They all sat quietly until the doctor came back in without Reid. "Hello." She said. "The bullet that went into his left shoulder shattered his collar bone and we were able to repair that. The bullet that entered his abdomen pierced through both his small and large intestine and then shattered into his kidney. We were able to repair the intestines and remove the bullet fragments from his kidney. However there was significant blood loss and he is currently in a medical induced coma. If he makes it through the night there is a 35% chance of survival. Each day past then adds another 10%. Mr. Spencer Morgan is in with him now. You can visit one at a time. He is asking for a Hotchner. "

"Thank you doctor." Hotchner said standing following the doctor out of the room.


Reid was sitting curled up in a chair close to Morgans bed, holding his limp hand tightly. He didn't look up when Hotchner came in.

"What did they say?" He asked quietly.

"Nothing." Hotchner answered.

"I'm sorry." He spoke quietly.

Hotchner came over and placed a hand on his shoulder. "It is nothing to be sorry for. You are entitled to your private life."

Reid shook his head. "It's not that." He sniffed. "He should've been wearing his jacket. I forgot mine in the truck and he gave me his." He looked up at Hotchner. "He would have been wearing it if we weren't"

"No." Hotchner shook his head. "Derek would have given it to you even if he hated you. You know that's the kind of man he is. This isn't anyone's fault." He squeezed his shoulder in an attempt to reassure him.

Reid half smiled.

"She said the others could come in one at a time. Is it alright if they come in?"

Reid nodded. "It's alright. Could you call Garcia?"

Hotch placed his hand on Morgan's leg. "You wake up, you hear me?" He said.


"Hey there." Reid looked up at Rossi. He nodded.

Rossi walked over to the bed. "If you need anything, we are all here for you."

"Thank you." Reid said quietly.

J.J. came in next. And Reid much to his own surprise held himself together as she fell apart. Prentiss came in and told Morgan a story from a past time of working together ending with her telling him that he needed to wake up. It made Reid smile slightly.

Reid looked up when Penelope came in. "Hey boy Genius." She said quietly. He could tell she'd been crying but was trying hard to hold it together for his sake. She walked over close to him and held out her hand. He reached up and took their two rings from her hand. They always left their rings with her when they went on an assignment. Reid bit his lip and slid his on, the cold ring burning his skin. He reached over with the other one and slipped it onto Derek's hand. It was tight, his fingers were swollen. His breath hitched and he choked back a sob.

Penelope stayed for a few minutes not saying anything before she left him alone.

"H-Hey you." He said quietly. He laced their fingers together tightly. "They said….they said if you make it through tonight then the statistics of you surviving will raise to 45%. And 62% of gunshot victims to the abdomen that survive through the first night have a better chance…" His voice cut out. "Babe." He said wiping the tears from his face. He was just rambling statistics, which was usually fine. "You have to wake up. I-I can't…you should have had your jacket….I didn't need it….I told, I told you to wear it…I, God Derek please…..Please…."He laid his head down on the bed grasping Derek's hand tightly and sobbed.


8 Days Later


Spencer had stayed at the hospital as each day Derek's chance of survival grew stronger. They took him off the medical induced coma but he had yet to wake up. The team stayed close by, bringing Spencer food that he couldn't bring himself to eat. They made him talk and kept him sane.

When everyone was gone he would quietly talk, begging him to wake up. And yet nothing had happened. Doctor Shay said to give him time, but each day that passed only made the pit of his heart hurt worse.

They had unhooked his breathing tube on the third day, small victory in that his lungs had regained function after the shock to his body.

Derek's mother had come out from Chicago and scolded Spencer for being so down hearted. "Derek is a strong boy and he loves you too much. You better wipe that look off your face because when he gets up he is going to want to see a smile."

Slowly day eight was passing away and Spencer could feel his eyes growing heavy when he heard a knock at the door. He looked up as Hotch and Jack walked in.

