A/N: The story shall go on! Not much too say except THANK YOU! and I don't own CM or their characters!

It was still dark. He couldn't understand. There was a faint buzzing in the background. It was peaceful. However he never forgot. He couldn't speak. Not that he tried. He just knew. A part of him was scared too. He wasn't sure whether if he was dead or alive. It felt weird. He didn't have to do anything. He was lost in a dark abyss. Suddenly a bright light beamed, and he couldn't help but wince in pain. He wasn't expecting it. He didn't want to go anywhere near the light. He knew it meant a final goodbye. However his eyes adjusted to the light. He saw a glowing man looking down at him. Spencer wondered if that was supposed to be his angel. The man stared at him in shock. Spencer couldn't tell what he was saying. He figured it didn't matter. He was dead now. He had the freedom to do whatever he want...

The lights turned back on quickly. Panic had already filled the room. Hotch knew Reid was dead for sure. They had ran out of time and the moment the power went out, however short, they couldn't revive Reid. No one wanted to look at the fallen agent. They couldn't imagine seeing him dead, but this wouldn't be their imagination. He truly was gone. The doctor though, he didn't hesitate. His next words, though, made each member turn.

"Spencer! Can you hear me?" The doctor said loudly.

Their heads whipped around to see Spencer looking dazedly at the man as if he was the most interesting thing he's seen so far.

"Oh my Goodness!" Garcia cried out. Morgan stood there shocked. Rossi automatically began to thank all the deities he could think of. Emily couldn't help but to actually shed a small tear. JJ was already crying in both happiness and fear. Hotch just couldn't believe. A part of him wondered if he was delusional due to stress.

"I need nurses and new equipment, fast!" The doctor yelled. Reid still didn't talk. He just stared at the doctor. "He's not responding to my voice. He may have some form of brain damage," The doctor informed them. That statement brought Hotch out of his reverie. Dale and Andrea tried to kill Reid by shutting off the power. He died, but he came back on his own. Hotch couldn't understand what was going on, but he knew they found a way into the hospital.

"They're here," Hotch said in a tense voice. He got confused looks. "Andrea and Dale have to be in the hospital. This was an attempt to kill him," Hotch explained. "We have to guard Reid with our life. We check everyone in this room. JJ you watch the nurses every move," Hotch ordered. "If you see anything suspicious you act immediately," Hotch said with a new found strength. Seeing Reid once again beat the odds, brought the team new hope. The only thing they had to dread was his possible brain damage. Will he end up in an institution like his mother? Or a psychopath like his real father? They knew brain damage could change a person emotionally or physically. Sometimes both.

Morgan was already at the front door checking everyone's ID badge. Garcia was already hacking into the hospital security system scanning the cameras for Dale. JJ was watching every nurse's move Emily had a hand on her gun standing outside the room with Dave. Hotch realized he was just standing there and decided to help Morgan check each entering nurse.

Machines were rolling in and some were rolling out. They knew this was time consuming for Reid, because at any second, without proper ventilation, he would die...again.

After a good fifteen minutes, everything had settled. JJ covered the windows with the curtains. Garcia had only found a picture of Dale in a horrible disguise shutting off the power, running away once it came back on. It wasn't much to work with, but they didn't care. Spencer was still awake. The doctor took him off the ventilator, since he began to take it out himself and had him sitting at an angle. The doctor decided to put him on a nasal cannula, and at night, he will have an oxygen mask. The doctor admitted that he would be checking Spencer's levels ever half hour to make sure his oxygen levels are at the right levels. If not, then Reid will have to go back on the ventilator.

The room was silent. The profilers didn't speak to Reid, but they couldn't help but stare at him. He had died right before their eyes and when the lights came on. His eyes were open.

They were also worried about him. He didn't speak a word. In fact, he's been staring at the same spot on a wall. If he hadn't been dead about an hour ago, they would've been worried. Right now, they were just happy he was alive and he seemed better all of a sudden.

