Hey, everyone. Here is a new story for you all. I'm really sorry for not updating sooner but I had a healing tattoo on my wrist and typing has proven a little difficult over the last week. It's all healed now and it looks amazing. I got a anti-possession tattoo form Supernatural and a Stephen King quote. Emily is going to play a big part in this story and isn't going anywhere any time soon. I'm still debating whether to have Reid go into a relationship with her. I love shipping them. Enjoy and I look forward to hearing from you all.

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Reid looked around him with his swollen eyes and dealt with his slightly blurry vision. He needed his glasses but wasn't sure they would even fit over his face. Emily was folding some spare blankets next to his bed while Garcia was outside discussing his treatment with the nurses. Reaching out, he touched her hand gently. "I've missed you, Emily."

She held his hand and sat herself on the edge of the bed. "I've missed you too and I've especially missed our movie nights and long talks. I bet you haven't had anyone to challenge you at poker in a while."

"No-one challenges me but you at poker. Morgan's too easy to beat. I'm sorry we had to meet like this."

"How are you really doing, Reid? It's just us in this room now. You know that I can keep a secret."

Reid licked his lips. "So much happened in such a short time, Emily. He killed someone in front of me and I can still feel the man's blood in my hair and dripping down my chin. I've been kidnapped before but the fear was a thousand time worse this time. I looked into his eyes and saw nothing but darkness. He got pleasure from breaking my legs and beating the crap out me with the cattle prod after he had used the damn thing on me. When I was in the trunk of his car and heard Morgan's voice, I just wanted to scream but I had to get the tape off first. I thought I wasn't going to do it. If Morgan had not saved me, I would be dead. I'm not ready to die, Emily. I still have a lot I want in life."

"I'm so sorry that you felt like that. I just want to let you know that I'm not going anywhere any time soon. I don't care about Interpol. I want to stay here and help you get better. I want to help you get everything you could ever want in life. You're a strong man and you can overcome the fear that still haunts you. It'll take time but you'll be able to put this in the past given time. Just promise me something, Reid."

"Anything," he smiled gently as he ignored the cut to his lip.

"Don't push the team away and don't keep the pain inside. You know how dark the path of pain is. We both do. Don't let this control the rest of your life. If you want to fully embrace life, you have to make sure the pain doesn't stay inside and chip away at that wonderful heart of yours."

"I don't want to keep it inside," Reid said shakily. "I was all alone out there when that bastard did this to me. I don't want to be alone when the memories come back. I know they will and they hurt when they come back in my head now."

"I'm here to make sure they don't hurt you. Do I have a nickname? Garcia is your angel, what am I?"

"You'll think it's silly," he said before licking his dry lips.

"No, I won't."

"Garcia is my angel because I feel like she always looking over me. She hasn't really left my bedside since I came here and she watches over us from her computers. You're my saviour, Emily. I know it sounds corny but you always pull me from a dark place. When I was on drugs, you confronted me when no-one else really did, and you've protected me from myself and the dark thoughts I've had. You even protected me from Cyrus at the ranch. I really missed you when you went to England. More than you know."

Emily went to talk but chose to save her words for later as Reid's eyes slowly closed. She knew he was tired and needed his rest. Gently, she kissed his cheek and pulled the blanket up to his chin. "Sleep tight."

Garcia walked into the room and smiled as she took in the sight of the look in Emily's eyes. "You belong here, Emily," she said.

"I know," she nodded before closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. "I'm not going anywhere for a long time."

Malachi watched as the agents left the police station. All of them looked exhausted. He wondered if they cared about the blonde woman more than the brunette but frowned when he couldn't decipher who meant the most. He held the steering wheel in a tight grip as the horrible feeling of failing his father tore through his heart. Malachi's breathing picked up as he remembered how angry his father would get when he didn't do something right. The scars on his body were reminders of what happened when he failed but also a sign of his father's love. After all, his father only wanted for him to become the best.

Turning the keys in the ignition, he followed the brunette carefully. "I won't fail you, father."

