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Unexpectedly Expecting	By : hatochiisai Category: 1 through F > Criminal Minds Views: 8336 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Unexpectedly Expecting
Hatochiiai a.k.a. Ahmose Inarus
Disclaimer: No own. Piss off.
SLASH WARNING (what else?)

Chapter 5

"Alright everyone." Hotch said, and the team looked up at him. "We're not going to find anything new tonight. Let's head back to the hotel and get some sleep."
"But—"
"ESPECIALLY you, Reid." Hotch said firmly. Reid shut up, pouting. Morgan chuckled, clapping Reid on the shoulder.
"Expecting mothers need their beauty sleep, Pretty Boy."
"Oh, screw you, Morgan…" Reid snorted, shoving the man away.
"… Seems like this expecting mother is WAY past his bed time…" Rossi chuckled, then held up his hands defensively when Reid turned his blazing glare onto the senior profiler.
"Come on, Reid." Emily laughed, draping an arm around his shoulders and guiding him out of the room. Reid eyed her. "I just promised JJ I would take care of you." She said with a smile. "She almost came with us on this case, if only for YOU." Reid blinked, then smiled.
"That's sounds like JJ." He said, and Emily grinned.
"I know, right? She's gotten VERY protective and maternal with you since we found out about this." She said, patting Reid's steadily growing belly. She blinked when it growled at her in response. Reid's eyes widened, and he flushed. Emily just laughed.
"Hey Hotch?"
"Yeah?" Hotch asked as the rest of the team followed Reid and Emily out to the parking lot.
"Reid is hungry."
"So what else is new?" Hotch snorted, smiling. Reid flushed.
"Let's go grab something." Morgan said, and the team piled into the SUV's. Fifteen minutes later, they were all sitting down at a local place (after Reid had thrown a tantrum when they wanted to go get Chinese food, howling "How the hell am I supposed to put on weight and keep myself well fed if I can't even get the FOOD to my MOUTH?") And so, laughing, they agreed on the local cafe.
"Can I get you folks something to drink?" The waitress asked.
"Coffee." Reid said automatically.
"No, this late you need to have water or juice." Hotch said. Reid fixed a glare on him.
"Fine. Orange juice. With coffee."
"Reid—"
"Or I swear to God, I will go into a hormonal rage right here, right now, and I may even start shooting." The team stared at him, eyes wide.
"… Coffee and orange juice, gotcha." The waitress said, blinking. Reid sat back, satisfied. With a collective sigh, the rest of the team ordered their drinks. When the waitress returned, she handed Reid his coffee.
"Keep 'em coming." Reid said, dumping sugar into the mug.
"One is enough."
"Don't make me throw a tantrum even your son would be embarrassed to see." Reid grumbled, and the team chuckled as Hotch glared, but slumped down and shut up. Then the waitress offered to take their order.
"Ummmm… I'll have an order of the fried mushrooms, the broccoli & cheese soup, the turkey club with some extra dill pickle spears and cheese, chili, onions and jalapeños on the fries, aaaaand… cherry pie with ice cream on the side. Oh, and a root beer float." He smiled up at the woman, who just stared down at him. Reid blinked, and his smile faded. He looked around. His team was also staring at him, eyes wide and mouths hanging open.
"What are you, pregnant?" The waitress asked, shaking her head and scribbling down his order. Emily smacked a hand over her mouth, Hotch's jaw dropped, and Rossi and Morgan tried to cover their laughs by coughing loudly.
Reid sunk down in his chair, turning red.

"—and the waitress says, 'What are you, pregnant?'!" Morgan announced into his phone, and JJ and Garcia could be heard over the speaker as they burst out laughing, joining Morgan and Rossi as they had another chuckle. Emily was laughing again and even Hotch's shoulders were shaking with his suppressed laughter.
"… It's NOT FUNNY!" Reid cried pathetically. This made everyone laugh again.
Hotch turned and looked at the boy as he pouted. "Oh, come here…" He chuckled, pulling Reid into his arms and kissing his cheek. Reid snorted, turning his head away.
"So… my question is…" Garcia said slowly. "… Did he really eat all of that?"
"… Baby Girl, he all but LICKED the PLATES." Morgan said, and everyone started laughing again.
"You all stop!" JJ scolded over the phone. "He's eating for two, for God's sake! Leave him alone!"
