Disclaimer: I Own Nothing.

Rating: T for violence and potty mouth.

Warning: lots of fluff and angst Hotch/Reid father/son Gideon/Reid father/son and Morgan/Reid brother/brother. NO SLASH

Special Agent and Unit Chief Aaron Hotchner was in an incredibly bad mood, this much Dr. Spencer Reid could tell easily. He didn't graduate high school at 12 because he was a good chess player. Reid cleared his throat, hoping to gain the seniors attention. Hotch held the steering wheel tighter, his white knuckles contrasting greatly with the black of the steering wheel.

"Did you know that of all the car accidents that took place in Virginia last year, 36% were alcohol related." Way to lighten the mood Spencer. "Everyday in the US, approximately 123 deaths occur everyday in driving related accidents. That's approximately 5 fatalities per hour." Just keep going Spencer, because this is helping sooo much.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" It was a last ditch attempt to cut the tension.

"No." It was the most the unit chief had said in the half an hour ride back to the BAU, the answer was final with no room for further inquiry.

The case they had recieved had been a bust and only a half an hour away. Before they had even arrived at their destination the local police had caught the man. The police had asked if the man had fit the profile, and was pleased when the agents had concluded that yes, the man had fit the descripition of what they should look for.

It was obvious to the rest of the team that Hotch was in a bad mood. So while Morgan, Gideon, JJ, and Elle all packed into one car, it was Spencer that got stuck in the other car with the only other available person.

Reid could see the other standard issue black FBI SUV 100 yards ahead, but only barely. The rain was coming down hard and relentlessly, with no sign of stopping anytime soon. The rain and the slick road had prolonged the ride, and Reid could almost feel the others laughing at his misfortune.

The car stopped suddenly snapping Reid out of his thoughts. Hotch cursed loudly at the red light. Morgan and the team had missed the red light and were cruising ahead before landing out of view. Again, he could feel them laughing at him. The light didn't last long and Hotch slammed on the gas.

Flying Glass

Crushing Metal

Screeching Tires

The first impact hadn't knocked him unconscious. He felt the impact, the glass from his passenger side tearing at his skin. He didn't feel the pain, but he felt the car moving, getting pushed. He felt the second impact this time from in front. Did another car hit us? He felt sick first. He sucked in an involuntary gasp. He had forgot to breathe. Then the pain, mind numbing spine tingling pain. He could feel each peice of glass inbedded into his skin. Each scrape and bruise he could feel. Every broken bone. He was going to die here, surely someone in this much pain could not live. At the moment he didn't care, he just wanted the pain to stop.

" 'eid" He felt someone touch his arm. He tried to look up, he really did. He tried to lift his head up, only to last a few seconds before it fell down to its original place, chin to chest.

The voice came again, more forceful this time. Like a Drill Sergeant. "Reid!" Someone was calling him. As the pain escalated, his senses became more focused. Sounds came into focus, he could here the worried screams of people the sound of work boots hitting the cement. Someone was could smell hot metal, blood. Lots of blood. Blood. Hotch!

" 'o'ch" The name came out garbled, as the metallic taste filled his mouth. Now he could taste blood. That's not good.

"Reid, hold on. Its me, its Hotch. You're going to be OK." Hotchs voice was laced in pain. He shouldn't be worring about me. He's hurt too.

The voices were coming in a funnel sometimes loud sometimes too soft to hear. Everything was funnel, everything except the pain. The pain was intensifying. Clouding his already dark vision. He just wanted to sleep.

"Someone should have rode with Hotch and Reid." Agent Elle Greenwood stated, looking back at the SUV that was trailing them.

"Why? Hotch will get over it. We shouldn't all have to suffer."

"It isn't Hotch I'm worried about Morgan."

"Who? Reid? He can take care of himself." Agent Morgan replied as he increased the speed of the SUV, surpassing the yellow light just before turning red. Looking out the rearveiw mirror, he pulled to the side of the road. Best not to let Hotch out of your sight when he has a hostage in the passenger seat. He laughed to himself, he has the best jokes. To bad no one else thinks so.

Everyone turned their heads to the other car. Waiting until the light turned so they could continue their ride back home.

"Oh Shit!" Morgan was the first to react to the sight of the 18 wheeler crashing into the car that held two of the people he considered family. His little brother, his father.

Before the rest of the team reacted, Morgan was out the door into the rain. He ran toward the car as it was pushed down the block, to fast for anyone to make aware. He watched as a white van crashed into the front of the SUV. He might have had to watch that, but he was not going to watch his family die.

Reid had gone completely still, Hotch was panicking. He was not going to watch him die. He had to do something.

"Hotch, stop moving" Elle ordered. Both her hands were wrapped around his neck, an effort to keep his neck and head in place to prevent further injury. But he wasn't making her job any easier. "Where's the damn ambulance!" She shouted hoping to be heard above the rain and external noises.

Gideon and Morgan were in the back seat, the only place from which they could successfully get to Reid.

"How are they supposed to get him out safely, the entire right side is crushed."

"They'll get him out, Morgan." Gideon replied, his voice calm. He applied more pressure to the open wound a large piece of glass had caused in Reids abdominal region. "Just keep his head steady."

The truth was that Gideon was not calm, inside he screamed and yelled and begged whatever god was up there that his young colleague would live to see another day.

His sighed a breathe of relief when he heard the sirens approaching.

"You hear that Reid, that's help. They're coming to help. You're going to be fine."

Just a little plot bunny that I had to write.

Its short because I have no idea if anyone else would like it so I figured a do a little prologue of sorts.

If I get enough reviews I will continue. If not thats ok too. I don't mean it as a threat but If no one likes it then why should I continue?

So let me know whatcha think.