“Reid come on, you’re with us”
Emily moved aside for the younger man on the elevator. Smiling to herself, she
knew they looked a sight, a patient in her bed a gawky young man, the serious
brunette in the dark suit and the sunshine haired tech analyst wearing her
usual technicolor rainbow. “Yeah we won’t draw any attention,’ she mumbled
under her breath.

Korsak met them on the sixth floor.  He still wasn’t happy about the idea but had
to admit that it did make sense and of course it had to be Jane to suggest it.

“Are we set?” Emily asked

“Yeah we’re set, come on, the Doc had them bring in a couple
of extra chairs.  They still only want
one person per patient in there and no stressing Jane out.” Korsak’s voice
hardened at the end.  Jane was like a
daughter to him and he was determined to protect her where he could.

Placing on hand on his shoulder, Emily squeezed, “we know
Korsak, its okay.” They all cared for Jane even given the short time they’d
known each other, but when people bleed together, you tend to become family.

Maura stood up when they brought the bed in and smiled at
JJ.  She waited until they had all set up
and connected to her monitors again before approaching her.  They stared at each for a few seconds until
Maura leaned in carefully to give JJ a hug.

JJ clung to her, she was silently thanking Jane and Maura
was thanking her.

“How are you?” Maura said softly

“Have definitely been better…how is she?” she said indicating
Jane.

“Sleeping right now, not out of danger yet, but…” Maura’s
voice was tired.  JJ reached for her hand
and squeezed it.

“I owe her Maura, so much…I just…”

“It’s okay JJ, I know, its who she is.” Maura stepped back
realizing that there was someone else in the room, “Penelope?”

Stepping forward Garcia enveloped Maura in a hug and took a
step back, “why you’re tiny! You looked bigger in my vid screen”  the smile in her words was enough to put a
smile on Maura’s face.

“Now that’s better, all this sadness and angst, no mas I
say…do you hear me ladies, positive thoughts and positive actions,” looking
over at Jane, “we need to get my little cannoli healthy again.” Smiling at them
both she saw Maura’s confused look, “what my sweet?”