Disclaimer: Criminal Minds and all its characters belong to CBS. I own nothing. Feel free to read and review, but please don't copy.

AN- I found a solution to my problem. I took a few days and wrote my own ending to that story I was reading. Writing it wasn't as good as reading but it was the only choice. I'm still a little miffed but I think I can write Aaron again and do it right.

For the ones wondering what was so bad, let me give you an example. What would you think if the rest of this story was all about a badly injured Prentiss slowly recovering with the team only worried about her and only getting a paragraph or two (maybe less) of little Reid and daddy?

Previously on Criminal Minds- "I wondered when y'all would make an appearance."

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Dr. Sawyer grinned at the dumbfounded expressions on the men's faces. "Not who you expected, huh?" he teased.

"When did…how are…what are you doing here?" Morgan stammered, dropping back onto his chair.

"Is that the concussion talking or are you always that eloquent?" The physician joked as he walked over and shook the men's hands.

Rossi snickered. "You being here is certainly a surprise." He remarked.

Sawyer nodded. "Yeah, I kinda picked up on that." He replied, taking a seat across from the two profilers. "I'd say I felt the same but I'd be lying. I actually figured I'd see y'all long before now."

"So you've been here…"

"It'll be three weeks tomorrow." The doctor filled in before turning serious. "But enough about me. We have someone more important to discuss; someone who'll flip if I don't bring his family to him soon."

"He's awake?" Morgan asked, sitting up a little straighter.

"Oh yeah!" Sawyer answered. "Little Britches came around about the time they wheeled him into the cubicle. He bowed up and started pitching one heck of a fit, too. At least until he saw me. Short Stuff calmed down then and let me examine him."

Dave smiled. That sounded like the kid. "How bad are his injuries?" he questioned.

The physician grimaced. "I guess I should start with the worst of it." he said. "Little Bit suffered a grade three concussion, which in layman's terms is a severe concussion. Poor kid's experiencing a ton of the side effects from it. Besides the regular headache and confusion, there's dizziness, nausea, vomiting, sensitivity to light, and general sluggishness. He's also sporting a badly sprained wrist, a dislocated elbow, and a pretty serious gash on his collarbone from the piece of metal embedded in his stuffed Ewok. We wrapped his wrist, reduced the dislocation, and stitched the cut." Sawyer explained. "I gave him something for the nausea and puking. He wasn't too happy about that but he'll thank me once it kicks in. His tetanus booster was up to date so he didn't have to endure another needle prick. And I've started him on a round of antibiotics to knock out any chance of infection from the rusty metal which wouldn't surprise me given Little Britches crap luck."

"Dang! Pretty Boy doesn't do anything half way, does he?" Morgan commented, rubbing his temple.

"You okay?" Rossi inquired, placing a hand on the younger man's shoulder.

Derek sighed. "Yeah" he replied after a couple of seconds. "It's just been a long day, you know?"

Dave nodded.

Sawyer did a visual check of the injured agent. Smirking when he was caught, the brash young man shook his head. "Did the doc really release you or was he, you know, persuaded to let you go?"

Rossi's eyebrows shot up. "Morgan" he growled, staring sternly at his friend.

"Relax old man, I was given the all clear. Honest" Morgan assured the senior profiler.

Dave eyed the youngster for a moment more and then turned to the doctor. "What about Spencer? Are you planning on releasing him?" he asked.

"No, I'm afraid he's going to be our guest until at least tomorrow, maybe longer." Dr. Sawyer informed them. "Any more questions before I take you to the little guy's home for the night?" Getting negative responses, the young man smiled. "Good, cause I've got one for y'all. Where's the rest of the brood?"

Morgan snorted. "Brood? Seriously?"

"They should be here soon. I called them on my way here." Rossi replied over Derek's muttering. "We're staying about halfway up the mountain though and with the weather like it is, they're probably having to inch along to avoid another crash."

"I hope so cause I don't think this hospital could handle more than two of you at one time." Sawyer quipped as he stood.

Rossi laughed. "Probably not" he agreed.

"Yeah, it'd…"

"Family of Emily Prentiss" a deep, baritone voice boomed.

"Over here Curly!" Sawyer shouted, motioning the other doctor over.

A tall, thin physician strode over to the trio. The haughty looking black haired man sneered at the good doctor. "It's Dr. Cavanaugh, you backwoods hillbilly." He hissed.

