet wants to keep an eye on him. But he will be fine and will be raising hell in no time." Ashley turned her head facing him again.

Harry gently brushed hair out of her face, "You will have to stay here for at least a day, just so they can watch you." She bit her lower lip, trying to nod her head.

"Now, do you want me to call Dr. Reid for you," he asked. She started to slowly nod her head again when her head started spinning. She closed her eyes, trying to get the spinning stop.

"I don't know if he called me or not." She opened her eyes, seeing Harry looking at her, not understanding what was going on.

"I'm sure he did. I will call him and tell him what's happening. Now close your eyes and try to get some rest. I'll be right back." He started walking away while pulling his phone from his pocket, in the doorway her turned back. "Don't worry, I'll stay with you."

Throughout the day, Ashley was constantly woken up; she was getting more and more annoy at the nurses asking her the same questions about how she was feeling and how her headache was. She was feeling frustrated and felt that headache would get better if the nurses didn't bug her so much.

It was late at night when Harry had to leave to close the bar and do the nightly deposits. She opened her eyes, seeing a small blonde woman with glasses with pigtails and a big purple flower in her hair. The woman stood over her bed in silence. Ashley stared at her, waiting for her to ask the same dumb questions.

"Well hello sweet pea," the stranger said. 'Sweet pea, this was going to be interesting,' she thought. Ashley tried to reach for the glass filled with water, with a straw sticking out, which was sitting on the little table beside her bed.

"Oh sweet pea, I got it," the stranger said. She reached over for the glass and held it for Ashley as she took a drink.

"Thanks. Before you ask, I am fine, but tired, my headache is about the same. I am still in the hospital and no, I still don't remember what happened," she said. The woman put the glass back on the table.

"Ok, well that is good," the stranger said. Ashley studied the woman a bit more before realizing that she wasn't a nurse, if her flamboyant purple dress and her high heels were any indication.

"It would be too much for me to ask you for another favor?"

"Oh sure, honey."

"Did Darcy send you," she asked.

"Darcy?"

"Never mind, but you are not a nurse, are you," Ashley asked.

"Oh no, I am not, I am a friend of Reid," the stranger answered with a small laugh and a bright voice. Ashley slowly sat up, letting out a low hiss in pain, she knew shouldn't have sat up, but she wasn't going have a conversation with this person while lying on her stomach.

"Spencer," Ashley asked, rubbing her face. "Ok, do you mind if we start from the beginning please? Who are you?"

"I'm Penelope Garcia, I'm a technical analyst in the FBI and a friend of your Junior G-Man," she said, introducing herself.

"G-Man, Spencer," Ashley said, remembering that Reid had told her that Garcia had these weird nicknames for his "family".

"Yeah, your friend Harry called me, hoping that he could talk to Reid. But the FBI will not give out G-Men's private number to non-family members. So he charmed his way into talking to me, he must have remembered me from your concert. He is quite a charmer." Her bright smile widened.

Ashley smiled, "Oh he has been known to ooze hospitality to some people that we don't like."

"He told me what happened and I called Reid for him. I came by to see of how you were doing."

She looked around, "But visiting hours are long over, how did you get in?"

The blond smiled as she whipped out her FBI badge out of her purse. "With this," she said.

"Wow," Ashley said, looking at the badge, "I got to get me one of those."

"Reid knows what's going on and he is on his way," Garcia explained.

"No, he can't. He needs to stay put and help the people in," Ashley said, trying to remember of where he told her that he was going. "Wherever he is. There is nothing that he can do here, besides watching me sleep and bellyache."

"Honey, that's not true," Garcia said.

Ashley bent her head down; she didn't want to argue. She couldn't argue what she didn't know. The doctor had already explained to her that memory loss was a common side effect of a concussion and that she might get it back in time.

So as far as she knew Reid hadn't called her back, but since she didn't remember her house blowing up, she could have easily not remembered him calling her and dealing with the situation between them.

"Sweet pea, he can work the case from here," Garcia explained. "You need to lie back down and rest."

Ashley slowly laid back down, "I know, everyone keeps telling me that," she commented as she closed her eyes.