After another hour of silence Reid finally made a sound. It wasn't much, just a sigh. Morgan was the first to react. "Pretty Boy, are you okay?" Morgan asked feverishly. For a second there, Morgan thought he wasn't going to reply. He was surprised when Reid spoke.

"I'm fine," He said in a barely audible voice.

Morgan smiled brightly at the sound of Reid's voice. The only thing is, that he knew Reid was in pain. Reid couldn't seem to take deep breath with wincing and everyone could tell he was having trouble breathing. No matter what's wrong with Reid, he will never ask for help.

Reid wasn't sure if his mind as playing tricks again. Walter told him not to go to the light, but he did. This time, instead of that perfect comfort he felt in the shack, this time he felt pain throughout his body. Not to mention he felt weak and rather...slow. Reid ignored the thought. He needed to focus. Death wasn't supposed to be painful. Well, at least if he thought he was going to heaven. Then again who was to say he was going there. He remembered killing someone, however he couldn't remember who it was. He felt bad though. Whoever he killed didn't have to die. However, that thought brought on a new fear. He was supposed to remember this. This wasn't something he should've forgotten. Spencer looked up and stared into the eyes of a man with dark hair and brooding eyes. Reid instantly shied away. Rossi spoke to him however.

"Something's bothering you," Rossi stated gaining everyone's attention. Reid shook his head and stared at the floor. "There's no point in lying," Rossi smirked at Reid looked up in shock. He wanted to speak, but he couldn't find his voice. "Take you time, Spencer," Rossi said gently. Spencer nodded and thought for a second. Everyone was eager to hear what he had to say. Strangely they missed his voice. It was slightly different, but that was due to it's lack of usage.

"Who did I kill?" Spencer asked catching them off guard. They all shared a glance, but JJ spoke first. "Y-you mean you don't remember?" She asked flabbergasted. "I..I remember a face, but not a name," Spencer said slowly. "I'm supposed to know, but I don't."

Morgan got up and called for the doctor. Reid was curious as to why the doctor needed know why he couldn't remember he killed a man. He mentally slapped himself when he realized that he must've had some brain injury.

The doctor rushed in and automatically went to Spencer. He had to admit, this was a remarkable case. He wanted to run a few test, but the agents had Spencer under tight surveillance. Maybe he could use this as a reason to move him, though.

"I need to run some test on him. He may have excess fluid in his skull. Meaning he may slowly lose his memory and die. If this is what I think it is, then we can relieve the pressure and he will begin to remember whatever it was he forgot right now," The doctor said slowly.

"Spencer, My name is Dr. Phillips, I will be treating you while you're here with us. Is that okay?" He spoke slowly. Spencer merely nodded.

"Are you sure it's necessary to run test on him? I mean, can't you do it here?" Morgan asked.

"Hotch, it's okay. I'm not in any danger," Spencer said looking directly at Morgan. Morgan stared back at him unsure if he should correct the young man.

"Reid, I'm Hotch. That's Morgan," Hotch said making up Derek's mind.

Spencer looked between the two. He thought he was figuring it all out, but he thought wrong. "Well, I'm sorry. I think I can handle it," Reid said, this time skipping names. Morgan looked at Hotch. Hotch could only give the doctor consent. If Reid dies because he has fluid swelling his brain, he couldn't live with himself knowing it was completely preventable.

"JJ, go with him," Hotch said. Hotch knew JJ's soft touch is all Reid needed to stay calm.

JJ nodded as Dr. Phillips left the room. When Dr. Phillips came back, he had a wheelchair with him.

"I think I can walk," Spencer said slowly. He wasn't exactly up for being forced into a wheelchair. "Dr. Reid, as much as I admire your strength. You won't be able to stably walk. However, if you let me wheel you into to our testing site, we will do a quick run through to see if you can walk. If you pass, then you don't have to be wheeled everywhere you go," Dr. Phillips bargained. Spencer knew not many Doctors made bargains like that. He could see the hesitation in everyone's eyes. However, Reid wanted to feel independent. He wanted his mind to go back to normal and he wanted to get out of the hospital as soon as he can.

