What’s your perfect day?
Imagine: Reid comforting you at the hospital while you recover.
Not my GIF.
Warning: Mentions of violence.
This case was more straight forward than most, but still with a twist. The son of a serial killer copying his fathers murders. Amos Crachet began hunting down all of the survivors children. He kept them for a few days, before putting them out of their misery. His last attempted victim had spirit. A little more than he bargained for. It bought them valuable time. When his door toppled over with the kick of Morgan’s foot revealed a violent scene.
Amos’s hands were crapped securely around Y/N’s throat. Her hands were clawing at his already marred face. She fought hard, but her strength and consciousness were waning. He wriggled his face away from her hands before slamming her head into the ground. That’s all that she remembered.
She woke up in a hospital. Bright lights. Bandages. People scurrying in the hallway. A constant hum of noise in the hospital. She certainly didn’t get away unscathed. Besides the trauma on her neck, her body was tired and in pain. She barely listened when the doctors rattled off her injuries to care.
Not long after she woke, members of the BAU came by for standard questioning.
It wasn’t the way she looked that Reid noticed immediately. It was how she glanced at the book peeking out of his bag. “What’re you reading?” She asked, craning her neck. He knew perfectly well, she was avoiding his questions. But he understood. Who really wants to relive these horrors.
“The Hobbit,” he said placing the paperwork on his lap and leaning forward.
She smiled and folded her hands in her lap.
“Is it your favorite?”
“Its one of them,” he nodded. “I like to reread it every few years. You have a favorite?” He said encouraging the distraction.
“To Kill a Mockingbird. I uh, had to read it in Jr. High. Sorta fell in love with it.”
Reid smiled and picked up the paperwork again. “Nothing wrong with a classic.”
After the questioning, Spencer slid his card over the table.
“If you remember anything or need me, give me a call. Anytime, okay?”
Spencer’s kept making excuses to go back to the hospital. Until he dropped the guise. He just wanted to make sure she was okay. She was easy to talk to. She put on no airs. Y/N loved asking Spencer Questions. Fun ones. “Ice Breaker Questions,” she called them.
“What 3 things would you bring to a desert island?”
“What super power would you want?”
“Do you believe in aliens?”
She loved challenging his logic with whimsy. Not that he minded. Even in the faded hospital ground and under the harsh lights, she still lit up the room.
And as the weeks past, her body began to heal. But dark circled started forming under her once bright eyes. The psychological effects of trauma were likely setting in.
His mind wasn’t ever far from, Y/N.
“Boy’s got it bad,” Garcia would squeal.
“Garcia, I enjoy her company. I’m not crossing any lines here, okay?”
“Reid, what line would you be crossing? If you’re interested, there’s nothing wrong with that.” JJ laughed.
Reid, growled playfully as he headed out the door. He forgets how insightful and observant his co-workers are.
As he reached his car, his phone vibrated in his pocket. He snatched it out quickly, and scrolled to his inbox.
“Don’t mean to bother you. But are you up? Can’t really sleep.”
Reid sighed and looked to the night sky and sighed. Glancing down, he typed a quick message. And quickly loaded into the car before taking off.
“Be right there.”
The hospital was quieter at night. Not so much hustle and bustle. It unnerved Y/N more than it comforted her. She heard the faint click of shoes. Not the normal tennis shes, the nurses wore.
She straightened up, moments before there was a gentle knock on the door.
He poked his head in with a gentle smile. He had a smile that could launch a thousand ships.
“You okay?,” He said on the edge of the bed unsurely.
Y/N nodded and swallowed hard.
“I know he’s dead and I’m safe. I just…Have nightmares that keep me up. I just feel like he’s gonna burst through that door any minute” She pulled the blanket up to her chin.
He scooted closer and placed a gentle, reassuring hand on her knee.
“You’re fears are understandable and valid. Post traumatic stress is common. And really, nothing to be ashamed about.”
She nodded carefully, and smiled at him.
“The nurses keep suggesting sleeping medicine. But on top of the pain medicines, I don’t want to be groggy all the time. I’m-I’m glad your here.”
“Well, you do need sleep. It’s a pretty critical part of the healing process.I’m glad to be here, really. Maybe I could help. My mom and I used to play this game at bedtime. We’d describe things. Like a perfect day. Things like that. We’d play when I couldn’t sleep or I had a bad day.”
She layed back and snuggled into the blankets.
“Close your eyes, Y/N,” He said as he lifted the blankets over her.
“What’s a perfect day to you?”
“Hmm, she mumbled.
“A day at the farmers market. I’d stop by Miriam’s Cafe. I’d order a tomato sandwhich and an ice green tea. I’d read out on the patio while all the people shopped. Watch the busker’s play their music,” she sighed.
“Sounds like a good day,” Reid laughed.
“Mhmm. It’s nice,” she agreed slowly. “Be better if I had someone to go with.”
“When you get released, maybe we would go together.”
Reid asked shakily as he glanced down at her. Her eyes were drooping, as he was losing her to sleep. He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and grabbed his bag.
Before he could get out of the door, he heard a faint reply.
“I’d really like that.”