Agents with Kids (Spencer Reid x reader)

Part 19

Their voices are too hazy to understand. You keep blinking against the lights and things start to come into focus. The area is lit up by flashlights and portable floodlights. If you had any energy to laugh right now, you'd probably find it funny that the woods looked like a highschool football field on a friday night. JJ and Rossi are standing behind the medics, peering into the river. Morgan is standing in a group away from the edge, likely with the unsub.

The clarity returns to your hearing at the same time Hotch pulls away from you. Against the background noise, Prentiss's voice is soothing in your ear.

"Hotch is going to get you a medic. You're gonna be fine, alright kid? We'll be home in no time..." You nod in response to her voice and she lets out a sigh of relief.

"Welcome back, babe." You can hear the smile in her voice. As promised, Hotch returns with a medic in tow. She takes your vitals and checks for breaks and bleeding.

"Can you tell me your name? What state are you in?" You rattle off your answers to the concussion questions.

The EMT turns to Hotch. "She's alright. No signs of shock. No obvious physical issues. Exhaustion is probably setting in after the adrenaline rush. You need to take her straight to a hospital for a full physical, but nothing needs immediate attention." Hotch nods and thanks her.

"Prentiss, make sure Reid gets checked out. I'm taking y/l/n to the nearest ER."

"Got it." She gives your hand a reassuring squeeze before she makes her way to JJ and Rossi. Hotch helps you up and tells you to sit tight for a minute. He heads upriver, towards where you jumped in. He returns with your clothes and Reid's sweater.

"You need to get out of the wet clothes. Come on." He leads away from the lights, giving you a dim spot to strip. He turns his back to you, and you try to be efficient. You sacrifice your blouse to the cause and use it to dry off. Wearing slacks without underwear is a bizarre sensation you have no desire to experience again. You shrug into the sweater and your boots. You wrap your bra and underwear in the wet blouse.

"I'm, uh, good." you try. The FBI handbook says nothing about how to tell your boss you aren't naked.

"Warm enough?" he turns and asks.

"Yeah, I think so." clearly, this was not the answer he was looking for. He pulls off his suit jacket and helps you into it.

In this most atrocious outfit you've worn (middle school not included), you follow Hotch out of the woods. He makes you talk to him the entire time to prove you're alright. You rarely talk about life outside of work with him, so it's a bit of a struggle to come up with a topic. He's not much of a conversation, since he's focused on getting out. You decide to tell him about what you made for dinner yesterday. A perfectly neutral topic. Unfortunately, it takes twenty minutes to get back to the SUV's, so you end up detailing your last week of dinners to him. Any time you stop, he'd prompt "keep going, y/l/n."

He makes you talk on the drive to the hospital, too, but at least he's willing to actually converse now. He picks a fairly neutral topic, too, asking about you favorite and least favorite college classes.

"I'm not sure how well I could remember those on a good day." you tell him honestly.

"Try, will you?" he says, but for the first time tonight, there's a levity to his voice.

In the ER, he's all business again. He pulls out the FBI badge and gives a brief explanation of the situation, ending by telling them you're ten weeks along.

Clearly, the nurses are a bit intimidated. Hotch offers to come back with you, but you return his jacket and tell him you'll meet him in the lobby once you're cleared.