"JJ… He inhaled that food like a garbage disposal!"
"Uh, yeah. He's pregnant." JJ snorted with a tone in her voice that said 'Du'h!' "And he's also hormonal, you guys are going to either make him fly off the handle, or burst into tears."
"… I think he's closer to tears." Emily said, eyeing Reid.
"Hotch?"
"Yeah, JJ?"
"Whenever I got like that, Will would give me a massage."
"… Uh… okay?"
"… That sounds nice." Reid mused, perking up.
"… The pregnant one has spoken." JJ giggled. "Hope you're good at giving massages, Hotch." Hotch's eyes widened and he turned to stare at his mate, who had fixed a hopeful look on him.
"… I guess we'll find out." Hotch sighed, glaring at Morgan and Rossi, who had burst out laughing again.

"My back is KILLING me." Reid groaned.
"Didn't Hotch give you a massage last night?" Morgan asked.
"Yeah." Reid sighed, and Hotch looked at him. "It's the BED. I wanna go home… I want MY bed." And he pouted slightly. Hotch smiled and pat Reid on the shoulder.
"Okay. Morgan, why don't you come with me." The SAC said. "I want to re-interview one of the witnesses. Dave, you and Prentiss go see Ms. Calloway. She should be ready to talk now." He said, referring to one of the victims who had been in the hospital. "Reid. Stay here and work on the geographic profile. Work with Garcia, try to find some kind of overlap that we may have missed OTHER than all of the victims being government employees."
"M'kay." Reid said, staring at his map. The others left.

Hotch sighed, feeling his phone vibrate in his pocket. Why had he wanted to re-interview this man? He was NOT a credible witness… His story kept changing.
"Excuse me." He said, cutting the man's obviously well-rehearsed recitation. He stepped out of the room, answering the phone. "Hotchner."
"Agent Hotchner, Detective Fellenz. You have to get back here, right away."
"What happened?" Hotch asked.
"… He's here." Detective Fellenz gasped. Suddenly, there was shouting in the background, followed by a gun shot. The call ended.
"… Morgan! We have to get back!" Hotch shouted, bolting for the door.
"What?" Morgan asked, standing.
"The UnSub went to the police station!" Hotch shouted, and the pair ran from the house, leaving a disgruntled "witness" behind.
They drove well over the speed limit, flashing the lights and blaring the sirens. When they got there, chaos reigned.
"What's the situation?" Hotch demanded, running up to Detective Fellenz.
"We have two officers down." The man said, his voice tense. "And a hostage."
"Who is the hostage?"
"... Your agent." Detective Fellenz said. Hotch felt his blood run cold.
"Reid…" He gasped, turning eyes on the building.
"He talked the man out of keeping more hostages." Detective Fellenz said, his admiration obvious in his face and tone. "That's a good man you have in there, Agent Hotchner. And I'll do whatever I can to get this to end well for him. Just tell me what you want me to do."
"… I want to talk to the UnSub."
"His name is James Peterson. He's thirty seven years old. And he came in hollerin' about how the police are supposed to protect and serve… so why don't we protect the people from our own government."
"Great. And now he has a Federal Agent at his mercy." Rossi said, walking over to join the group. Hotch looked at him, then fixed his eyes on the building.
"I'm going to call Reid's cell." Hotch said, digging through his pockets and handing Emily a card. "Prentiss, call this number and talk to Dr. Tsai and ONLY Dr. Tsai. Tell her I want her here immediately. Just in case."
"Oh. Umm…"
"It's his specialist."
"… Oh. OH! Right!" She said, and hurried away from the commotion to make the call.

"Dr. Tsai?"
"Hm?" Dr. Tsai asked, looking up at her receptionist.
"There's a Special Agent Emily Prentiss on line three for you."
"… Oh." Dr. Tsai said, frowning slightly. She picked up the phone. "This is Dr. Tsai."
"Dr. Tsai, this is Special Agent Emily Prentiss, I work with Dr. Reid."
"Is everything okay?"
"… We don't know, ma'am." Emily said. "We're in Pittsburgh, and there's a situation. Agent Hotchner asked me to call you and see if you could get here right away."
"What's the situation?" Dr. Tsai asked, already gathering her things.
"The UnSub we were here to find took over the police station. He's holding Reid hostage."
