Agents with Kids (Spencer Reid x reader)

Part 31

After briefing JJ, you head back to Garcia's office. Hotch and Rossi both take off for Bio-design Technology, leaving the three of you left. On the way to her office, you pause in the bullpen. Watching part of your team disappear for the second time that day makes your heart hurt with both fear for them and a desire to be out in the field. Sniffling, you grab a chair and haul it to Garcia's office with you.

You put it next to Garcia at the monitors.

"Have you looked into his history at bio-tech? There might be something in the records that they might not tell Hotch."

You can see her nervously chewing on the inside of her cheek.

"I try not to hack into things I don't have to. If we get audited, I have to defend every single breach of privacy." Her fingers rest on top of the keyboard like she's itching to type.

Something flashes on her screen and she presses a button on her keyboard with lightning speed.

"Hello, gorgeous." she prompts.

"Hey, baby girl. Reid and I are on our way to Nichols' house. Reid thinks there must have been a practice run before the park." There's some shuffling on the phone before Reid's voice comes through.

"The unsub must have used a more concentrated dose. It would have shut down the organs before unique anthrax poisoning symptoms manifest. Look for unusual emergency room admissions in the past two weeks. They should still be within the comfort zone, so Annapolis and the surrounding areas."

"I will hit you back." Garcia chirps and ends the call.

While she works on accessing recent ER deaths, she directs you to another computer to make up a list of diseases that might have been the cause of death instead.

"Meningitis." Garcia says, snapping you out of your focus.

"What?"

"There was a spike in meningitis for one day only. All the patients died within a few hours of each other. I need you to figure out if anthrax could be mistaken for meningitis. I'm going to track bank records."

You skim through some articles about meningitis.

"As long as there wasn't an autopsy confirming meningitis in the spinal fluid, I think its possible, yeah." You're no doctor, but you give it your best try.

Garcia opens her mouth to speak, but her door swings open.

"I just got a call." JJ says. "The anthrax was developed in Nichols' house. Reid got exposed."

Your heart is racing. "What do you mean exposed?"

"I mean he's trapped in a room with it. He's already breathed it in."

"Who's with him?" you ask.

"Hotch and Morgan. They're both outside of the house."

"Garcia, can you call Hotch for me?" you say in a tight voice.

She patches him through on speaker.

"What's going on there?" you ask.

"Nichols is dead. Blunt force trauma to his head. Reid thinks he's been dead 2 or 3 days."

"The unsub is still loose." JJ hisses under her breath.

"And how's Reid?" you ask, voice wavering.

"He's up and talking. Asymptomatic so far."

"Okay. You're going to get him to the hospital, right?"