A/N: Sorry it's been so long with an update and I'm sorry if you don't like the way that I have this all panned out I know its not in order but this is the way I wanted to write it so please review and I hope you enjoy it, I have so much I want to get to so some things I just have to shorten and get through.

"Do we call Cait and Reid?" JJ asked, looking up at their their Unit Chief. He had called the team to assembly faster than he had ever done before. None of the agents even knew what they were doing there until they were on the jet. It was the Boston Reaper. One of the first cases that Hotch worked on as a lead investigator of the BAU.

"No. We can handle this on our own. We said we would give them two weeks off and I have faith that we can do this." Hotch said, filling the team in on the rest of the case.

xxxxx

There really is a lot of things that you can miss when you're newlywed and in love in London. The two were having the time of their life. Caitlyn had always dreamed and obsessed over London, and Spencer was loving seeing all of the old buildings and studying the maps and being able to visit old libraries. But being that it was their nature as workaholics, they always seemed to get on the topic of work.

"How do you think the team is doing?" Caitlyn asked, snuggled up next to Spencer under an umbrella to keep them sheltered from the rain.

"I don't know. When we left Hotch said that he wanted us to take this time and not think about work. We only have one honeymoon and there will be plenty of cases when we get back." Spencer said, repeating what their unit chief said word for word from his eidetic memory.

"Yeah, Rossi said something along the same lines to me. He said 'Don't worry theres going to be plenty of psychopaths when you get back, and then ten on top of that. Enjoy your time with that big annoying nerd.'" Caitlyn quoted, Spencer stopped in his tracks.

"He called me a big annoying nerd!?" he exclaimed and Caitlyn burst into a fit of laughter.

"No he didn't, but the other stuff he definitely said. But I think if it got really bad they would call us. But we should really enjoy this while we can. This place is beautiful, who knows when we'll get the chance to do something like this again." Caitlyn said, wrapping her hands around his waist.

"Hopefully every decade. But we're only newly married once." Spencer smiled.

"And we go home anyways, so we could keep seeing the sights for the last time. Or… we could order room service and spend the last night locked away in our room." Caitlyn winked.

"Yes, I choose option B." Spencer said raising his hand to hail a taxi. The two spent the rest of the night entangled in one another, drinking champagne and having dessert in bed.

xxxxxxx

"WHAT! THE REAPER!?" Caitlyn exclaimed. They had been back in town and in the office for not even ten minutes and Caitlyn felt her blood pressure rising through the roof. The second they walked into the door Spencer was taken into Hotch's office, probably to be informed on what happened while they were gone. Morgan, Rossi and Emily were filling Caitlyn in in the bullpen.

"And what the hell happened to you!?" Caitlyn said, grabbing Morgan's face in her hands and inspecting his wounds.

"Jeez woman," Morgan said, slapping her hands away from him, "I'm fine. I'm just a little… perturbed by the whole thing. Getting knocked through a window and your credentials taken doesn't make it easy to sleep at night."

"And the fact that he escaped… That really isn't going to make it easy." Caitlyn sighed.

xxxxxxx

A local doctor named Dr. Barton was threatened that his son was going to be killed, and that every day that his son was concealed another person was going to be killed. The team had just gotten off of another case and weren't running on a lot of sleep, but they took the case anyways. The odd thing was that the first person who usually was at the scene was nowhere to be found. No one could get ahold of Hotch. LC was written next to all of the victims and if Barton's son wasn't put into danger there would be a body a day. JJ tried one more time to reach Hotch and got yet another voice message. The team made their way to Dr. Burton's house.

"Do you think that it's odd that Hotch isn't answering?" Caitlyn whispered to Spencer as they got into the Sedan.

"Maybe something happened, if he's not answering it's something important." Spencer stated.

"Or something is wrong." Caitlyn sighed.

xxxxxx

The agents arrived to the doctor's house, they asked about the threat. The mother died when he was younger. The team had to piece together how this person fit into his life. Even though he had been asked so many times he could not think of anyone with the initials LC. During the interrogation the son had snuck out and gone to school. The agents were now in a frenzy, he was now in the position that the un sub wanted him in.

"We're going to go to the school to make sure that he's safe." JJ told Burton with Morgan and Rossi standing behind her.

"We're going to have SSA Prentiss, SSA Reid and Doctor Reid stay here and help you go over the case files incase there is anything that you might have not seen before." Rossi said.

"They're brother and sister?" Burton asked.

