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Emily smiled at Reid as he was wheeled down to surgery. She would have to leave him for a few minutes to clean her hands and get herself changed into some scrubs but she didn't want to leave him alone with strangers. As they travelled in the elevator, he squeezed her hand and was soothed as she ran her thumb over the back of his hand. "Emily."

She leaned down. "Yes."

"I know you'll have to scrub in and leave for a few minutes. Promise me that you'll come straight back."

"Don't worry, I'll be sitting by your side the entire surgery. I'm not going anywhere. I want you to relax and focus on getting better. Also, don't be surprised if Garcia has transformed your room into a haven of teddy bears and balloons during your absence."

"That doesn't sound so bad," Reid grinned.

The elevator doors opened and they made their way to the surgery ward. Emily kissed the back of his hand and left to quickly prepare herself to sit in with him. The nurse instructed her on how to clean her hands to reduce risk of infection before handing her a set of scrubs, gloves, a mask, a hair cover and surgical covers for her shoes. Once she was finished, she made her way into the operating room to see the anaesthesiologist preparing to put Reid under. Emily sat next to the bed on a stool and made sure she was out of the surgeon's way. Reid looked at her.

"I'm so happy that you're here, Emily," he said.

The anaesthesiologist came over and began to explain what was going to happen. She injected a mix of drugs into his cannula. Emily watched as the drugs began to send him to sleep. He managed to get to six before he went to sleep. Emily leaned down to his ear and whispered gently. "You're safe and you're not alone. Everything is going to be fine."

Garcia tied balloons to the handle of one of the draws next to Reid's bed. She didn't like how plain hospital rooms were. Her belief was that to heal quickly, you needed to be surrounded by things that make you smile. Get well bears filled almost every surface she was allowed to use in the room and could almost made a rainbow. She leaned down and pick up a framed picture of Henry. As she placed it next to the bed, her mind wandered to a few floors up where Reid was currently in surgery. All she wanted for Reid was peace and time for him to recover properly. They needed to make sure his recovery wasn't rushed and that he had time to deal with his kidnapping and torture both physically and emotionally.

She smiled as she brought out the professor bear from the gift bag. "You're definitely going under his arm."

Rossi turned the corner and headed up the road towards the prison that Carey Lock was incarcerated in. "Hotch, Carey is more connected than we originally thought. One of the guards was on his payroll you could say. Carey received a phone call and every phone call into the prison is recorded. The guard was caught trying to delete the phone call by his superior and we have the recording of it now. Carey is in solitary confinement and the guard that tried to arrest him is in custody. It's not much but the warden says Carey was speaking to his son on the phone."

"Carey doesn't have a son," Hotch frowned.

"Exactly," Rossi said before going over a small bump. "His 'son' has to be the other one that he kidnapped and brainwashed. We can at least know what the guy sounds like now and with any luck he might have dropped some clues as to where he might be."

Rossi pulled up to the prison and left the car with Hotch by his side. Hotch checked his phone and was disappointed that there was still no news on Reid's surgery. Rossi noticed the disappointment on Hotch's face. "Emily and Garcia will message us when Reid is out of surgery. He's going to be fine."

"This infection is the last thing he needed," Hotch sighed.

They walked through the prison doors and went through all the security measures and secured their weapons with the guards. A man around the same age as Rossi came out and shook their hands. "I'm Warden Kale. Please follow me. We have the audio recording all ready for you."

"We would also like to speak to the guard in custody."

"We had no idea that he was helping Lock within the prison and I intend to start a full investigation into how their partnership came about. Here we are," Kale said as he opened a door and led them into his office. He turned his laptop around. "It's ready to play when you're ready."

Emily kissed Reid's forehead as he laid in recovery. She adored the way he looked when he was asleep and looked forward to telling him that his surgery had gone well. They had removed some dead tissue and he would need a small skin graft after he had fully recovered but they expected him to make a full recovery with the help of some powerful antibiotics and more fluids. A nurse was going to be along soon to take Reid back to his room and Emily didn't mind waiting.

"Reid, I've missed you so much," she said sadly before stroking her hand through his hair. "I don't think I'm going to go back to London. Not after this. My place is here with everyone and especially with you. I should have been here to protect you. We used to travel the same way home and we would take the Metro home together. I know that he attacked you when you were walking home all alone. I don't belong in London. I've never felt one hundred percent about being with Interpol. I'm going to stay here and help you get better. After that, we are going to catch up on a few years of not being able to go out and have fun."

She jumped as a hand touched her shoulder. A male nurse held up his hands and gave her a gentle smile. "I'm sorry for scaring you. I need to take him back down to his room."

"Lead the way," Emily smiled as she rose up from her chair. "Please be gentle with moving him."

The male nurse connected all the IV bags to the poles on the bed and disconnected the heart monitor. She followed him as they made their way to the elevator. Her phone buzzed in her pocket and she quickly answered it. "This is Prentiss."

"Emily, I need you to keep yourself on high alert. We just listened to a recording from the second unsub from when he called Carey and he was told to come after the one we care about the most. Just make sure you all stay safe."

"I will. Reid is being taken back to his room. He'll make a full recovery and they only needed to remove some dead tissue," Emily explained before her sharp hearing caught the voice in the background of the phone call. Her eyes looked up to the nurse wheeling Reid into the elevator. "Hotch, who's voice is that in the background?"

"The unsub's voice. Why?"

"Could you bring Reid his favourite book? He'll be able to read it over the next few days. You know how slow he reads," she said calmly. "Bring it quickly."

She disconnected the call and stepped in next to the male nurse. "Have you worked here long?"

"A few months," he spoke. His voice gave her the confirmation she needed. If he was in the hospital, there was only one person he could be after and that was the innocent genius sleeping in the bed.

"I think you dropped something outside," she frowned before moving out of the way. He stepped near the elevator doors. Emily brought her foot up and kicked him out and onto the floor. She hit the floor that Reid's room was on and rushed to subdue him. He kicked her in the stomach before she could get to him and tried to get back into the elevator. Hitting her foot out, she tripped him and watched as he slammed into the ground. The doors closed and the elevator began to descend to where Reid would be safe.

The unsub jumped to his feet and wiped blood away from his lip where he had bitten it. The corridors were empty as the shift change was taking place. Brining out a knife, he pointed it at her menacingly. "You're going to die today, bitch. Nothing will stop me fulfilling my father's wish," he snarled.

"You're looking at what's about to stop you," Emily snapped before jumping to her feet. "You're not touching him."

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