"Hey." He said waving his hand. "isn't it a little late for you to be up?"

"I Tried that argument, but he wanted to come in to say Hi."

Jack smiled and walked up to Spencer giving him a hug.

"Well Hi." Spencer said.

"I think he's going to wake up today." Jack said and stepped back handing Spencer a paper. "I drew him this."Spencer smiled and ruffled his hair looking at the picture. 'Get Better Soon Agent Morgan' was written across the top and there was some kind of animals at the bottom. "That's Clooney." He said proudly.

Spencer looked up at Hotch who was smiling down at his son.

"This is very nice." Spencer said. "When he wakes up I'll make sure he gets it right away."

"How's he been today?" Hotch asked stepping forward.

"His vitals were high." Spencer said. "Strong, just waiting for him to wake up." Spencer sighed.

"When he's ready he will." Hotch said. "I need to take him home now."

"It was nice of you to stop in." Spencer said.

"Call if anything changes or if you need anything."

"Bye Agent Reid, Bye Agent Morgan." Jack waved and they left the room.

Spencer laid his head down against the bed and found Derek's hand holding it tightly. He felt tears prick at his eyes. "You need to wake up now." He whispered, closing his eyes. "I need you to wake up Derek."


Reid blinked open his eyes to the darkened room with a bad kink in his neck. He sat up and looked at Derek who was still lying silently asleep. He brought his hands back and rubbed his neck trying to get the knot out. He stood and leaned down kissing Derek's forehead. "I'm going to go get a drink." He said. He pulled out his phone to check the time as he headed towards the door knowing for sure that the cafeteria would not be open at two thirty in the morning but he could visit the coffee machine, even though he'd tried it a few times, each worse than the last cup.

"Can you get me an apple juice?"

Spencer stopped just short of the door, his breath hitched in his throat. He wanted to turn around but instead he just stood there staring at the door. After a moment he took a step closer to the door reaching his hand up to the handle turning it.

"Pretty boy." He heard softly, this time he turned and looked at the bed. He felt his heart sink when he saw that Derek was still laying still, his eyes still closed.

He sighed casting a glance to the floor. "You're going insane Spencer." He spoke to himself quietly.

"No you aren't, I'm thirsty. I just have my eyes closed because I'm tired."

Spencer looked up and watched Derek open his eyes small smile on his lips.

"Oh my God." Spencer said practically running from the door to the bed. He grabbed Derek's face between his shaking hands and stared at him. "Derek, Oh my God." His eyes filled with tears. "You-you wouldn't wake up, and I was so worried. I didn't think" He felt Derek's hand grab hold of his forearm gently.

"I know. I could hear you." He said.

Spencer laughed and wiped his face before leaning down to kiss him.

"Mmm, that can't be good. Haven't brushed my teeth in a few days, I can tell." Derek said softly.

"I don't care." Spencer laughed.

"How long?"

"Eight days." Spencer answered. "Well technically nine."

"I'm sorry babe."

"As if you had control." Spencer rolled his eyes.

"I know. I just feel bad that I made you upset for that long." Derek smiled lightly. "My everything hurts." He said scrunching his face.

"You have a shattered collar bone and your insides were all ripped to hell."

"Sounds like I'm taking some vacation time. C'mere." He said and Spencer leaned down kissing him again. "I love you."

"I love you too." Spencer said back. He wiped his eyes a bit.

"I'm going to close my eyes for a bit, but I promise I'll wake back up."

"Okay." Spencer said. "Derek, I love you."

He smiled and closed his eyes. "I know baby boy." He said quietly. "I love you too."

Spencer let go of his face and pulled his chair back up to the bed holding Dereks hand which he could feel Derek gripping back loosely. His smile broadened and he closed his eyes falling back asleep.


~*~*~ There how is that for an hour or so of work? Let me know your thoughts! Oh, and by the way, I don't own anything. Disclaimer so there!