"No, they're married." Morgan answered, the doctor raised his brow.

"Trust us, we know." Rossi said, "we promise your son will be safe."

There were so many case files to go over it seemed almost impossible. No matter how many restrictions or variables they put in and out of play it seemed like there was no connection that could be made. Caitlyn really was trying to help looking through the case files, but all she could think about was Hotch. There was something that wasn't sitting well in her stomach. Emily and Reid were definitely more qualified, Caitlyn wasn't nearly as skilled as they were. They were also on a time schedule until his son got out of school.

"There are too many files to profile in such amount of time. I could get to Hotch's and come back. We need more eyes." Caitlyn said standing up. Prentiss gave her a nod as Caitlyn walked by, squeezing Spencer's hand as they did when they separated and had to be professional.

Caitlyn walked quickly up to Hotch's building, locking the Sedan behind her. She stopped at his door knocking softly at first and then a little harder. She had never really been to Hotch's house other than a time a while ago when Haley invited over some of the girl agents to release some stress, and she definitely hadn't been to his apartment since they split. She knocked one more time when she realized that the door was open. She instantly reached for her gun in her holster, pulling it out and pointing it to the ground. She kicked the door and saw that there was a sign on a struggle, holes in the wall and blood on the carpet. Her heart sank. With more and more of her movements she found that something had happened and Hotch was gone. She instantly called Garcia.

"Hello, small, blonde and powerful one." she greeted.

"Garcia I need you to listen to me very carefully, something has happened to Hotch."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm at his house and Hotch is gone and there's blood. I need people here. And I have to tell Spencer because he's expecting me back but you can not tell the others they can't lose focus." Caitlyn said to the now panicking technician. Caitlyn was panicking herself but the last thing she wanted to do was stir up an already shaken Garcia. After she hung up Caitlyn shakily dialed Spencer's number.

"Hey!" he answered.

"Babe something is wrong. Hotch is gone, I think someone took him."

"What… what are you talking about?"

"There's a huge hole in the wall, probably a 44 but no blood spray around it." Caitlyn explained looking at the scene.

"Any idea how he got out?" Reid inquired.

"If he was shot there were no drag marks… But then the body could have been wrapped in something." Caitlyn said, her stomach feeling sick at the idea of Hotch being wrapped and dragged away.

"Are the techs on their way?" He asked.

"Yeah, they should be here any second. Write down everything you see and we'll go over your notes when you get back. Don't forget, you're a good profiler. I love you." he assured her, knowing that she doubted herself and would especially in a situation like this.

"I love you too. Take care of Dr. Burton. Don't worry about me, I've got this covered." she said hanging up the phone and beginning to further investigate the scene. It had seemed like ages when she finally got the call from Garcia. Caitlyn answered her phone in the middle of the first ring.

"Talk to me Garcia." Caitlyn spoke into the speaker.

"So Hotch wasn't admitted but someone dropped a John Doe off at a hospital by an FBI agent and that FBI agent was named Derek Morgan." Penelope said.

"That doesn't make sense?"

"I know," Garcia agreed, "do you think they got their credentials messed up?" Caitlyn thought for a second, racking her mind for details until it finally hit her like a ton of bricks.

"The Reaper. Foyet took Morgan's creds- what hospital did you say he was at?" Caitlyn asked quickly, after the analyst told her Caitlyn assured her that she would give her a call as soon as she got there. Full of adrenaline and fear of the Reaper, Caitlyn turned on her lights and sped to the hospital. Caitlyn ran in and flashed her badge asking to see the John Doe, the nurse took her to the room and Caityn's heart sank in her chest. He had been stabbed multiple times and was hooked up on too many machines for her to count. Her jaw dropped on the floor and she was lucky to have a chair near her next to Hotch's bed. She had never seen him so… helpless.

"When will he wake up?" Caitlyn asked looking down at him.

"The meds should wear off in a few hours. He's bound to be out of it." The nurse answered. Caitlyn looked down at Hotch,

"May I stay here?" she asked, and the nurse granted her request. Caitlyn's phone rang and she stepped out of the office. The team was calling in the SWAT until to the school and needed her to call the incident commander in order to bypass most of the steps of the process that would usually make getting the team there take atleast half an hour. It was hard not to give away what was happening especially with the monitors beeping behind her. She called her commander quickly and told him she didn't have time to explain and the unit was immediately dispatched.