Spencer nodded his consent and Dr. Phillips carefully moved the stands holding his IV's. "I will take them along with you to the testing site," Dr. Phillips smiled kindly. Reid pouted slightly, he hated needles and didn't want them in, but didn't complain. He wanted to get better and high-tail it out of there.

The bed shifted down and Reid was instantly shocked. 'How come the other hospitals don't have this?' He wondered, but then dropped the thought. They probably did, but he didn't remember.

Reid looked at the Doctor hesitantly. He truly realized that we could barely move. However Dr. Phillips decided to save him from having to admit it. "Okay, so before you decide to just jump in the wheel chair, it's protocol for me to help you. You can't get away from that no matter what," Dr. Phillips said with a smile. Spencer smiled slightly and nodded. Dr. Phillip easily stood in front of Spencer, blocking him from the team's view. He would at least try to give the young man some privacy.

Spencer winced in pain as he was half dragged into the wheelchair. Dr. Phillips easily threw a blanket over his legs, so he wouldn't get cold. "Thanks," Spencer said tiredly. He wasn't sure if he could do the testing anymore. "Try not to fall asleep until we are done, I promise it will be quick," Dr. Phillips said as he began to push Reid's chair.

The team watched warily. They didn't want to let Spencer leave, but had no choice.

"Hotch, I think you should've let me go with him," Morgan said worriedly. "Reid needs someone less.. Alpha-like. He could barely make eye contact with any of us. If anything, JJ can get through to him," Hotch disagreed. "I know, but safety wise. I'm more of a threat to Dale," Morgan defended. "That may be so, but we have to make sure Reid's comfortable," Hotch spoke.

"Well, why didn't you send Emily?" Morgan asked. "Morgan.. You've been training JJ yourself right?" Hotch questioned. Morgan nodded. "Then you should trust her more. Trust is a key factor with a team," Hotch said knowing Derek would understand the deeper meaning. Derek nodded and sat down.

In the testing room, Reid laid on the CT table. He could quickly feel the table move as he entered the CT. He was slightly entertained by the lights, but tried his best not too move.

After a good ten minutes of scanning, the table rolled back out and Reid just laid there.

"Hey, Spence," JJ smiled as she looked at him. "Hey JJ.. right?" Reid said remembering Hotch calling her JJ. "Right," JJ smiled sadly. "You don't want to sit up?" JJ asked. Spencer frowned slightly. "If I tell you something... Will it stay between us?" Reid asked. JJ nodded with a small frown in concern. "I can't exactly move. Muscle weakness from being in that comatose state," Spencer sighed. JJ's eyes softened as she helped Spencer sit up.

Dr. Phillips came in looking at the brain scans. "I believe it's not fluid, just Cerebral Hypoxia," He said. Spencer nodded, but JJ looked rather confused. "That means my brain isn't getting enough oxygen. Whichever part was most affected is what is damaged. So I may have damage to my temporal lobe, but I don't think it's necessarily memory loss as to confusion," Reid explained. Dr. Phillips nodded in awe.

"It's very seldom we get patients with understanding," Dr. Phillips said. JJ just smiled and nodded. "He's our genius of the BAU," JJ said slightly smug. Dr. Phillips smiled brightly. "Of all the things a genius could do," He shook his head. "Well, I thought about being in the medical program, but my former mentor brought me here. When I think about it deeply enough, too many genius' go into the medical field. You guys don't need my help," Spencer said with a tilt of his head. "You are right. Most genius' do go to the medical field. You must be different though. You're an FBI agent and is currently wanted dead by some dude and his girl," Dr. Phillips said with a shrug. Spencer's eyes went wide as the words synched into his head.