"Whatever you say, Curly" Sawyer cheerfully stated.

Morgan bit the side of his cheek to keep from laughing. Once he had the urge under control, the muscular man spoke up. "I'm her family."

"Really? Then I'm sure you won't mind showing me your identification." Dr. Cavanaugh challenged.

Derek shot the physician a wicked grin. "How's this?" he growled, holding up his FBI credentials.

Dr. Cavanaugh paled. "That, that will do." He stammered. Clearing his throat, he gestured to the chairs the agents had just vacated. "If you'll take a seat, I'll explain Ms. Prentiss' injuries."

"Alright" Morgan agreed before turning his attention to his colleague. "Go ahead to Spencer's room. I'll be up after I check on Emily." Leaning closer to the older man, he added, "And get her another doctor; one that's not full of hot air."

Dave barked out a laugh that he attempted to mask as a cough. Turning to their long haired friend, he patted him on the back. "Lead the way, Dr. Sawyer" he instructed.

"You got it, Hoss" Sawyer replied. He waggled his fingers at the arrogant doctor and then spun around and walked out of the waiting room with Rossi in tow.

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Spencer yawned as he wearily watched the door. He wanted his family. Dr. Sawyer had promised to bring them to him but that had been a lifetime ago or at least it seemed that way. Yawning again, he knuckled his eyes with his good hand.

"Sweetie, why don't you rest for a while? I'll wake you when your family comes." Nurse Fielder suggested.

"N *yawn* no" Spencer stubbornly responded.

Nurse Fielder sighed. She'd been trying to get the little boy to sleep since he'd been brought up with no success. She hoped his family got there soon. It looked like that was going to be…she looked up as the door to the room slowly opened.

"Papa!" Reid shouted, wincing as the noise made his head hurt worse.

"Hey buddy" Dave softly greeted as he strode over to the bed. Taking a seat, he gently picked the youngster up being careful of the IV in the child's hand. He settled Spencer in his lap and then glanced up at the nurse. "Thanks for staying with him till I got here."

"It was no trouble." Nurse Fielder replied. She walked around the bed and started for the door. "I'll just head out now. I'll be back to check on him in an hour. See it you can't get him to rest until then."

"Will do" Rossi answered without looking away from his charge. He waited for the door to shut before asking, "How're you feeling, kiddo?"

"Sowe" Spencer said, leaning against the older man's chest.

"I can imagine." Dave muttered.

"Awe *YAWN* awe Mowgan and Em'ly otay?" Reid questioned.

"They're fine." Rossi fibbed. "A little banged up, nothing more."

"Weally?"

"Really" Dave adamantly stated. "You'll get to…" the room phone ringing cut him off. He reached over and picked up the receiver. "Hello…yeah, he's right here. Hang on a minute…Spencer, it's for you." He held the phone to the little boy's ear.

"Hello?...Mowgan! You'we otay!" Reid called into the phone. "What about…Em'ly! Awe you bettew?"

"I'm fine, Sweetie" Prentiss assured the boy. "I mean it. It's just a concussion and a broken leg. Nothing I can't handle."

"Pwomise?" Spencer whispered.

"I promise." Emily stated. "Listen, I've gotta go. The nurse just came in with the crutches. You be good and I'll be up there to see you as soon as I can, okay?"

"Otay" Reid agreed. "Uh huh…Uh huh…bye Em'ly" Leaning back against Rossi, the youngster closed his eyes and let out a sigh of relief. "Fey'we otay." He whispered as a tear rolled down his cheek. "Fey'we bof otay." With that the afternoon's events hit the little boy full force, releasing a tide of emotion. Burying his face in his papa's shirt, Spencer started to sob. "I, I fought(thought) she, she was…I was so st-st-stawed!"

Dave hugged the crying youngster tightly. "Shhh buddy! It's okay. Everybody's alright." He soothed, rubbing the tiny agent's back. "Come on kiddo. It's all over now. I've got you. You're safe." Hearing the creak of the door, Rossi glanced up, smiling at the newcomer. "Hey buddy, look who just came in."

The crying boy looked at Rossi and then slowly turned and gazed at the door. He blinked his eyes a few times to clear them. Spencer sat up and reached out as the blurry figure came into view. "DADDY!"