**WARNING! Reid and Ashley MAY or MAY NOT be having sex this chapter. Enjoy!

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Chapter #19

Reid wheeled her back into her room where he found the bed was made, as well as an extra blanket and two pillows folded neatly on the couch. He made a mental note to thank the nurses for helping him.

Ashley climbed out of the chair and went to the closet, opening the door. She unzipped her duffle bag, and started going through it.

He folded up the wheelchair and leaned it again the wall on the other side of the room.

"Are you ok?" He heard her asking as she stood up, holding a pair of socks.

"I'm fine," he said as he turned around.

"You didn't say much during breakfast," she said. He looked at his girlfriend's face, still seeing the black eye and the other small bruises on her face. He bit his lower lip, stopping himself from becoming Supervisory Special Agent Dr. Spencer Reid of the FBI. To Ashley, he was just Spencer, now Doc, as she called him. He remembered JJ's words, 'It's normal; you guys profile everyone. It's a part of who you are.' But was it this part of him that wanted to question Ashley about this. He knew right now, however, that she needed a friend more. Hotch never told him that they were getting involved or anything like that, but he knew that Garcia had or was going to be running a background check on her. Ashley sat on the bed as she tried to lean forward to put on her socks.

"Hold on, let me do it," he said. Reid picked up the foot lotion that he brought for her and sat down on the bed beside her. Ashley laid her feet on top of his lap. He started rubbing her feet and she leaned back and smiled.

"That feels nice. I didn't know that you knew of how to massage." He nodded his head.

"Actually the act of massage," he began.

She smiled before leaning forward. She grabbed his scrub top and she pulled him closer and kissed him. Reid gave in before pulling back, braking this kiss.

"Wow," he said. He continued to rub her feet in silence.

"Talk to me," she whispered.

"Huh." he said.

"Something is bothering you, isn't it?" Reid didn't answer her. "I am going guess it doesn't have to do with my house blowing up or the attack." Reid looked at her; Damn this woman can read me like a book.

"Please," she said, brushing hair away from his face. She moved her legs off of his lap and edged closer to him. "Doc, you are important to me and if something is bothering you this, talk to me, please." Reid was quiet, setting his hands in his lap. His fingers touched together.

"Are the cravings really getting strong," she asked.

He looked at her, shaking his head, "No, it hasn't nothing to do with Dilaudid. It's just that," Reid started to say. He cleared his throat a few times. "I haven't been in a serious relationship with a girl."

She smiled. "It's ok." She brushed another strand of his hair back. "I have a confession as well. This is my first relationship that I can be me."

"'Me?'"

"For the first time, it is ok for me to let you know when I am hurting and I need to take it easy. I don't have to fake a smile with you and lie to you that 'I'm fine,' that 'I'm ok.' And all the while, all I want to do is put a bullet in my head." He gave a half smile. "I know with you that it's ok to watch Disney movies and make teddy bears. That I am a great cook and make the best raisin cookies in the world, but yet, I always burn the microwave popcorn. I think from now on, my boyfriend will have to make the popcorn."

"Boyfriend?"

She smiled, nodding her head, "Boyfriend. This is scary for me too. I know the last time we were together we both let our guards done and became vulnerable and instead of dealing with it the next day, you were called away on a case." Reid was about to say something, but she raised her hand, stopping him.

"I know that is part of your job and I am ok with it. I didn't go into this relationship with blinders on. I knew that you traveled a lot and leave at a moments notice. That wasn't the first time you'd left me like that. Just the timing of it just really sucked."

Reid smiled, nodding his head, "It did, didn't it." He took the socks from her. She carefully moved her legs again so he could put them on.

"Better," she asked as she moved closer to him so she was almost sitting in his lap sideways. He nodded as he wrapped his arms around her, still being gentle with her back. Reid leaned forward and kissed her. She deepened it, moving closer to him. He touched her face and continued.

She broke off the kiss and slowly moved to her knees. Reid moved his body around, facing Ashley as she got on his lap. She kissed him again, this time, he could feel her tongue slipping inside, touching his tongue. He felt his member straining against his pants.

With every ounce of will he had inside of him, he gently pushed her away, looking at her. He wanted to continue, but he wasn't going to push her, despite the fact she was the one who started it.

"It's ok," she whispered as she slowly placed her hands on his sides. "It's ok, I want to," she said as she slowly pulled up his scrub top.

Reid kissed her before he raised his arms up over his head, allowing her to pull his top off of him. He started to kiss her neck as he undid her robe, sliding it off of her.

He carefully laid back on the bed with her still on top of him, now on all fours. Reid ran his hand up along her thigh then he moved to the inside of her thigh. He slowly moved his hand up and started rubbing his fingers against her clit. She let out a quiet gasp, closing her eyes as he continued. His fingers were soon coated when he stuck them inside, moving in and out.

With his other hand, he found the knot on the back of her gown where he untied it and it slowly fell off of her shoulders. He sat up, still holding her. He started to nibble on her neck as he gently push down her gown.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, "Kid," Morgan called out.

"Shit," Reid quietly cursed. He quickly got off of the bed, picking up his scrub top then he pulled the covers back. Ashley climbed in and he pulled up the blankets. Picking up her robe, he tossed it in a chair as he walked to the door. He slipped on his shirt and straightened his hair with his hands before opening up the door.

Morgan stepped in, carrying a bunch of folders and a black t-shirt. He looked at Ashley sitting up in her bed, with the blankets over her lap, now staring back at him then looking at Reid. He just started smiling at Reid where she saw Reid crossing his arms over his chest and blushing.

"Is there something that you need," she said, trying to defuse the situation.

"Yeah, I need to talk to Reid for a minute." The two gentlemen left Ashley alone in the hospital room where she let out a breath.

"Holy shit," she said as she collapsed back on the bed, only to flinch at the pain again. Reid closed the door behind him as he and Morgan went to stand out in the hallway.

"Hotch wanted me to give you this and this shirt," he said as he handed the files and shirt to Reid. Reid took them, tucking then underneath his arm.

"Did you really threatened one of the doctors with arrest," he asked. Reid looked up seeing Morgan's surprised look on his face.

"Yes I did," he answered honestly. "They were going to give Ashley drugs and they really didn't care about her sobriety. How did you know about that?"

"The hospital called Hotch to complained about you." Reid let out a sigh, not really surprised about this.

"Kid, I know you care about her. But you cannot be acting like this or else you will be barred from her room." Reid let out another sigh as he ran his fingers through his brown hair, pushing it away from his face.

"But off the record, I am proud of you for sticking up for her."

"So are we going to get involved in this?"

"We weren't at first, but Hotch got another phone call, this time from Director Strauss telling us that she got orders from her superiors to drop the case, which caused her to be more suspicion because she didn't know what was going on. And she made it clear to Hotch about her dislike about being out of the loop." Reid looked at Morgan, who he thought of as an older brother, knowing that there something more.

"When it happened, were you around a pool?" Morgan said referring to what had happened when he had come to the hospital earlier this morning.

"What, no? It happened in that room," he said, pointing to the empty room where he then realized that there was no police tape across it.

"Why isn't there any police tape on the doorway?"

"Kid, the clothes were soaked in chlorine, making the DNA testing harder. And the severed finger never showed up and there is no reports or evidences that it ever happened?"