Wishing Well (Matt)

[Dr. Spencer Reid]

Reid had been in the hospital for several days now. Though unlike most stays in the hospital it wasn't all that bad. Every second that they could his friends were there with him. In fact Krys had barely left his side even to go to the bathroom. His team came and stayed with him for as long as they could before they were called off on another call. And even then Garcia found time every night around seven to come and see him, no matter what case the team was working on. And the rest of the team called him every day, some times even to get his opinion on a case. Even though the reason Reid was in the hospital was for drug abuse Hotch had made it perfectly clear that he was still welcome in the unit, and if Strauss or anyone else tried to say other wise they Hotch would make it her personal point to make sure they reconsidered. The only think was he made the young genius promise that he would go to a therapist every week and talk. Compared to what could have happened to him Reid figured it was a good trade off and accepted it right away, even if he didn't think he was going to need counseling now, not since he was finally with Krys again.

The team promised to come and see him when they were back from their last case. But as it turned out by then he would be checked out. The doctors wanted him to stay one more night for observation, but then he could finally go home. And Reid was absolutely ecstatic about it. He was little scared, though. He and Garcia had been working on his big night with Krys, the date that he had asked her on days before. They were ready, but Reid still couldn't help but be nervous about it. He wasn't really the kind of guy that shined when he was out with a girl, even if that girl was only Krys. Actually that made it a little worse because he cared so much for her that it kind of scared him. Even though he knew that she wouldn't laugh at him, and if she did it would be in a loving way.

What was even more scary was what he was about to do. Matt, Kate, and Hayley had been to see him in the hospital as well. Matt didn't seem to thrilled with him, like always, but there was something else. A light in his eyes when he saw Reid and Krys together. That still didn't make this any easier. Spencer had called him earlier that day asking him to come by, that he wanted to talk to him about something. (The other man was staying in Washington until he was sure Krys was okay, even though she insisted that she was.) Luckily Krys had to go and do something that evening meaning him and Matt would be alone.

So Reid now sat in his room alone, the light for the window slowly growing darker with the sunset. Matt should he arriving any minute. Reid wished that he could have been dressed in something other than his pj's when the older man came. He felt so little laying in bed like this, even though he was still a little weak from the intense fever that had taken to him all those days. He wanted to see strong to Matt, and he just couldn't see it with in him bed.

[Matthew Grimaldi]

The past few months had been extremely rough on Agent Matthew Grimaldi. Krys' suicide attempt had the harshest affect on him, then there was Hayley's own troubles, plus Matthew's own secret battle, and then Spencer Reid ending up in the hospital. But now it seemed that things were evening out and 'kind of' getting better. Spencer was on the mend and Krys was back, a sight for sore eyes in Matt's opinion. So what if she was kissing Spencer? Okay, that bugged Matthew a bit, but not as much as he had expected. Still questions lingered. How could she possibly know that she loved him and vice versa? Maybe the drugs had gone to his head.

But things were changing. People were getting better, happier. The holiday season was approaching quickly and it was welcomed. And it seemed that not only were people's demeanors were changing, but also their boldness. Spencer could look him in the eye, he could stand his ground. Matthew found this impressive and even a bit offputting but that wasn't the end.: Now the boy wanted to see him.

This seemed horribly out of character. The past few run ins with Spencer Reid he had been a wreck. He was either nervous, scared, or drugged out on each separate occasion but now he was calling for him? Now he had arranged a meeting? How peculiar. Furthermore Krys Robin was back finalizing some paperwork involving a case Derek Morgan had dragged her into (something Matt would corner him about later), so Spencer would be facing him all on his own. Was the boy really that brave or that foolish?

Without another thought Matthew slid open the clear, plexi glass door and stepped inside. He know all too well what had transpired between his data analyst and the young man in the cot in front of him and truthfully he couldn't tell if he was happy or pissed off. And this troubled Matt because his feelings, on the outside, were always so hardened and black and white. Not this time.

His dark eyes studied the young man. "Dressed to impress I see." the agent announced in a quiet, yet curt voice referring to Spencer's pjs before his eyes then dared to wander, feigning disinterest. "You all on your own tonight kid? Really bored or something I figure." A half chuckle escaped his lips and he turned back to look at BAU's little pride and joy. What was he playing at. What was this?

[Dr. Spencer Reid]

Reid had been all ready for Matt to enter. He knew what he was going to say, and how he was going to say it. HE was ready, no matter how scared he really was on the inside he had been able to pull himself together enough to get this over with. He only had to say a few words. He had prepared a small speech, but it was no more than a few sentences. And after that he would have it all out, and then it would be up to Matt. And what ever his reaction was would come and Reid would take it, and maybe try and fight it, but he couldn't be sure what he would do when that time came. There was only so much composure he could have. Sure he dealt with Serial killers, but this was the scariest moment of his life.

