Are You Profiling Me?

-25-

"Aaron..." you called. No answer. "Aaron..." They grabbed a gurney and put you on top.

"I'm here." He grabbed your hand.

"I love you." Tears were stripping down your face. Before he could say anything you were being wheeled away.

"Okay miss we are going to take you to surgery." The doctor said,

"No." You said.

"Ma'am?" He said.

"Do I have to be put under? If not, just stitch me up." You pleaded. They still wheeled you in.

"We will give you a sedative but we won't put you under." He said.

"Okay. I need to be lucid." You said. He nodded and you looked up into the light as they worked on you. Your blinking was sluggish as they stitched and removed the metal from your side. After a while the doctor came into view.

"We are going to take you into recovery now." He said.

"Aaron...Hotchner. Where is he?" You said.

"Is that the agent you came in with?" He asked as you slowly sat up.

"Yes." You said.

"He's in recovery too. I'll put you by him." he said.

"My phone, I need my phone.-" You stopped moving.

"No you don't." A voice sounded.

"Derek?" You breathed out.

"Yes, Ace. I got you some clothes, you need to rest." You started to sit up. Your arm was bandaged up with some sort of stuff brace, but you could move your forearm. Your stomach was bandaged tightly.

"Give them to me." You said standing up shaky.

"You were just in surgery-"

"No. I asked them not to put me under-"

"You what!" This time it was Hotch's voice. He was wearing a striped shirt and was still buttoning the top buttons.

"Someone give me a shirt, right now!" You yelled. Morgan grabbed your bag and set it on the bed as you ruffled through it with one hand. You grabbed everything you needed and started to untie your gown. "Are you gonna watch me or are you gonna help?" You asked them and Morgan stepped out. You leaned down to put on your pants and you struggled. Hotch grabbed your shirt and helped do the buttons. You put on your shoes.

"You aren't coming back into the field-"

"All due respect, sir, we need all hands on deck. How's Kate?" You deflected. There was a moment of silence as you holster your gun. You were still running on adrenaline.

"She's still in surgery.." He trailed off.

"Hotch. I did everything I could. I stopped the bleeding, there was just so much-"

"No one could have done a better job." He reassured you. You grabbed the vest and started to put it on and Hotch clasped the buckles. You winced as it pulled tight on you.

"I know I'm not supposed to be in the field but technically neither are you." You started as you grabbed the thigh holster from your bag, putting your other gun in. "But we need everyone we can." He looked at you with something you hadn't seen before. You reached up and brushed your thumb over the cut on his forehead. He didn't waste a second and pulled you in for a hug. Once you pulled back you started to talk. "What are we looking at?" He pull the curtain back and you both started to walk over to the rest of the team.

"Has anything happened since the first blast?" Hotch said.

"Nothing." Rossi answered.

"Sam?" Hotch followed up.