Friendship or family

Chapter 4

I was running through the woods , from what I'm not sure but my fight or flight instinct was telling me it was a flight situation .

I ran to an opening to a dark patch of mud . 11 thick slabs of stone stood in the mud . I was at a group of graves , normally I would turn around but my feet were working on their own account forcing me forwards . I stopped in front of the first , it was Jason's , my brother's . I felt the pang of pain in my chest that always appears when I think of him .

My feet moved me onwards to the second stone , my mother . Wait what ?! She's not dead ! She can't be . I quickly moved from one to another . There was my father , my little sister's alice and the teams . next to the last one there was a freshly dug grave . It confused me .

But then I heard the voice that's left anonymous phone calls every year since my brothers death , one I will never forget you , his killer .

"Well deary I told you , everyone you care about will die as long as I'm a free man , and heres the proof " I could feel the smirk on his face , I tried to turn around but my body wouldn't let me  .

"You sick son of a bitch ! YOU FUCKING KILLED THEM ALL !! YOU WILL PAY EVEN IF I HAVE TO BRING YOU BACK FROM THE DEAD TO MAKE SURE OF IT ! They will have justice!" I screamed falling to the ground , crying hysterically .

I heard my name being called in the distance but I don't care , everyone I care about is dead , because of me .

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I woke with a start , tears streaming down my face , being hugged tightly , the person stroking my hair .

I pulled away to see Garcia looking all over my face , looking for some type of sign if I'm alright. After her mini check up she stepped back letting my eyes land of Morgan , Hotch and Rossi , standing at the door , guns drawn . Once they saw everything was okay they holstered their guns and left the room to come back with everyone else plus a doctor . Everyone looked exhausted .

"What were you all so worried none of you slept and just drunk coffee ?" I ask as the doctor checks my heart rate and vitals . They just shyly smile and nod slowly , looking at my expression which was royally pissed at the minute . "guys why the fuck would you put your own health at risk when I was in hospital probably doing just fine?!" I sort of yell as my throat was dry from crying .

"We were worried about you , you've been unconscious for a week" Reid speaks up from the corner who had crutches .My eyes bug out of my head at this .

"WHAT ?! I'VE BEEN OUT FOR A WEEK AND WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU ON CRUTCHES ?! " I yell .

He rubs the back of his neck ,shyly . "I got shot in thigh when we went into the barn"

I groan , closing my eyes "please at least tell me my mother when home" I open one eye , looking directly at Hotch , who shakes his head no . I throw my head back and groan again .

Then I heard her , she cleared her throat , I looked up to see my mother standing next to Morgan at the door , holding coffee , which she quickly dropped and ran over to my side hugging my head to her chest . After a couple of minutes of this I felt the teams discomfort so I pulled away , much to my mother's disliking .

"Why ?! Why did you take this job ?! I told you , you would get hurt ! You never listened ! " She yelled staring right into my soul . God she could be a interrogator !

"Mum you know why I took this job ! Can we not speak about this in front of my team ? Have you met everyone?" I ask . She shakes her head no so I introduce everyone to her . To my surprise Reid shook her hand from what I got told he isn't a big fan on touching . "So when can I get out of here ?" I ask .

"Not for another week and even then you're going to be on crutches for two months "the doctor says . I groan and slam my head down again , pulling my covers above my head covering my face in annoyance .

"Jodie are you okay ?" I hear Blake ask , worry showing in her voice .

"Oh shes fine she used to do that when she was frustrated when she was younger" my mother explained . I heard everyone go ahh . After a couple minutes of hiding under my covers I speak up .

"Can someone please get me a can of monster since I haven't had it in a fucking week" I say I hear everyone chuckle and someone walk away . I peak over the top of my covers to see it was Rossi who had left . "So Hotch since I'm gonna be on fucking crutches  , when I get out of here can I help Garcia from Virginia ? Pwease " I say giving my best puppy dog eyes and pout . No one has been able to say no to one of those yet .

"Fine but I want you to see a therapist for the six months no argument otherwise you're not to come in for those two months" not the bargain I was hoping for .

I slump against my pillow crossing my arms across my chest "fine" I mutter . Everyone chuckles again .

"I swear you act more like a five year old that a twenty-eight year old" Morgan states , shaking his head . Whoa wait a sec .

"I didn't tell you my age Morgan" I say narrowing my eyes at him . He looks like a deer caught in the headlights of a car . Everyone turned to look at him but Garcia . "Morgan , Garcia what did you do ?" I ask .

"I think they hacked into your files" Hotch stated , crossing his arms over his chest.

I heard Garcia state something along the lines of 'god I hate profilers' and Morgan just stood there lost for words .

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2 weeks later

Garcia's carrying my bag into the bullpen , even though I could get around without the help .

"Garciaaa let me take my bag around !" I whine . Garcia had forced herself into my house to help me out as a make up for snooping into my files .

"No sweet pea not gonna happen " she states heading over to where everyone else was . I slump on my crutches and pouted .

"Hey Jodie , Garcia . Why are you in a mood?" Reid asks as we reach them .

"Because the floating colour bomb named Garcia won't let me take my bag myself ." I huff , reaching for my backpack to get my monster.

"Here let me get that for you miss broken leg"Morgan says grabbing my bag .

Just as I was about to hit him Hotch comes out of his office . " guys we have a case"