When Matt walked through the doors, and made his sly comment Reid felt all his work go down the drain. He looked down at himself and wished he had pushed his friends more to bring him his cloths today, But everyone refused because they figured he would check himself out of the hospital early if he had something to wear. He felt so humiliated sitting in front of Matt like this, though the other man had seen him in worse, like the backless gown he had been forced to wear when he was infected when he virus.

Reid took several large breaths of air before he was ready to talk. Even then there was a hint of nervousness in his voice that he hadn't wanted Matt to hear. "No sir... I have something I want to talk to you about...." He turned to pull himself further up, making himself more level with the man. If he was going to do this he wanted to do it right. Maybe it was a little tacky but he knew that he had to do it no matter how uncomfortable it was for him. And Matt was the closest thing to a father that Krys had, even compared to her adoptive father who beat the crap out of her when she was young. Sure he was trying to make amends, but Matt had taken care of her since the moment he meet her, and that was all that it took.

Before Matt could say anything else to unnerve him any more Reid went into his planed speech. "Sir... I... I love Krys... And I think I have since the moment I meet her." As he started to talk he found the words come out easier. He was speaking for his heart, what he really felt. "I think you knew before I did. Before Krys did. And I do know that Krys loves me the same as I do her. She wrote me a letter... When she left." Reid picked the letter up off of the night stand and held it out to Matt to read. As far as he knew the other agent had never seen what Krys had written, Reid hadn't even shown the members of his team until a few days ago. The letter read:

Spence,
I'm sorry. I don't know what happened. I don't know what's going to happen. You're so smart, I wish I could ask you, but something tells me you might not have an answer either.

I was scared. About everything. I don't understand. I know how I feel but I have no idea what's going on in that head of yours. I just can't... Figure it out. I wish I could. I usually can tell when you're happy, or scared, or excited and I love that about you. About us. I love making you feel things (at least I think I do, I don't want to sound egotistical in stating that). I'm confused. I keep thinking that you've said or done something, but given all that has happened I keep thinking that it's all in my head... You know?

I do know one thing. I do know how I feel about you... I think. I don't know. I don't know anything. I'm just writing in circles now.

Don't try and find me. I want you to be happy. I want you to keep helping people like you helped me. I want you to... find someone to make you happy... Even if that person can't be me.

I'm going to write out instructions for when you find that special someone:
To Spence's next.... To Spence's... To Spencer's wife,
-Be kind.
-Be understanding.
-Be patient.
-Make sure he sleeps.
-Make him do things that he never thought that he could.
-Make him stop once in a while and just... Be.
-Keep his hands warm. They get cold easily.
-Don't let him drink too much coffee. It'll eat out his insides.
-Keep him out of trouble. Somehow he finds it or vice versa.
-Make sure his hair is out of his face. Sometimes he likes to hide behind it.
-Make him laugh.
-Study up on your facts. He likes to be challenged.
-Don't let him win all of the time. Only sometimes.
-Please notice how his cheeks turn bright pink when you tease him.
-Kiss those cheeks, even when they aren't pink.
-When he's sad, hold his hand or give him a hug... Even if you're scared.
-Give him all that you can, and hope that he understands, because he constantly gives all that he can.
-Watch him when he sleeps. It's one of those simple things you learn to appreciate.
-Take care of him for me.

I'll leave this letter here. I hope that it finds you.

Love,
Krys Robin

As Matt looked over the letter Reid continued to talk. "I plan on giving the letter back to her...." His words trailed off. He wasn't sure if Matt would at first understand what he was saying. He couldn't go on for a few moments though. When his voice finally started to work again he said, "Sir, your the closest thing Krys has got to a Father. I want to marry her...." His voice was chocked out by a sob of happiness. "I want your permission to ask her first.... If you say Yes.... then tomorrow on the date I have planed I'm... I'm going to ask her.... But if you don't want me to.... If you don't think I'm right for her then... then I wont. I respected what you think. You've always watched over her and if you will let me I'd like to watch over her as well...."

[Krys Robin]

Matt stood there in Spencer's hospital room initialy stone faced. He blarely flinched or cringed. A wrinkle never even touched his face to display any sort of emotion other than mild displeasure: a usual for him especially when in contact with the BAU's poor boy genius. It was clear that Matthew always held the cards on the young man who, despite his intelligence, was one upped in the strength, years, and stubbornness category. At least until this day, which Matthew Grimaldi didn't even know about yet. He was about to be completely blindsighted.

