Hey hey hey! so I just started grade eleven today and I've been super stressed about it for the past few days, hence my absence. I'm sorry to say that my updates will be on Friday nights and weekends from now on unled I find time to update between school homework and dance (which I might, you never know). Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

(I don't own Reid, Blake, Morgan, Garcia, Hotch, Rossi or JJ)

Let's get into it!

Makaia needed to solve something. She needed to keep her mind off of Blaine. It took her less than thirty seconds to figure out that the beeping of her and Dr. Reid's heartrate monitors synchronized every twenty eight beats of her heart and every thirty two beats of his.

It took her three seconds to figure out how long it had been since she had seen her mother: five years, three months, two weeks and four days.

She caught a peek of her chart, saw the date was August eleventh, and immediately knew her sixteenth birthday was in exactly two months.

She knew it had been about two days since she saw her family get slaughtered in front of her.

Makaia felt numb. She felt empty. The first people that had cared about her since her mother was committed had just been murdered in front of her.

And it was all her fault.

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Blake went back into Reid and Makaia's room while Morgan stayed outside. The agent was glad to see the Makaia had finally relaxed enough-or had become exhausted enough-to lay down and shut her eyes. She was still curled in the fetal position, her arms wrapped tightly around her bent knees, but she needed sleep no matter how she was positioned.

Blake picked up the chair she had previously been sitting in and quietly brought it around the foot of Reid's bed, setting it down halfway between the two beds silently. She made sure to position the chair in such a way that she could see both geniuses-should one of them need help-and the door that Morgan stood in front of.

Blake's gaze travelled from Reid to Makaia and back again countless times as she watched over the two, feeling very motherly as she did so. She took in all the visible injuries; the claw mark across Reid's face, the bandage around his forehead and the electrical burns peeking out just under the edge, the bruise under Makaia's left eye and multiple others on her arms and legs. The nurses and doctors hadn't been able to get Makaia to put on a hospital gown, so she had stayed in her green t-shirt and denim shorts. The same green t-shirt and denim shorts that were splattered with her family's blood…

Blake shook her head and tried not to think about the family for now. She was transfixed with Makaia's messy golden locks when she heard Reid gasp. Blake's head immediately snapped up and to her young colleague, who had wide eyes and was taking quick, shallow breaths. The older agent was on her feet and next to Reid in an instant.

"Hey, Reid." Blake kept her voice soft and comforting and Reid's eyes darted around. "Hey, it's okay." She knelt by the bedside so she was at Reid's height. He looked at her, but she could tell he wasn't quite seeing her. "Reid, Reid look at me. It's okay. You're safe now. It was just a nightmare."

"Not a nightmare." Reid's breathing was becoming slower and his eyes more focussed as he calmed down. "A memory. Well," he looked puzzled for a moment, as if remembering something, "kind of."

"Are you okay?" Blake knew it was futile; Reid wasn't okay, but he would never admit that.

"Yeah, yeah. Fine." Blake hated the fact that he brushed the question off as if he had gotten a paper cut.

"Do you want to talk about it?" The older agent was very surprised by the answer she received.

"Well," he noticed the second bed and peered over Blake's shoulder to ensure Makaia was sleeping before he spoke, "it was just like what happened to Makaia's family." He said in a low tone, not wanting to wake the sleeping teenager across the room. "Only, you guys were in the chairs. Even Garcia." Reid's sad eyes pierced Blake's heart. She knew Reid cared for the team more than anything, even himself.

"Well it was just a dream." Blake was trying to assure herself as much as her colleague. "We're all alive and safe. So are you. So is Makaia."

"Yeah, I know." Reid looked incredibly miserable, the same way he had looked when Maeve died but without the tears. "But… I was so useless. Those people dies not fifteen feet in front of me and I couldn't do a thing to help them."

"It's not your fault." Blake knew exactly how Reid felt. It was the worst feeling when an unsub couldn't be talked down, and Reid didn't even have a gun like he normally would have. "The only person to blame for this is Charles Blaine. He's the one that pulled the trigger."

"Yeah." Reid whispered, clearly not agreeing with Blake. "Hey, I want to run something by you." He said, his voice taking on a slightly less depressed tone.

"Sure. Anything" Blake smiled. Reid told Blake his idea, making her smile turn into a broad grin as she heard what he wanted to do.

"What do you think?" he asked sheepishly, as if he'd just suggested something horribly illogical.

"I think it's a wonderful idea." Blake genuinely meant it. "And I'm sure Garcia can take care of everything for you."

"I'm having her consult with JJ though, just to make sure she doesn't go overboard." Reid smirked the slightest bit, causing a flood of happiness to go through Blake.

"That's probably a very good idea." Blake chuckled, thinking of what Garcia might do if she took on the task alone.

"Yeah."

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After a few hours of standing outside the door, Morgan's phone rang loudly, earning him a glare from a passing nurse. "Hotch." Morgan greeted, noting the ID.

"Morgan, you aren't going to believe this."

Sorry about the wait! My train of thought was not returning to the station. Oh well. Any guesses of what Reid's plan is? As always, please review! Näkemiin!