"What?" Spencer asked. "Don't worry about it, Spence. It's nothing," JJ said trying to reassure him. "No, it can't be nothing if somebody wants me dead. Dr. Phillips, can you explain," Spencer asked. Dr. Phillips realized that Spencer wasn't supposed to know and quickly turned back to the CT Scans. "Um, about this whole walking thing..." Dr. Phillips said in effort to change the subject. "I'll figure that out later. Are we on a case?" Spencer asked. "What? NO! You are not on a case. However, the rest of us are. You just get better," JJ said softly. "I won't get better if I'm sitting here all day worrying about you guys! You should've told me back in the room. I'm not that far behind. Just a few hours. As for my movement, it'll gradually come back. I can work on it all day. Why am I in the hospital anyways?" Spencer ranted.

JJ sighed. She didn't want to worry Spencer, but she also couldn't just outright lie. He's a damned good profiler, and despite his temporary confusion, he will figure out the truth. She knew it's better to have a nervous Reid than an angry Reid.

"You're in the hospital, because a man named Brandon decided to hit you with his truck. We found out he did it on purpose and we soon caught him. He told us he wanted you dead. He also has an accomplice who helped break him of FBI custody. So, now we are searching for them. Also, you've been in a coma for almost 36 hours," JJ said excluding all the details. "That's it?" Spencer asked. Although his life was in danger, he couldn't understand why it was a huge deal. He was shocked that he was almost two days behind.

"Yes, Spence. We don't want him to hurt you. When you woke up, that was his attempt to kill you," JJ whispered grabbing his hand. She was shocked at how cold he felt. "Which is rather fascinating," Dr. Phillips crooned over the thought. Spencer looked at him warily and looked back at JJ. "Are you cold?" She asked. Spencer shook his head. "No, it's a blood pressure thing. I'm fine," Spencer said softly. "No, your not. Dr. Phillips, does he need anything for that?" JJ asked going mother hen on Spencer. The doctor chuckled and shook his head. "Actually, with a low body temperature, it's helping his body conserve more oxygen which is necessary for his brain," Dr. Phillps explained. JJ looked back at Spencer. "You see? I'm fine," Spencer smiled weakly. JJ lightly slapped his arm playfully. "Now, do you want to see if we can get your muscles working?" Dr. Phillips smiled. "Actually I think we should wait. He just woke up from a coma! Not to mention he died multiple times," JJ said not wanting to see Reid get hurt anymore.

"JJ, I'd rather be dead than to sit in a bed forever," Spencer explained making JJ gasp in shock. "Don't say that!" JJ exclaimed. "It's just how I feel. JJ, you of all people should know how I feel about bed rest and that I shouldn't be in a hospital," Spencer pointed out. JJ nodded in understanding. "Still, you can get hurt," JJ said softly. "I have to try. Besides, there's a case, and I'm already behind. I need to catch up," Spencer shrugged. "Oh no," JJ smiled, "You're not working on the case." She said as she noticed his eyes were starting to close. "Spence," JJ called causing him to reawaken.

"Oh right the test. Dr. Phillips, you're taking forever," Spencer pouted causing Dr. Phillips to chuckle. "Sorry, here let's get started before you fall asleep," Dr. Phillips said.

Hotch just got off the phone with the CSI unit. They had an Identity and they were a step closer to their UnSubs.

"Adriana Mitchell was a 30-year-old single mother. Her son was born 4 months ago and the father is in Kentucky. Her son suffered from multiple lacerations, blinded by a hot metal rod, as well as a rat torture," Hotch said. "We didn't see any rats," Morgan said in confusion. "They're organized. Well, not Dale, but Andrea," Rossi said with a nod. "Well, what killed Adriana?" Prentiss asked. "Apparently it was our UnSub's sick joke of having her overdose on Dilaudid. Adriana had a heart attack," Hotch finally said. Everyone fell silent.

"I don't know who I hate more. Her, or Dale?" Morgan growled angrily.

