Morgan didn't take one breath as he watched the scene unfold before him, he watched his friend and teammate fall from the window, he saw Hotch break into a sprint and leap out letting the boy fall on top of him, he heard a sickening crack as Hotches arm paid the price for his actions to save Reid.

He groaned and couldn't breathe as the kid had knocked the air right out of his lungs; Prentiss rushed forward and pulled Reid's lifeless body from Hotch calling a medic in fast. Hotch clutched his arm to support it but turned instinctively to care for Reid; he sat up groaning as he did and checked Reid's pulse.

The medics rushed in "He's unconscious and bleeding heavily." The medic told his team and they lifted Reid onto a stretcher taking him to the waiting ambulance, Hotch refused medical care until Reid had been taken care of and he accompanied Reid to the hospital praying for his youngest member to pull through, he couldn't lose him now, not now.

Morgan's eyes began to sting, the smoke and heat from the fire was beginning to claw at his skin. He turned to find his exit blocked by a wall of flames, at which point he called for a ladder and was swiftly aided by the fire crews.

Prentiss called Rossi to let him know what had happened and arranged to meet him at the hospital to see how Reid was doing.

Rossi hung up picking up his bag of money, he let out a sigh of relief and looked around Reid's tiny house, it was neat and organised. He had various medieval and technical books organised alphabetically on a case taller than he was. There was no TV and several notebooks were lying around which were filled with Reid's thoughts and reflections.

Rossi went upstairs to the boy's tiny bedroom to fetch the boy some clothes and essentials, he would no doubt need them after what he had suffered. He grabbed a bag from Reid's room and quickly packed him a few shirts, under garments and pants along with some pj's and a few books the boy had at his bedside.

He turned giving him just enough time to see Dex's fist connect with his face knocking him out cold.

Reid had gone into surgery and Hotch was finally allowing a doctor to look at his arm, Prentiss arrived at the hospital with Morgan and met JJ and Garcia who swiftly embraced Morgan and broke down, he moved his hand in slow circles on her back and soothed her, letting a few tears slip himself.

JJ sat silently holding Prentiss' hand trying not to let the tears fall which were now filling her eyes, Hotch was being looked at and so there wasn't anyone to be strong, she had to be strong for everyone at least until he came back.

"Did you see him?" Garcia blubbered into Morgan's shoulder, "he was so…so…broken" she shook in a fit of hysteria and Morgan took her to get some air and calm down.

"Where's Rossi" Prentiss chimed in suddenly as if coming out of a trance, "he was supposed to meet us here, have you heard from him JJ?".

"No I haven't" she mumbled not breaking her focus on a particular point on the wall which she was now staring at. "He'll be here" she whispered in passing. He was the last thing on her mind right now, Reid could be dying on the table right now and Prentiss was worried about Rossi?

Rossi awoke disorientated, his head ached and he felt nauseous, he was still in Reid's bedroom, he had been tied to Reid's bed, probably so he had no way of contacting the team. Dex must have found out that Reid wasn't dead and had gone to finish the job.

Rossi flexed against his restraints and called for someone to help him, he couldn't be trapped here while Reid was in danger once again. His head spun and his arms ached, he suddenly felt a deep sadness overwhelm him, Reid had gone through beatings and been restrained for days, his pain now was nothing compared to the pain the young agent must've gone through. He cursed himself for his weakness, for not fighting back, for going to Reid's house alone and especially for not being there when the young genius would wake up to tell him that he really was safe, that he didn't have to worry any more.

But what really got to him was that Dex had taken his credentials and Reid was now a sitting duck…

Reid awoke in a room which strongly smelled of cleaning products, there was no familiarity or warmth there, just plain white walls and basic sheets, in this room alone, he didn't feel like Spencer Reid anymore, he felt like a test subject.

A doctor walked in looking intently at a clip board, muttering to himself. He introduced himself as doctor Blakestone and proceeded to ask Reid his name and address, all to make sure the young Agent was functioning normally and wasn't suffering from amnesia.

"I will go and inform your visitors that you are awake but you can't see them until the anaesthetic has fully worn off, get some rest Mr Reid…" Reid's mouth formed the word doctor, he had worked hard for that title and it wasn't going to be removed from him if he could help it. The doctor had already wandered out towards the waiting room however and so Reid was left to sulk to himself.

He quickly gave in to the call of sleep but didn't sleep peacefully, every time he closed his eyes he saw smoke pouring in, he saw Andrew's lifeless body next to him, he saw blood pooling around him and the keys to his chains always out of his reach, he saw Dex's face as his blade had been forced into his side, he saw the look of pleasure on his face as it happened and he awoke screaming, only to find that he wasn't alone…

"Spencer Reid" the doctor called into the waiting room in order to attract his visitors attention.

"Yes!" The team rushed forward, Hotch had rejoined them with a large plaster cast encasing his arm. "Spencer suffered major blood loss, for which he is receiving transfusions and will be for the next few days, he suffered three broken ribs and a large stab wound to his right side, we were able to operate and in time he will be left with a scar but no permanent physical damage. He suffered a slice to his left shoulder and severe bruising to his chest, arms, legs and especially his face, he required stitches to his forehead but it looks as though he will make a full physical recovery."

"Can we see him?" Garcia enquired meekly a request which for now was refused.

"We only allow one visitor at a time when a person is recovering from major trauma such as this" the doctors comment drew confused looks from the team.

"Are you saying he has a visitor?" Hotch asked, confused.

The doctor nodded, bemused by the teams reaction "One...Agent David Rossi".