Dr.Spencer Reid - Forgotten

Chase Gone Wrong

*Reid POV*

Morgan took the lead, chasing after the unsub as he sprinted away from the truck he had just hopped out of. White, male, 30-45 years old, low self esteem - The profile fit to a tee. We caught the man's partner, the dominant, yesterday while he was re-visiting the dump site. Now it was time to catch this guy and head back home.

The unsub, Matt Jarnod, took a sharp left, heading down to the shoreline by the lake. Skirting the edge of the water, he turned around and appeared to be preparing himself to make a last stand. Even though he was the submissive partner, his mind had been trained to never let himself be taken by the authorities. He raised a gun, "St-stay back!" He stuttered. "I'll shoot!"

The rest of the team and I formed a semi-circle around him, forcing him closer to the water. "C'mon man!" Morgan yelled, "There's nowhere else to go!" The unsub stepped back, eyes shifting back and forth as he decided what to do. Seeing a chance, I holstered my gun and stepped forward with my hands in the air. "Matt, put down the gun, we can help you but only if you put it down." I took another step forward, only three feet away from a psychopath holding a gun, what was I thinking? I thought it had worked, I thought he was a smart enough guy to listen to me and hear the truth in my words. Apparently not.

As he bent down to place the weapon on the ground, I reached forward to pick it up. But as he let go of the gun he replaced it with a large rock and whipped it up as hard and fast as he could and whacked me in the head with it. The last thing I heard before blacking out were gunshots as he was peppered with bullets.

*Morgan POV*

There was only one thing I thought of as I sat in the waiting room of the hospital, how could I let that happen? Reid was like my little brother, annoying at times but you love him anyways. I was the older brother, it was my job to protect him and I had failed. He was bleeding badly and still hadn't regained consciousness when the ambulance arrived. The paramedics weren't sure how bad the damage was, but it was severe. They said there was a chance he could slip into a coma and never come out of it. I rode in the ambulance with him as the rest of the team drove the SUV's.

We've all been waiting here for hours, long enough for Garcia to fly in and meet us here. The rest of the team was just as on edge as I was, all of us feeling responsible for the damage done to the young doctor. Garcia was practically hysterical, holding onto me and crying into my shoulder quietly. We stayed that way for two more hours before the surgeon came out.

"Are you all here for Spencer Reid?" He asked, looking questioningly at the guns we all had strapped to our belts. "Yes" Hotch answered in his monotone voice. "Well there was a severe bleed inside his brain, but we were able to control it and he is in recovery. You can see him now but remember, he is sleeping and will need very frequent rest for some time." Oh thank god, he's okay. We thanked the surgeon and rushed down the hall and into his room. His skinny frame barley took up half the width of the bed, his hair was held down by a thick white bandage they had wrapped around his head, and he was still extremely pale. Seeing him lying there helpless made me feel sick. I wanted to punch the bastard that had done this but it was too late, he was already dead.

Garcia, JJ, and Prentiss walked up to the side of the bed. All three of them stood there, looking at him with watery, bloodshot eyes. Rossi, Hotch, and I stood back and allowed them to be with him for a short while. After about five minutes the girls backed off and allowed us to walk up and see him closely. His breaths were deep and even, almost like he was sleeping. After thirty minutes of tense silence, JJ spoke up, "I'm going to head down to the cafeteria and get some food, you guys are welcome to join me." I looked over at the window and saw faint traces of the sun appearing on the eastern horizon, it was time for breakfast. I was so focused on Reid I hadn't even realized the entire night had slipped by.

"You guys go." I said, "I'll stay here and make sure that if he wakes up he won't be alone." At that they all nodded and left the room. I pulled the chair closer to the bed and stared down, waiting and hoping Spencer's eyes would open. At some point I must have fallen asleep because I woke up to a low groan. It was Reid! I stood quickly, still the only visitor in the room. His eyelids lifted slowly, almost lazily as he woke up for the first time after surgery. When they were fully open he stared up with his big brown doe eyes and I was ecstatic! "Wait here!" I said with a big grin, "I'm going to go get the rest of the team, stay awake Pretty Boy!"

I sprinted out the room and down the hall, taking two wrong turns in my excitement to reach the cafeteria. I quickly located their table and ran over. "He's awake! Reid's awake!" We all rushed back to the room and sure enough he was still laying there with his eyes open. We all went over and crowded around him, telling he'd be fine and we were happy he was back.

Something was wrong. It was the expression on his face, he wasn't happy. He was terrified. He looked up with fear and confusion while everyone slowly realized he wasn't acting like himself. "Wh-what's going on? Where am I?" Okay, strange, but he did get hit in the head, so I guess a little confusion is to be expected. "Spence you're at the hospital, the unsub hit you with a rock and you needed brain surgery, but you're fine now." JJ explained the situation with the delicacy that only a mother can. "What the hell is an unsub?" I got a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, this really wasn't good.

"Forget that," Reid said "who the hell are you?" The question wasn't for JJ, it was directed at all of us. He didn't know who we are, he didn't know a thing.