Trapped

Broken bones and skinned knees

Morgan beckoned me over, and let me stand next to the bed. I heard the annoying 'beep' of the heart monitor. 'at least he's alive.'

Garcia joined morgan's side. "what happened?" she asked quietly.

"He took his vest off to negotiate, and was shot." Morgan's words stabbed through my heart.

"Is he going to be okay?" I asked, never taking my eyes off of Spencer's face.

As if he heard my voice, his heart rate increased, and he stirred under the sheets. "Caroline?" he croaked, opening his eyes.

"I'm right here, Spence," I sat on the edge of the matress. "how are you feeling?"

His head lolled to the side, and he took a deep breath. "Hungry." he licked his lips. "And thirsty."

I looked up at Hotch. He nodded, and I reached for the button to call the nurse in. Spencer reached for my hand, and stopped me. "I don't want them to come in. Not right now."

I sighed, and nodded. "okay."

I sat there for three hours before Hotch and Morgan finally left to get something to eat. Garcia gave me a hug before disappearing with them.

I smiled at Spencer, watching him silently. He opened his eyes and smiled softly. "come here." He lifted his hand toward my face, lifting the IV tubes that were stuck in his arm.

I leaned toward him, letting his hand caress my cheek. "Are you okay?" he whispered, his voice raw.

I sighed. "I'm supposed to be asking that to you." He chuckled.

"I'm fine, Caroline. I promise."

I felt tears in my eyes. "you promised you'd be safe. you weren't safe," I started crying, tears rolling over his cold fingers.

A look of pain crossed his face. "I- I'm sorry."

I looked at him, and my eyes wandered to his chest, then to the blankets. "can... Can I see.. see how bad it is?"