A/N: Thanks for the reviews and no I will not kill Reid or any other characters. I love the angst and so I cannot kill any characters without warning it just seems unfair. So Reid won't die but sadly will suffer, my fault my bad. You have been warned for chapters to come.
Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds or anything here.
Warning: Rated for the mention of drugs, language, etc.
Chapter two: The damage
Reid woke up with bright lights downing on him. He squinted and saw his team members surrounding the bed. He looked at them with a worried expression none seemed to look at. For a minute he thought he died and was a ghost. He wanted to laugh at that thought but his head was pounding.
"Hey pretty boy you finally woke up," Morgan smiled noticing him first.
Reid cleared his throat, "Hey."
"Want some water Spence?" JJ offered.
"N-No thanks," he croaked.
His mouth was dry but he didn't need water.
"You gave us quite a scare Kid," Rossi spoke next.
"Sorry," Reid smiled apologetically.
"It's important that you rest," Hotch said with relief in his voice.
"Alright…what happened?" Reid asked the team.
"You were…being held hostage in the Unsub's basement," Prentiss provided.
"Oh," was all he could say.
"You scared me pretty boy…for a second I thought you died," Morgan whispered.
"S-sorry," Spencer muttered tiredly.
"We should leave you alone and get some much needed rest," Hotch added.
"I'll go get a doctor you woke up," Garcia grinned.
"Come on," Hotch ordered.
"Wait…Morgan," Spencer called.
The rest of the team looked expectantly at the two agents.
"I'll catch up later," Morgan assured.
They nodded and headed out the door.
"Hey what's up?" Morgan asked.
"W-what happened…what happened exactly?"
"I…I found you but it was too late…that guy had a syringe in your arm…and you were mumbling something…something about not being drugs something else that what I assume you were trying to say was poison," Morgan explained.
"Well what was it?" Reid probed.
"Water," Dr. Kimua says as she enters.
"Water? I'm sure that was more than water," Reid protests.
"There was nothing wrong with the liquid Dr. Reid. It was just an elaborate scheme to make it seem threatening. According to the lab results and many tests running it was only clear water," the doctor assured.
"But-"
"Listen to the doctor and rest pretty boy," Morgan intervened.
"Morgan…"
"I won't leave your side I promise," Morgan squeezed his hand.
"A-alright thank you Dr. Kimua," Spencer smiled weakly.
She merely nodded as his drooping eyes gave out.
"Dr. Kimua, are you sure that was only water?" Morgan asks softly.
"Positive," she nods.
"…I feel like something's not right…Maybe it's because he gets hurt too often," Morgan muttered.
"Yes it may be true but he's strong. He did survive the anthrax attack. Thanks to him many survived as well," she pointed out.
"Barely," Morgan sighed.
"He'll be fine just the blow to the head a few bruises and cuts but that's all," she assured.
"So it's all physical?" Morgan questioned.
"The damage yes…we didn't seem to find anything wrong except from his exterior image," she answered.
"Okay thank you," Morgan replied.
"You're welcome," she smiled before leaving the room.
"How is he?" Hotch questioned as she left the room.
"He's going to be fine," she responded.
"Are you sure?"
"As I'll ever be…you guys are like family right?"
"Yes," Hotch supposed.
"Then he will be fine with a caring family structure like yours," she says.
"I hope your right," Hotch thought.
"So do I," she nodded.