"WHAT? How could you let this happen?" Dr. Tsai gasped, running from her office. "Bethany! Reschedule all of the appointments!" And she darted into the elevator, turning her attention back to her phone. "I told Dr. Reid that the thing that would trigger complications more than anything would be STRESS!"
"… How soon can you- what, Morgan? What? Oh! Great! Okay! Dr. Tsai, head to the airport, we're sending a jet for you."
"… You're… oh. Okay."

Hotch dialed Reid's cell number. It rang three times, then was answered.
"Hotch?"
"Reid!" Hotch gasped. "Are you okay? Where are you? What's going on?" There was the sound of fumbling, and then heavy breathing.
"… Who am I speaking with." Came the rough demand. Hotch's eyes darkened, and a the great lion in his chest that purred when he held his lover close, roared in protective fury.
"You're speaking with Supervisory Special Agent Aaron Hotchner, Unit Chief."
"… Unit Chief…?"
"Yes."
"… What the hell does that mean?"
"That means I'm the guy in charge." Hotch growled.
"The guy in charge of saving the pathetic brat I'm holding at gunpoint?" James Peterson snorted, and Hotch felt his blood boil.
"… Yes."
"Don't bother. You think I'm gonna let a fed go? You bastards work for the government! The government that is DESTROYING this country! We need to rise up! REVOLUTION! That's what we need! Take this country back to the basics. Like we were a hundred years ago!"
"And you're going to do that by killing a kid?" Hotch demanded to know.
"If he's old enough to assist in the destruction of this land, then he's old enough to die for it!" Peterson screamed. Hotch heard Reid in the background, speaking softly. "… No." Peterson growled. "You LIE! SHUT UP!"
"Ahh!" Hotch heard Reid yelp.
"Stop!" Hotch shouted into the phone. "Don't hurt him. Listen. If I come in… without a weapon… will you let him out? He… He has a condition."
"It's his own fault if he's here."
"No it's not. It's mine." Hotch gasped. "I'm his boss. He's my responsibility. Please. Let me talk to him."
"No." Peterson snarled. "Wait… what are you- Don't do that! You- UHG! You're disgusting!" And he hung up, the sounds of vomiting in the background. Hotch winced. Despite the fact that most women were over morning sickness this late in their pregnancy, Reid still had it. Especially when he was upset or stressed. He sighed and shoved his phone into his pocket, then looked at Detective Fellenz.
"Alright. What do we have available to deal with this."
"SWAT is at your disposal, Agent Hotchner. And I have Sniper's obtaining positions around the perimeter."
"Find out if anyone has eyes on the conference room." Hotch gasped, his voice rough. "Get me the blue prints of the building."
"You've got them." The man said, nodding and hurrying to get the blue prints. A few minutes later, Morgan walked over.
"Hotch. Garcia hacked the cameras in the building." He said, setting down a laptop and opening it. "She got a visual of Reid."
"How does he look?" Hotch asked, moving to see. Garcia had a little window in the corner of the screen dominated by the view inside the building.
"A little green around the gills, but he's okay so far." Garcia said, offering Hotch a little smile. Hotch stared at the image of his mate. The boy was curled up in a chair, hugging his knees to his chest and watching his captor pace and talk to himself. Reid shifted slightly, and glanced up at the camera. Hotch frowned.
"What's that on the table in front of him?"
"Uh… let me enhance it…" Garcia said, and tapped away. "… It's his phone." Hotch pulled out his own and tapped at the keys. A moment later, Reid's phone buzzed. The boy jumped and snatched it. He glanced at the message, and he deleted it. After all… all it took was a glance for him to commit it to memory for life.
'We R watching. told unsub u have condition. B careful.'
"WHAT IS THAT?" Peterson shouted, running over and shoving a gun into Reid's throat. Hotch tensed.
"M-My alarm…" Reid gasped, eyes wide.
"For what?"
"I… I have to take my medication. I have a condition…" Reid gasped.
"… Where is it?"
"Where's what?"
"Your medication. Get it."
Reid blinked and nodded. He got to his feet and grabbed his messenger back, reaching into a side pocket and taking out a prescription bottle. It contained the anti-nausea medication Dr. Tsai had prescribed for him for the worst of the morning sickness… and the occasional motion sickness. He shook a pill into his hand and took it with his cold coffee. Peterson seemed satisfied, and Reid slowly sat down again. Peterson turned away and Reid sighed, leaning back. One hand drifted over his abdomen, a distant look in his eyes. He was in his little trance for nearly twenty minutes when suddenly, Peterson snatched his phone. He held it up to his ear.
