Careful where you step

Chapter 4: Mommy issues

Beep. Beep. Beep. Your eyes drift open, the fluorescents burning them momentarily.

"Hey, kiddo." you hear a familiar, raspy voice say.

"Can you turn off the lights?" you respond in a croaky voice.

"Sure thing." he says as he walks over to the light switch. You are finally able to open your eyes and see what is around you. You're in a stark white room filled with beeping machines. Your dad is standing next to your bed and by the brightness outside your small window you assume it's around 3 in the afternoon.

"How do you feel?" he says looking down at you with a worried expression.

"Like I just got shot. What time is it anyways?"

"Two thirty, but it's Thursday."

"Oh shit. Ive been out for a whole day?"

"Yeah. When the paramedics got to you, you were passed out and they brought you here immediately to take you into surgery. You woke up for a minute after but I'm not surprised you don't remember that. You were really out of it. Your coworkers have been stopping by. They said they were leaving Colorado until you woke up and they knew you were okay."

"Oh that's nice of them. Do you mind calling them and telling them I'm okay?"

"Of course honey. Do you want me to call that Emily girl first?" he. sus with a little smirk on his face.

"Erm... why?"

"She seemed to have a, um, vested interest in your recovery. Is there something happening between you two?" he asks.

"Maybe a little something...." you say to him.

Your dad was always super supportive of you and your identity, your mom on the other hand tried to kick you out when you told her. You always wondered how your seemingly normal dad ended up with a criminal/drug addict/homophobe. They were only nineteen when they had you so you just assumed he stayed with her because he felt he had to.

He called Emily and she was at the hospital within ten minutes.

"Hey babe...." she said as she entered the room.

"I'll give you two some privacy." your dad said, winking at you on his way out.

"Hey Em...."

She walked over to the bed, leaned down and kissed you. She pulled away and smacked you in the head.

"Ow. What the fuck was that for?"

"For being so incredibly stupid. You took off your vest in the middle of the killers house. Hotch is going to have to suspend you for two weeks."

"I know. I'm sorry. I don't know what I was thinking. It seemed like getting on his level would work. I guess it didn't though."

"I'm just glad you're okay. The surgeon said it will be a couple days but he can discharge you pretty soon." she said.

"Oh good." you said.

"You don't sound very enthusiastic."

"Emily, I just got shot in the shoulder. I don't know how much more optimistic you want me to be."

She rolled her eyes and decided to move on. "Do you want me to call the rest of the team?"

"Sure. Hotch is gonna be really mad won't he." you said, dreading having to talk to him.