Matt's dark eyes carefully surveyed the young man who seemed to have even more color drained from his face by his presence. A little 'evil' part of Matthew was glad and proud of this because it meant if he said an order the young man would follow (usually). This wasn't because Matt was a bad guy, or evil, he was just a stubborn southern man who was protective of his friends, family, and teammates. Some more than others. Unfortunately Spencer Reid chose to fall in love with the 'some'.

Though Spencer tried his best to look presentable Matt appeared unaffected instead choosing to make another comment with a soft chuckle. "Everytime I see you you're in one of these beds. Lets not make this a regular thing, hm?" He teased lightly though didn't look at the young man when he spoke the words instead choosing to walk toward the large plexi glass on the wall and peer out of it. Anything but to look at the man who had kissed Krys Robin. In this moment Matthew definitely felt like a protective father. He wasn't sure if he liked it or absolutely loathed it.

Spencer wanted to talk to him? "Oh?" His brow quirked and was mirrored back in the plexi glass and finally he turned around but managed to take his sweet time while doing so. "And that is?.." That's when Spencer dropped the bomb right on him and Matt felt it explode. So it wasn't enough that he loved her he now had the concept in his mind that he wanted to marry her?! This came out of nowhere and Matt, for a few seconds, was surprisingly speechless. He had to clear his throat before speaking again.

He couldn't even feel the letter that had been put in his hands. "You what?" His mouth was dry and he tried to swallow to fix the problem and his dazed eyes moved down to the letter, reading it's contents. Well, it was Krys' handwriting and furthermore the words were more eloquent than he had been expecting. His eyes then fell upon Spencer, in a fog he finally managed to harden his gaze which had momentarily gone into softened shock.

"How the heck do you expect to watch over her then?" He couldn't help but be cold, but maybe it was a test. "If ya keep endin' up in here."

[Dr. Spencer Reid]

Reid watched Matt closely. His eyes watching every change in the man. He wanted to know what he thought. This was something big. And he did have to admit it was kind of out there. Who would have thought the quiet genius would have been asking for Matt's permission to marry Krys. Reid knew that Matt had never been a fan of Reid. Had seen him as weak. Even after he saved Kate's life when their plane crashed. But even then Reid could see why. Matt didn't know all of who Reid was. Only the weak skinny outside. The obvious genius in him. But he could take care of Krys. He was a lot stronger than you would think. He could handle a lot more than anyone would think.

Sure Matt's response wasn't exactly what Reid wanted. But then he couldn't have really been thinking that after all that he had gone through to hate Reid that he would suddenly be in favor of the idea and say yes right away. It would have been nice, but you had to admit it was a long shot reaction. "I'd like to marry her, Agent Grimaldi." He repeated, though he knew that Matt had heard him, and understood what he was asking. It was a lot to take in, especially when it was to a woman that had been through so much, and Matt saw as needing to be protected all the time, because of her pained past.

"No offense, sir." Reid replied to Matt's comment. Sure he didn't seem like the kind of guy that could take care of some one but he knew differently. "But I think I'll be good at keeping her safe. Being in the hospital comes with my job. As it does with your's." He said knowing very well that this time he was in the hospital because of something far from his work. He just hoped that that subject wouldn't come up. He wasn't sure he wanted to share that story with Matt. "And, anyway, Krys doesn't need to be watched over. She can take care of herself better than any of us." He said knowing that he was probably hitting some nerves but these things needed to be said, and Spencer needed to stop being afraid of Matthew.

[Matthew Grimaldi]

As if to make it first Spencer Reid grew a pair of balls and made the comment again. He wanted to marry Krys Robin. Matthew felt his chest tense up and he swayed a bit on the flats of his feet as if searching for a more comfortable stance only none came to his aid. No, it seemed like he was stuck feeling this crappy because of two certain pains in the ass. One for each butt cheek. As if to avoid the topic, like he had a choice, he gave a grunt and turned away again but the intelligent young man would not let up.

Sure this young kid was smart but that didn't mean that he knew everything: especially as far as Krys was concerned. Matt knew most of it: he handled the file he saw her up close since she was 16. "Yet you've managed to land yourself in a hospital robe far more often than I." Matthew noted. The comment had been cold, even scathing, he realized this but he was on the defense and his protective nature was taking over. Even so, instantly he felt guilty for what he had shot at the young man whom was showing him the unnecessary courtesy of asking for his permission when he didn't need it.

"Kid. You're smart. I get that. But that doesn't mean that you know everything. There is plenty that you don't know." The agent shook his head, for once looking at Spencer like an equal. "It's not easy. It only gets harder." Just because this boy had a strain in his groin he didn't need to marry her. Why marry her? Why couldn't he just go away? Deep down Agent Grimaldi knew why. Spencer loved Krys. End of story.

Matt felt his tongue poke the inside of his cheek and, shaking his head, handed Spencer back the letter. "Here." Last thing he wanted was to hold onto something like that, something sad.