Hotch blinked hen his phone began to ring. He answered.
"Peterson." He greeted.
"… I want out." Peterson gasped.
"I'm sorry?"
"I want out of this country. I want out of my citizenship. I do NOT want to be under the authority of this government."
"And what do you want me to do about it?" Hotch asked.
"I want you to get me out of this country."
"You know I can't do that. You've killed government employees. From postal workers to law enforcement officials to members of the judicial system. You're going to Federal Prison. Nothing can change that."
"NO! I WANT OUT!"
"Then you should have done it legally."
"I couldn't! Because of this government… fucking up our economy and screwing over the middle class right and left! I never had the money to get out! I'm trapped! And that's EXACTLY what the government wants! The upper class would never want to leave because the government keeps them happy. And everyone else gets screwed so they CAN'T leave!"
"That's not true." Hotch insisted. "We've seen your financials. And you've only yourself to blame."
"NO! I'm the VICTIM!"
"Maybe you were, once." Hotch said. "Until you became a killer."
"No no no…"
"Listen. Let me come in. We'll talk."
"… Okay." The man breathed.
"Alright. Tell me where you are."
"… Third floor. I'll be waiting at the northeast corner."
"Okay." Hotch said, and hung up. "Morgan. Dave. Prentiss. Follow me. But stay out of sight." His team nodded and they ran across the street and into the building. Hotch took the elevator while the others took the stairs. He headed for the northeast corner. When he got there, he froze and slowly put his hands up.
"James… Let him go." He called, trying to calm his frightened heart and the enraged lion in his chest. Reid was staring at him eyes wide. His hands were cuffed behind his back and Peterson had one arm wrapped around his neck, holding him close, while the other hand was pressing his gun into the boy's side at an upward angle. If fired, the bullet would rip through both of his lungs…
"Not until you have me a way out."
"James. I don't think you understand. NOTHING you do will get you out of this." Hotch gasped, desperately. "Even if we were to let you walk out of here, you would be hunted down. And as a fugitive, what countries would offer sanctuary?"
"Oh, I'm sure there will be plenty." The man hissed.
"You're not getting away." Reid gasped, and Hotch glanced at the man. "And the fact is… the only way you're walking out of this building alive is in custody."
"NO!" The man shouted, this time jabbing the gun into Reid's stomach. The boy froze. His eyes widened and his face went pale in sick fright.
"Don't…" He gasped. "Please…"
"If I'm leaving this building in custody, YOU are leaving in a body bag!" The man screamed into his ear. Reid flinched away.
"Nuh-uh, my man…" Morgan hissed, and Hotch's heart leapt as the man appeared behind Peterson, pointing a gun at his head. "Let the kid go, or YOU will be leaving in a body bag." Peterson froze, eyes wide. "Drop the gun and put your hands on your head." Morgan ordered. Peterson nodded and slowly lifted his hands.
"I said DROP the GUN!" Morgan shouted.
"Okay!" Peterson gasped, and Reid took a step away from him. But suddenly, Peterson lunged forward, planting his foot into Reid's lower back and shoving. Reid gasped and lurched forwards. He tried to throw his arms out to catch himself, but they were still cuffed behind him. He crashed heavily to the floor, face down.
Hotch never noticed Peterson aiming at his head. He never even heard Morgan's gun shot, nor Peterson's body hitting the floor. All he heard was Reid's scream. All he saw was his body twisting in sick agony. Then he was running to his lover, falling to his knees and laying a hand on the boy's shoulder, rolling him onto his side. Reid's face had gone from white to a sick gray, and was covered in a sheen of sweat. His breaths were fast and shallow. Rossi dropped to his knees and removed the handcuffs from his youngest colleague while Prentiss phoned an ambulance.
"Spencer…" Hotch called, running a hand over the boy's wet face. Reid winced and cracked open his eyes, staring up at the man. Tears ran down his face.
"… Aaron…" He gasped, then turned away. He slowly got to his knees, then winced and doubled over, wrapping his arm around his stomach. "Oh God…" He panted. He could hear his teammates calling his name… talking to him… But he couldn't focus. Then his body locked up. He heaved, and Hotch barely managed to leap back in time for the boy to be violently sick right where his lap had been only a moment before. Reid coughed and gagged, then vomited again.