Morgan didn't want to rest but Hotch had ordered everyone to get some rest in the hotel. He was tempted to grab his keys and go to the hospital but Hotch had asked him to rest for when they caught the new unsub. Pulling out his phone, he felt the entire case catch up to him. He opened a video and pressed play on the screen.

"Morgan, stop filming me," Reid's voice said on the video. Morgan remembered the day at the park well. He thought he had set up the perfect prank but he underestimated Reid's effect on Garcia.

Laughter erupted from the video when Garcia sent a bucket of cold ice over him instead of Reid. He paused it and was left with an image of Reid grinning and holding him arms up in triumph.

He knew that he wouldn't see Reid grin like he had in the video for a long time.

Blake knew that she should gone straight to the hotel room to rest but she needed to deliver something to the hospital first. She walked in to find Emily asleep while Garcia was knitting a giant pair of socks. "Why such big socks?" Blake smiled as she walked over.

"I'm not tired and I need to do something for Reid. Those cages won't be on forever but his casts will be on for a longer so I thought I would knit him some giant socks to put over his feet. I just want him to be warm and fuzzy as he gets better."

"With you by his side, warm and fuzzy will be his new best friends. How are you doing?"

"It's hard seeing him like this," Garcia admitted as she looked at beaten and swollen face. "I don't understand how anyone could hurt him. The bastard who did this was a monster. I'll never forget that video of Reid in the bathtub."

"Don't think about that."

"I'm trying not to but it's difficult. What have you got in your hand?"

"I called Anderson and he cleared it from forensics. He sent it here on special delivery."

Blake gave the book to Garcia and saw the look of happiness and love in her eyes. "Oh, Blake. This is perfect. Just what he needs."

"It was in his bag when he was taken. He never goes anywhere without it. There wasn't any blood on it and forensics couldn't get anything from it. I thought it would make him feel better to have it here and to have a piece of Maeve with him."

"He loved her so much," Garcia said as she stroked the book titled The Narrative of John Smith. She slid it next to him on bed and gave his hand a small squeeze.

Malachi slammed his hands on his steering wheel. His minds struggled to deal with the answer that he knew was right and the consequence of disobeying his father. Was he really disobeying his father though? Most of the agents were in the hospital with the young man that Darren had tortured. They all cared about him the most.

He just wanted to make his father proud. He just didn't know how without incurring his wrath.

Garcia brought up her phone as it began to buzz on the bedside table. She looked at the screen to see it was Will calling as she slid her thumb across the screen to answer it. "Hi, Will."

"Hey, Garcia. Henry won't go to sleep till he hears Spence's voice. He heard about the accident and wants to know that his uncle is okay."

"Give me a second," Garcia said before rising and gently squeezing Reid's shoulder. His swollen eyes slowly slid open to stare at her.

"Garcia?"

"Sorry to wake you, sweetheart. Henry is on the phone and he won't go to sleep till he hears that you're okay. He thinks that you got into a car accident."

"Put the phone next to my ear," Reid yawned before trying to summon the energy to sound more upbeat then he actually felt.

Garcia told Will to put Henry on the phone before placing the smart phone carefully against his ear. "Henry, are you there?" Reid spoke as strongly as he could.

"Uncle Spencer," Henry almost screamed down the phone. "Mommy and daddy said you got hurt in an accident. Daddy looks sad when he says your name."

"Henry, I'm a little hurt but I'm going to be better with time and plenty of get well cards. Daddy is sad because the accident gave Uncle Spencer some bruises and bad bones. You have to go to sleep, Henry. If you go to sleep, I'll let you decorate my casts when I come home. You can decorate them with whatever you want. I know you're worried about me but I don't want you to be. Uncle Spencer will be up and taking you to the park in no time."

"Promise we can go to the park when you come home," Henry said.

"I promise. Now, go to sleep and have sweet dreams."

"Can you tell me a story first, Uncle Spencer?"

"Tell daddy to put you on speaker phone and I'll happily tell you a story."

There was a small shuffling before Henry called that he was bed and ready for his story. Reid could make out Garcia's smile even through the blurry haze that came over his eyes. Searching through the library inside his mind, he took a deep breath and began.

"In a land far, far, away..."

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