Losing Grip (Criminal Minds) [[ON HOLD]]

Hospital Time

AN/ sorry this is so bad! It's been forever since I wrote this story and I'm currently functioning between this, revision, the big bang theory and food. I also have writer block. SORRY.

Chapter Two

“There's no way to tell you that bad news without saying it, so I'll say it with body language,”-John Kintz.

Leaning on the counter of the reception desk, Derek Morgan flashed the young doctor, he had just explained that the Police would accompany Joseph Greene until the Doctor's fixed him up and then he would be taken away. Tapping the counter before heading back to his team, he couldn't help but smile to himself. Being a profiler, he was trained to pick up on the little things no one else would have, like the way the doctor's eyes kept looking him up and down and the almost starstruck look she got when he spoke. It was a handy thing to have, especially when it comes to women.

Seeing David Rossi and Jennifer Jareau shake hands with the local Police chief, he mentally thanked all forces that worked to end this case. It had been a long, never ending one with a lot of disappointment and no leads. All they had to do now was to finish up some paperwork, pack up their stuff, find Hotch and Reid and go home.

As soon as the Police chief left, he asked the question everyone had been thinking, “Where is Hotch and Reid?” Taking in their faces of sudden realisation, he noted they didn't know, it was rare for their team. They usually kept quite a close tab on one another. Watching JJ take out her mobile, they waited for her to call Hotch but her face was drawn to something else on the other side of the room.

Following her gaze, David and Derek's eyes widened with an unexpected sight and instant worry. Standing by the elevators staring at the team was Aaron Hotchner. His plain blue shirt was covered in blood and his eyes held the type of blankness only the shock of a terrible event could prompt. Beckoning them over, the team quickly ushered to his side through the crowded reception area. Without saying anything, he stepped into the elevator, waiting on his team to follow him, which they did. They rode in silence, up three floors and then down an array of corridors, by following the signs the team automatically guessed where they were headed, Intensive Care.

Breaking the silence, Jennifer spoke up, “Hotch? Where's Reid?”

Aaron didn't say anything but rather, opened the door to a small waiting room and motioned for them all to sit.

As they sat, Aaron started to explain what was going on, “As you know, Spencer and myself went to speak to Joseph Greene, someone we originally concluded was a witness but he turned out to be the UnSub and of course, Spencer noticed this and we cornered him. We tried to talk him down...But he shot. And Spencer was hit.”

All three members of the BAU team snapped their heads up in shock. “He isn't...He isn't?” JJ stuttered in a panicked tone.

“He isn't dead, but he's close. He lost a lot of blood and the bullet is lodged in a very compromising position, they're preparing him for surgery right now, but the doctor told me, that we need to come to terms with the fact that he may not make it,” Hotch para-phrased. His voice that usually oozed authority was tired and broken. He was fed up of ending up in a hospital with Reid, it was always him. He was trying to get his team to understand that this might be the last time they end up in a hospital because of Reid. They could lose him. Forever.