"… Prentiss! Find out where Dr. Tsai is!" Hotch ordered. She could hear how frantic the man was. He seized Reid and lifted the boy's long body into his arms, turning and running for the elevator. Morgan was staring after them, his eyes betraying his own terror for Reid.
"Go." Rossi said. "I'll clean up here. GO." Morgan gave the man a grateful look, then nodded and ran after Hotch and Prentiss. They rode the elevator down. Prentiss hung up the phone.
"She just landed. She'll meet us at the hospital." She said, and Hotch nodded. When they reached the ground floor, he ran out the front doors to the waiting ambulance.
"What do we have?" An EMT asked as Hotch literally handed Reid into their arms through the back doors. He climbed in.
"He has a condition, his specialist will meet us at the hospital. Just keep him stable." Hotch ordered, sitting by Reid's head and caressing his face. "Spencer… Hey… Hey… Look at me… Come on, Spencer open you eyes… come on. There you go… Hey. Hi." He said, smiling as he stared down into the honey brown eyes. Reid just stared back, and Hotch saw nothing in those eyes but pain. And it wasn't all physical pain.
"… I'm sorry." Reid gasped, tears running down his face. "I'm so sorry, Aaron."
"Shhhh… It's okay. Whatever happens, it's NOT your fault. Just hold on for me, okay?" The SAC asked, and Reid nodded.
"Blood pressure is low. We need to get it up." One of the EMT's said. Hotch glanced at them, but focused back on Reid.
"Come on, Spencer… Just hold on. You're gonna be okay." He murmured. Reid turned his watery eyes on the man, and another wave of tears ran down his face.
"… It's not me I'm worried about…" He whispered, then winced. "Something is wrong… I can feel it.."
"Shhh… Just relax. Stay calm." Hotch instructed, and Reid nodded and his hand fumbled. Hotch caught it and held it tightly. Reid winced again, then sobbed slightly.
"Sir. What is his condition?" An EMT asked. "We have to know to help him."
"One, it's confidential." Hotch snapped. "And two, you wouldn't believe me if I told you. So just stabilize him until we get there!"
"The doctors will have to know!"
"HIS doctor will be there!" Hotch snapped.
"Sir, you—"
"How far away are we?"
"… We're here." Called the driver. And then they were pulling in to the ER. The doors of the ambulance were thrown open and Hotch ran in next to the gurney, still holding Reid's hand.
A doctor ran over shouting "What do we have?"
"Is Dr. Valerie Tsai here?" Hotch demanded to know.
"Who?" The man asked.
"His specialist. He HAS to see HER."
"I've never heard of her."
"The FBI is flying her in. She has to be the one to see him. Just… make sure he's stable until she gets here!" Hotch ordered. The doctor looked angry at this.
"Listen, just because you're with the FBI it doesn't give you the authority to—"
"MOVE." The doctor yelped as he was shoved aside by Valerie Tsai. "What are his vitals?" She demanded to know from the EMT.
"Uh… Temp is 102.2, Pulse is highly elevated, and respiration has varied between shallow panting and labored gasps." The man said. Dr. Tsai nodded, then looked at the doctor she had shoved.
"YOU, with me. Let's move. I need to get his TPR as normal as possible and an abdominal ultrasound asap. And whatever you see and hear… there is a strict order of silence on it." She told the man, who stared at the imposing woman, eyes wide. "If you breathe a WORD about his condition to ANY one… you will be committing a Federal Crime, do you understand?"
"… You can't just—"
"Agree or move on to the next patient, Dr. Collins!" She snapped, glancing at the man's name tag and starting to roll the gurney away herself. "I want him on fluids, NOW!" The man blinked, then sighed and seized the other side of it, helping Dr. Tsai guide the thing.
"What are we dealing with?" He asked. She waited until they were alone in the room he had guided her to. It was just the two doctors, and the two agents.
"Dr. Reid is pregnant." She said, then looked at Hotch while the other doctor absorbed this. "What happened?"
"He was held hostage. When we tried to resolve the situation, he fell down on his stomach. Hard. Had a bout of vomiting, and started sweating badly. Seemed to be in a lot of pain." He told her, and she frowned. Now she looked grim and very worried. A nurse came in then with the fluids she had demanded. She took the needle and slid it into the vein that prominently stood out on his inner elbow. Then she looked up and stared at her patient. He stared back at her, a desperate, terrified look on his face.
