Here you go, Tina! I told you I had another Reid/Maggie story and this chapter has the scene you requested. Hope you enjoy!-J

Spencer was sitting in the bullpen of the BAU wrapping up some paperwork from a recent case when his phone rang.

"Reid…What?...But what happened?...I'll be right there…Thank you for calling."

He could barely think straight. Hotch, he should talk to Hotch. Up the stairs to his superior's office he nearly ran. He was out of breath when he reached the door which was open. Hotch looked up to see his youngest team member pale, wild-eyed and breathing hard.

"Reid, are you okay?"

Spencer cautiously took a step into Hotch's office.

"Yes, no…yes, I mean, I just got a call and Maggie was taken to the hospital. I don't know what's wrong but…"

His voice trailed away as he imagined the worst.

"Reid, just go. And give us a call to let us know how she is. You know we are all quite fond of her."

Reid nods and walks away.

The drive to Williamsburg was excruciating. There had been no details offered to him. He went over and over the brief phone conversation in his head just looking for any clue that he could find. Damned eidetic memory anyway.

"Reid."

"Dr. Reid? This is Leslie, Dr. James' T.A. She was just taken to the hospital by ambulance."

"What?"

"She doubled over and there was blood and she collapsed and I called 911."

"But what happened?"

"I don't know. I just knew she'd want someone to call you."

"I'll be right there."

"I didn't know what else to do."

"Thank you for calling."

She doubled over. That could be appendicitis or, well, a lot of things. And there was blood but how much and where was it coming from? Was she wounded? There just wasn't enough information for him to even hazard a guess at what might be wrong. What if—no he couldn't even allow that sort of thought. She would be fine. She had to be fine. Spencer chose to put the call out of his mind and think instead of the last time they had been together. He had just returned from a case in Providence.

Spencer walked up to the front door of Maggie's house but before he could put the key in the lock, the door flew open to reveal a glowing smile and glittering green eyes.

"My knight returns. I trust your quest was a success."

"It was. I wish things had turned out a little differently but all in all, it was a good outcome."

Maggie pulled him in and removed his jacket sitting him down on the couch. She then plopped down next to him with one foot tucked up under her. Resting one arm on the back of the couch and tucking that hand under her chin, she just looked at him. She didn't have to say anything; he knew she was waiting for him to fill her in on the case. So he began.

"Well we started with what we believed was a threat of violence against the student body of a preschool. If that had truly been the unsub's intent, this could have gotten very ugly."

"It wasn't?"

"No our profile was about as off as it could be. Funny, I remember Gideon saying that a profile was, at best just an educated guess. I thought he was just frustrated but he was right. We're usually not that far off the mark."

"I'm sure it wasn't that bad."

"Remember I called and asked if you'd be angry if I had to flirt with someone?"

"Yes, did you have to?"

Spencer nodded.

"But that's not even the point. I went to question her about an ex-boyfriend who fit our profile and it turned out that she was the unsub."

"You didn't go alone, did you?"

Again Spencer nodded with a look of guilt.

"Oh not the puppy face Spencer. You think that what you are going to say next will upset me."

"You really could be a profiler, Maggie."

"Only if all of the unsubs were you. Now what is it you don't want to tell me?"

"Well she sort of drugged me."

"Did she hurt you?"

Ever since the events in Ohio and the admission Spencer had made to her about his drug problem and its origins, she was terrified of him being taken by the monsters he and his colleagues hunted.

"No, I was merely a tool to get the rest of the agents there so she could commit suicide by cop."

"Good because if she laid a hand on you, her death wouldn't stop me. I'd make her afterlife miserable."

Spencer laughed at the image but knew his story wasn't over.

"What aren't you telling me?"

"She had me tied up and I guess the others were right about her crush because she kissed me. I didn't kiss her back though. I'm sorry, Maggie."

"Are you apologizing for not taking someone with you to have your back because I am not sure how good I am with that. I may not want to accept that apology. If you are apologizing for being so irresistibly handsome that she couldn't keep her lips off of yours, then there is no need. You can't help being beautiful."

Spencer was pulled from his memory by the realization that the hospital was right in front of him. He got out of his car and began the agonizing walk to the building. He was overcome by a feeling of dread that made his legs feel as if they weighed a thousand pounds each. His heart thudded loudly beneath his ribcage. At long last he reached a reception desk.

"I'm looking for Margaret James. She was brought by ambulance earlier."

He had a hard time choking out the words. Every second spent by the young woman behind the desk looking for Maggie was an eternity of worry that she wasn't with him anymore. He tried to call up every memory of every minute with Maggie and hoped they'd be enough to last the rest of his life.

"Room 325, it looks like she just came out of surgery."