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Trust Me

Chapter 14: This isn't Goodbye

Reid jolted awake as he heard Morgan's phone ring beside him. He rubbed his eyes tiredly as his friend gave him a guilty expression while mouthing out the words, 'sorry'. The genius nodded at him and shrugged it off. Morgan pressed his phone to his ear and watched a smile spread across his lips.

"Hey, Pretty Boy, it's for you," he said and handed Reid his phone. Reid gave him a confused glance before holding the phone and speaking to it.

"Hello?" he asked.

"Reid!" he heard Garcia greet excitedly. He smiled.

"Garcia," he said.

"You scared me! Once you get back to D.C you are mine you hear me?" Garcia said in a playful yet commanding tone. Reid chuckled.

"I understand," he said.

"How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine, but I'm afraid I'll be on crutches again," Reid said with a small frown.

"At least you're okay," Garcia said. Reid nodded even though his friend couldn't see him.

"Exactly." Reid smiled as he talked to Garcia for another ten minutes; they laughed for a while and talked serious at times, he was just glad to be alive. His conversation with Garcia made him extra grateful about surviving the kidnapping. Hearing voices like hers is something that is hard to find.

A week later

Reid groaned as he was waking up from a deep slumber. He had last track of how many times he had fallen asleep, he didn't even know what day it was. He was just glad that everything was turning out to be okay. His fractured rib was healing quicker than the doctors had expected. Reid began to frown as he thought about Carter being moved to a different room. A room for people stronger than him, he wondered how she was doing. He hadn't seen her in a few days.

He meekly opened his eyes to see Morgan leaning against the wall beside the door. His arms were crossed and he was looking like something was wrong, staring off into space was something he didn't always do.

"Hey, Morgan," Reid said faintly. Morgan looked over at him, being pulled away from his thoughts.

"Hey, kid," he greeted back and walked to sit beside the bed. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine but I'm more concerned about you," Reid said. He watched his friend's eyes narrow in confusion and then look at the ground.

"What do you mean?" he finally asked.

"You don't look like yourself today." Morgan rubbed his eyes.

"I'm fine," he said.

"You look really tired and you look like you're hiding something," Reid profiled. Morgan stared at him coldly.

"Don't even go profiler on me," he warned.

"Could you just tell me, please?" Reid asked.

"There's nothing to tell," Morgan said.

"Derek," Reid said and looked at him seriously. "I'm not going to shut up until you tell me what's on your mind." Morgan set his elbows on his knees and took in a deep breath.

"I just feel a little guilty," he said. Reid cocked his head to the side.

"About what?" he asked. Morgan stared at him for a little bit before answering, like he was still thinking whether to tell him or not.

"About the kidnapping. I stood there, laughing on the phone while you were being taken. Right behind me," Morgan said quietly. He ran his hand through his head and took in a deep sigh.

"It wasn't your fault at all," Reid denied, shaking his head.

"I should've at least heard you, or turned around to make sure you were there or…something," his friend said.

"Morgan, I was being stupid. I was too curious of what was in the van, not a care in the world I didn't have my gun. If it was anyone's fault it was mine," Reid said.

"Yeah but-" Morgan tried to argue but was interrupted by Reid.

"Let's just be glad we're both okay," he said, trying to drop the conversation. Morgan smiled a bit and set his elbow on the bed, sticking his hand in the air. Reid did the same and Morgan pulled him closer with a pat on his friend's back.

"My man," he said with a chuckle.

"You're a good friend, Derek," Reid said with a chuckle.

"Okay, don't go all soft on me, Pretty Boy," Morgan said playfully. "I'm going downstairs to get a cup of coffee, is that okay?" he asked. Reid nodded at him and Morgan got up and left, telling him he would be back soon.

Five minutes later

Reid fumbled around with the sheets to his hospital bed, growing bored. The headaches were starting to die down a bit, but they were still merciless. He wondered how long until he would be able to walk again, he hoped it would be a short recovery. He just wanted to go home and get everything over with; he wanted to see the beautiful Washington D.C. He smiled as he thought about seeing Garcia again, he missed her.

"Hey," a soft voice said, causing Reid to look up. Carter stood there, leaning against the door side with her arms crossed. Her hair was looking so much better than the last time he had saw her, it was nicely brushed and resting on her shoulders. She wore a red camisole with a black hoodie covering it. Blue jeans hung from her legs, almost too long. The bottom of her pants almost touching the heels of her converse high-tops.

"Hey," Reid greeted. He watched as Carter looked at the ground and sigh sadly.

"I'm checking out," she said dully.

"That's great," he said. "I'm sure you'll have fun over with the Smith's." Carter gave him a sad smile and finally walked into the room, she sat herself down in the chair beside his bed.

"Yeah I guess. Mr. Smith is packing my stuff at my ole house," she said.

"You sure you're going to be okay?" Reid asked her, noticing her wrinkling her nose. After spending almost three weeks with her, he had noticed she wrinkled her nose when she was upset. Carter met his eyes and slowly nodded her head before propping her chin on her hand, doing her best to not touch her new scar.

"You don't seem like it," Reid said. Carter sighed.

"I just don't feel right leaving you here in the hospital when I'm free to go. You had it worse than me. Why did you put so much effort into saving someone you barley knew?" she asked him.

"It's my job, wouldn't you do the same?" he asked her.

"I guess so," Carter said.

"The best thing to focus on is that we both survived and I'll be fine here. I've got my family," Reid said. Carter gave him a sad smile and her eyes met the ground.

"There's something I never told you, though," she said faintly. Reid sat up slightly in his bed.

"What is it?" he asked.

"The past couple of nights I've been here, I've been having these terrible nightmares," she confessed, not meeting the genius's eyes.

"That's normal," he said.

"Will they go away?" Carter asked, raising her head a bit.

"Sometimes nightmares go away, sometimes they don't. It kind of depends on how you handle this situation. Don't let the memories of the kidnapping or murders hurt you. Everything is over. And even though you won't have your parents around, think of the positive things, you've got two very nice neighbors willing to adopt you." Reid explained.

"You're right," Carter agreed with a tiny smile. "I guess I should be more grateful." She jumped into her seat after receiving a text message; she pulled out her phone and frowned.

"That's Mrs. Smith," she said, slowly standing up. Reid nodded put pointed at her phone.

"Here, let me see that," he requested. Carter did as he was told. Reid gently took her phone and began to type into it and handed it back to her.

"What did you do?" she asked with a curious smile.

"I programed my number into your phone. If you ever have another nightmare just call me and I can keep you company. Okay?" he asked her. Carter nodded with a smile. She leaned down and gently hugged him.

"Thanks, Spencer. For everything," she whispered. Reid patted her back and then the two let go.

"I'll see you around," he said, waving to her. Carter Stevenson waved back as she was heading to the exit. She took one last look at him before walking out of the door.

Reid smiled, knowing that he had saved another life.

"Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art... It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things that give value to survival."C.S Lewis

The End

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