Caitlyn walked back into Hotch's room, picking up his medical chart, next to Hotch's name she saw the initial's L.C. She immediately went to the nurse to figure out what it stood for. As soon as she got her answer she called Spencer.

"Hello?" he said.

"L.C" Caitlyn exclaimed.

"What?" Spencer asked.

"L.C. It's on Hotch's chart, it stands for living children!"

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"Yes! It's administrative it's for parents who may go on life support and they don't have a D and R in order." Caitlyn confirmed, Reid was silent. "Babe?"

"What if the un sub was saying that Burton was the target and he was going to leave his son without a father…" Spencer trailed off, "where are you going!?" What she thought she heard was a gunshot firing followed.

"Spencer! Answer me!" she said into the phone. This could not be happening again. They were just in London, eating chocolate strawberries in bed and now her unit chief had been stabbed by an escaped serial killer and her husband was on the other end of a phone call where she heard gun shots. Caitlyn hung up the phone as quickly as she could to get an ambulance over to Spencer all while looking over Hotch. It was like she was on the sickest reality show ever. The worst part was was that she couldn't call any other member of the team. So she sat next to her possibly dying unit chief in the same position as she did in the waiting room when Spencer got infected with the anthrax. Her phone vibrated in her pocket when she saw Morgan walk up, she checked her texts first. She let out a sigh of relief when she saw it was from Spencer.

I got shot in the leg…oops.

She let out a sigh of relief and shook her head, standing up as the other agents approached.

"He still isn't conscious yet." Caitlyn said as she saw the look of horror reach each one of her team member's faces.

"It was Foyet?" Rossi asked, Caitlyn nodded.

"He had Morgan's credentials."

"You've been here a while, how about you go to your husband. He pulled a real hero move, you're rubbing off on him little shot." Morgan said trying to force a small smile in light of the darkest situation. Caitlyn nodded and then took one look at Hotch and headed to Spencer.

xxxxxx

When she arrived at the hospital onlookers must have been extremely confused seeing the way that the situation panned out. It definitely wasn't the usual encounter between a husband and wife where one had gotten shot. Caitlyn walked up to the reception desk.

"Hi, I'm here to see Spencer Reid." she said.

"Are you family?" the nurse responded.

"I'm his wife." Caitlyn said, for the first time since she had gotten married.

"Right this was Mrs. Reid." The nurse motioned her, Caitlyn never heard that either. When she got to the room she saw Spencer sitting in the hospital bed, leg propped up and watching General Hospital, happily spooning red jello in his mouth.

"Come on Spencer, now you've gotten shot!" Caitlyn said lifting her hands in the air and then slapping them to her sides.

"Hey well at least I didn't almost get blown up and a concussion from a piece of wood like someone I know." Spencer grinned. Caitlyn sighed and walked over to the side of his bed.

"I guess this is way better than anthrax poisoning." Caitlyn smiled, kissing him on the lips. Both of them unaware that their conversation was overheard by most of the staff and visitors in the hospital and they were staring at the couple mouths open so wide their jaws could touch the floor.

"So I'm guessing you're going to be on crutches." Caitlyn said looking at his medical chart.

"I'm not sure for how long, and a brace for my knee." Spencer added, brushing his hair out of his face, it had grown so long all the way down to his shoulders, Caitlyn loved how poetic it made him look.

"The nurse called me Mrs. Reid." Caitlyn smiled.

"I love that you are Mrs. Reid." Spencer gleamed, Caitlyn picked up his chart once more.

"You're not going to be able to fly for a while." Caitlyn said, "until you're cleared."

"Well… I am a doctor so, I think I'll be okay." Spencer said quietly.

"And you think anyone is going to go for that?" Caitlyn raised a brow.

"Well I'm not going to bring it up, and you're married to me so you're kind of bound to be on my side and keep my secrets." Spencer said, pulling her back over by him by her arm. When she reached him he grabbed her towards him with power, lacing his fingers through her hair and kissing her deeply. Caitlyn let out a soft moan as he sucked on her bottom lip and she pressed her chest against him, her tongue entering his mouth. She let out another moan as he tugged on her hair, deepening the kiss. She completely forgot they were in a hospital room until she heard his heart rate monitor start beeping wildly as she trailed her hand down his chest and towards his pelvis. They pulled back quickly and laughed.

"So I know your knee is hurt and all but everything… else is okay right?" she said suggestively. Spencer smiled,

"Yeah, it's fine. You may have to be a little gentle with me but we'll work around it."

"Oh don't worry Doctor, I won't hurt you a bit."