"… Please…" He gasped, and she laid a hand on his forehead.
"Just relax, Dr. Reid." She told him, smiling gently. "I'm going to take care of you." Reid nodded, his hand tightening around Hotch's hand.
"Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to leave." Dr. Collins said, looking at Hotch.
"He stays." Dr. Tsai said, firmly. Dr. Collins scowled and she whirled on him, hissing so that only he could hear her. "He's keeping Dr. Reid calm, and I need him calm. If we remove Agent Hotchner from the room, it may upset him. And I can't have that, nor can I allow him to be sedated at this time."
"… Alright." Dr. Collins grumbled.
"Now make yourself useful and stop being difficult." She ordered, then turned back to Reid. "Spencer?" Reid blinked and looked at her. "I need to get you undressed. Okay?" She asked. Reid stared at her, then nodded. She, Dr. Collins and Hotch managed to get him undressed and covered with a sheet. Hotch then focused on stroking Reid's face. At least until Dr. Collins fixed an oxygen mask over his mouth and nose.
"Breath slow and deep." He instructed and Reid nodded, taking slow, shaky breathes. "Pulse is evening out." Dr. Collins said, glancing at Dr. Tsai. Then the man moved down and pressed his fingers to Reid's stomach.
"AHHN!" Reid cried out, jerking. Dr. Collins leapt back, startled. He stared at the patient, who was now sobbing again. He turned and stared at Dr. Tsai.
"I… I'm sorry!" He gasped.
"No. I was going to try to do a palpation myself. Now I know to skip it." She said darkly. "And probably the internal exam, too..." Dr. Collins watched as she moved up next to Reid's head and began talking to him. He watched as the young man quieted down. Dr. Collins nodded to himself. That was always a beautiful sight to him… seeing a patient putting all of their trust into their doctor. It was moments like that that would reassure him that he had made the right choice going into this profession.
"Easy, Dr. Reid." Dr. Tsai was saying, and Dr. Collins monitored Reid's vitals.
"Dr. Reid." He called. "Slow, deep breaths." He instructed. Reid nodded and concentrated on doing that. Dr. Tsai smiled at him.
"Good. Now Spencer? Relax your body." She watched as the boy's tense muscle slowly loosened. "Alright." She nodded, then turned as a nurse rolled in the sonogram equipment. "Now. Just rest and we'll see what's going on."
Reid obeyed, closing his eyes and clinging tightly to Hotch's hand as the sheet was folded down to expose his stomach. Then he felt the cold gel on his skin, followed by the firm pressing of the sensor.
"Pulse is going up again." Dr. Collins said.
"Dr. Reid." Dr. Tsai said in a low tone. His eyes snapped open in fear. "Calm down."
"The baby?"
"I'll check as soon as you CALM DOWN."
"… Alright." Reid sighed, and forced himself to calm down. Then he felt the sensor again.
"Oh my God…" Dr Collins gasped, and Reid's eyes snapped open again. "It's TRUE! That's a… a…"
"A healthy baby." Dr. Tsai said, smiling. She looked at Reid. "It's fine. The uterus seems to have shifted, but nothing worrisome. Everything looks great." And she guided Dr. Collins out with the mission of setting her patient up for overnight observation, letting Hotch and Reid have a moment alone. When she returned, Hotch was still holding his lover and stroking his hair. The boy's face was covered in tear tracks. Thankfully, the tears had finally stopped. His oxygen mask had been discarded.
"We're moving you to a room to stay overnight for observation. And I've fixed it with Dr. Collins so I will be the only one checking on you to preserve your anonymity." She said. Reid smiled, nodding to her. And half an hour later, he had been settled into a room and Dr. Tsai was taking his vitals. She smiled down at him.
"Much better." She said, then slid a needle into the port on his IV line. "This will help you sleep, okay?" Reid blinked, then nodded. "Alright." She said, smiling at him. "I'll check in on you frequently. And I'll see you in the morning." And she left the room. A moment later, Prentiss, Morgan and Rossi crept in. Hotch looked up at them, and their worried faces.
"He's fine." He said with a relieved smile. "And so is the baby." Reid saw the relieved looked on the faces of his team before his vision blurred and went dark.
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