I have returned! I don't really have much to say here, but shout-out to tannerose5 for eleven reviews! Insanity! But good insanity; not, like the scary kind. Anyways, thank you!
(I don't own criminal minds or any of its characters)
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"Good news." Morgan said, looking down at the text he just received from Hotch. "Blaine was caught on tape a mile from here."
"Blaine?" Makaia was confused, who was Blaine?
"The unsub." Morgan said without thinking. After thirty minutes of chatting about typical things,-and listening to Makaia babble on about things he didn't understand-Morgan had finally gotten her to relax enough to sit cross-legged on the bed rather than having her knees tucked into her chest. After she heard Morgan mention Blaine, she completely closed off again, her mental walls banging back into place. "Hey, hey." Morgan tried to be comforting. "That's a good thing. The rest of our team is going after him right now. And if his car has GPS, our technical analyst can track his location. Either way, there's an APB out on this guy. He's not getting away again."
"But…" Makaia took a deep breath, trying to calm down, and instinctively wrapped her arms around her knees again, protecting herself. "He's so close. He could be heading here." She felt ridiculous suggesting such a thing, but terror overtook common sense in traumatic situations.
"And that's why I'm here." Morgan explained. He knew full well that the young genius knew exactly why he had hung around, but she was clearly not thinking straight in her state of semi-panic. "I won't let anything happen to you, sweetheart. Come on, breathe."
Makaia forced her breaths to even out, eventually relaxing enough to sit with her legs crossed again, although she kept her arms wrapped around her torso.
"Hi, Makaia." A friendly female voice came from the doorway and Morgan turned to see Dr. Rivers enter the room. Makaia looked up, unconsciously leaning away from the doctor. "I'm Dr. Rivers; I'm looking after Dr. Reid." Morgan could see the tension lessen in Makaia's shoulders once she knew who the woman was. "Agent Jareau told me you'd like to be in Dr. Reid's room."
"If it's a possibility, I would appreciate it." Morgan could not get over how much this reminded him of Reid.
"It's absolutely a possibility." Dr. Reivers spoke to Makaia as of speaking to a child, which she was, however she was mature beyond her years. She had been forced to grow up too fast, just like Reid. "You can move now if you like."
"That would be great, thanks."
"Would you like to walk? Or would you prefer if I brought you a wheelchair?"
"I'll walk." Makaia peered over the edge of the bed as she placed her feet on the floor. The expression on her face suggested she was afraid the building would implode if any weight was applied to the floor.
Dr. Rivers unhooked Makaia from the heart rate monitor and hung her IV bag on a wheeled rack. "Here." Dr. Rivers offered the rolling pole to Makaia and she gladly took it, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the cool metal. As the trio walked slowly out of the room, Dr. Rivers turned to Makaia again. "Since you will be in Dr. Reid's room, I'm going to be looking after you now instead of Dr. Graham. Is that okay?"
"Yes." She was genuinely happy that she had a female doctor now.
As they walked down the hall, Morgan noticed Makaia was swaying a bit and offered her his arm for balance. What surprised him more than anything was the fact that she actually snaked her fingers around his bicep, shooting the agent a grateful look.
It took four minutes to get to Reid's room considering Makaia's slightly weakened state. When the trio entered, Blake was sitting in a chair at the head of a sleeping Reid's bed. A second bed and a set of machines had been set up near the back wall of the room, about nine feet from Reid's. Morgan walked Makaia over to her bed quietly, not wanting to disturb the other genius in the room while he slept.
Once Makaia climbed onto the bed, Morgan stepped back to let Dr. Rivers hook up the heart rate monitor and watched Makaia curl in on herself again, peering over at Reid with a guilty look on her face. Morgan could tell by the way she dug under the fingernails of her left hand that she had inflicted the scratches across Reid's face. He wondered what possessed her to do such a thing and felt a tiny flame of anger flare in his chest for a second before he extinguished it.
'She didn't do it by choice.' He assured himself, knowing the traumatized girl in front of him wouldn't inflict harm on anyone purposely. 'And being mad about it won't help anyone. Reid is back now. He's safe here.'
Everyone jumped as Blake's cellphone rang. She hurried out of the room to answer it. "Yeah, JJ." Morgan heard her answer before the door closed completely.
Dr. Rivers finished adjusting knobs and wires before smiling down at Makaia and then turning so she could face both her and Morgan at the same time. "I'll be back in a couple of hours to check on both of you." She said, cheerily. Her peppy tone was starting to annoy Morgan the slightest bit. "Try to get some rest; and of you need anything, hit the call button and I'll be in here ASAP."
"Thank you." Morgan said flatly as the doctor showed herself out.
As Dr. Rivers left, Blake beckoned Morgan outside. He nodded to Makaia and cast a quick glance at his battered best friend before exiting to the hallway.
"They can't find him." Blake said as soon as the door as closed.
"He was caught on tape like fifteen minutes ago. Where the hell could he have gone?" Morgan tried to keep his voice controlled, but only succeeded in keeping his angry tone quiet.
"I don't know." Blake shook her head in annoyance. "The car was stolen and the GPS is disconnected so Garcia can't track him."
"He could be here." Morgan almost whispered.
"Yeah." Blake's voice was as low as Morgan's. "Yeah he could."
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