"I don't know, but we need to make a profile of Andrea. She's obvious the dominant one. She smart enough to pull this off, Dale needs her help," Rossi said.

"Oh! Guys! Um, Adriana has ran into Dale once! Nothing special, she just spoke with him while he was at work. Business," Garcia said excitingly. "So that means Dale knew the victim," Emily said. "We still must focus on Andrea. She's got something planned for us. We can't just wait," Hotch said.

Reid was exhausted. All he did was take a good five steps, and his legs gave out. He was dizzy and light-headed. JJ, worried sick, forced them to quit. Dr. Phillips though found Spencer intriguing. Reid gratefully accepted the oxygen mask and tried not to wince in pain for every breath he took. He was afraid JJ would burst a blood vessel with all her worry.

He knew it would be weeks before he would be able to even walk around his apartment, but he knew it would take months to be pain free. He could do it, though. He knew he could. However he felt...off.

He shrugged that off as one of his symptoms from recovery. He was able to read his medical file and was surprised that he had ARDS as well as pneumonia. He was surprised he managed to live. Live... For some reason that made Reid think a bit deeper. He knew that living was something that bothered him a while back, but now he had a reason too. Then he remembered...Alex... Or was it Emily. One of the two, he wasn't sure about the name, but he had a face. Once again he looked at JJ.

"What it is?" JJ said sensing his discomfort. "Um, there was a girl. She was kind of short, very pretty. She gave me a reason to live. Is her name Emily?" Spencer asked and JJ automatically started laughing. Spencer was quite confused. Shaking her head JJ finally settled. "No, Emily is our co-worker. The girl with dark hair in the room. The girl you're talking about, her name is Alex, however you never told us you were feeling depressed," JJ said softly. Spencer looked at the floor. "I'm sorry. I didn't want to worry anyone. However I think I psychoanalyzed myself while I was in the coma. How's Henry doing? I wanted to see him yesterday, but I guess I got ran over," Spencer inquired.

JJ smiled brightly. "He misses you. However the book you gave him, is still his favorite. He doesn't understand the words just yet, but he gurgles every time I read it," JJ laughed. "I picked it because certain sounds attract a baby's interest. I've noticed that Henry loved alliterations, so... That's what the book consisted of," Spencer said with a contemplative nod.

"So that's the secret? You should've told me so I could stop buying books that makes him fuss," JJ pouted playfully.

"You never asked. I thought you would've noticed," Spencer said calmly.

"I've only worried about alliterations when I was in English Composition during my first year of College," JJ said with a smile.

"Okay, guys, we will head back to the room," Dr. Phillips said softly. Dr. Phillips gingerly began to push Reid's wheelchair and they started walking down the hall.

JJ smiled at Spencer and he returned her smile shyly. Their moment was short lived when JJ felt cold metal placed at the back of her head.

Before the Doctor could react his throat was slit. Reid could feel the man's blood seep through his hair as the man fell. Before Reid could even attempt to move he heard,

"I suggest that you don't move," a cold voice said.

A/N:

Well, I couldn't kill him! (IMPOSSIBRU!) However, I wanted him to be rather confused when he came back...

I was thinking about amnesia...BUUUUUUUUT all I could do is make him panicky and distrustful! So yeah, he was getting a few people mixed up! I did my medical research and turns out confusion is a possible symptom when with ARDS or some stuff I gave him.

He really tried to be strong in this chapter because Reid hates to show weakness...

Cute little JJ/ Reid moment I guess, but some things end up short-lived! I was thinking about letting this happen like a week later, but naaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh I couldn't find a way to have a bunch of interesting fill ins... I mean what could the team do? Keep trying to profile? I think we get that point already.

As for Henry.. IDK if babies are really like that buuuut Henry is cuz he's a lil cutie pie!

The chick is merciless.. So why not just get Reid whenever she wanted too? (Although she doesn't have a vendetta.. I think she's in it for the fun!) So... DUMMM DUMMMM DUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM :)

*Until the next chapter!*