All Or None (Criminal Minds Fanfic) #Wattys2017

Chapter 8: Otherworldly Connections

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Hotch's P.O.V.

I couldn't believe it. Reid was crashing. They wouldn't let the rest of us back, while Emily and Penelope had to stand there and watch Reid fall into a coma. They couldn't find out what was wrong, but they were trying. They had asked for permission to run all kinds of tests, afterwards running off to report to the other nurses. It all seemed like a dream; like it couldn't possibly be real.

I had to keep my cool. If I abandoned all hope, or showed any kind of emotion, I'd be letting myself show weakness. And Reid doesn't need weakness. He needs all the strength he can get. I have to keep reminding myself of that.

I saw the doctor come out, and there was sweat covering his forehead. We all stood, afraid of what he might say. He silently nodded for us to follow him down the hallway, and into a medium-sized room with chairs lining the walls in the room. Each of us sat down on both sides of the doctor, waiting for him to speak.

He sighed. "I'm sorry." He paused. "Spencer Reid has fallen into a coma, and we have him stabilized, but we're not so sure if when he wakes up, if he wakes up, if he'll even be functional. Being out for this long . . . he could have some lifelong injuries to his brain. All we can do is wait." He walked to the door, but before he stepped out, he turned once again. "I really am sorry." Then, he left.

I looked around to see how my team was reacting, because, truth be told, I didn't know how to react. Morgan and Garcia were staring blankly at the floor, probably unable to cry any more, since they had been crying ever since the girls had been escorted back out to the waiting room. Rossi was sighing in himself, although I was the only one who could hear him. Emily was sitting beside me, and without thinking, I rest my arm over her shoulders.

My eyes widened, realizing what I just did. I was practically screaming that I had a crush on her. Rossi looked up at me, smirking. He knew; I had accidentally told him when we were talking about all of his ex-wives. This only made me blush. I looked back at Emily, and she wasn't crying anymore. She rested her head on my chest, and Morgan pointed us out to Garcia.

"See, Hotch? A small gesture can go a long way!" Morgan said, making Emily chuckle. She looked up to see my response.

"I've got a gesture for you," I said, making a not-so-nice hand gesture towards him, crossing my eyes at the same time. This caused us all to bust up laughing, just as J.J.'s doctor came in.

"Miss Jennifer Jareau?" He asked, and we nodded. "She is awake. I can only let you in one at a time, but she's awake, nonetheless."

I looked over at Morgan. "I think Morgan should go first, then Emily. They're probably the closest to her, other than . . ." I trailed off, not wanting to continue. They seemed to have gotten the idea, because Morgan immediately got up and left without a word.

Spencer's P.O.V.

What the heck do I do now?!?! I watched the group go back into a room with the doctor, and when I tried to follow, I found out that I actually can't walk through a door. I hit my nose, but in the place I'm in, I don't feel pain. That's kind of a good thing.

One of the other weird things is, if I concentrate, I can hear the entire team's conversation, like I was sitting right next to them. There is a window in the door, and I can see Hotch flip off Morgan. I laugh. That's just like both of them.