The world's not falling apart because of me... [OTA; multiple threads welcome]

[savesherself]

[Sort of wibbly-dated to whenever the rescue groups got back. ...wibbly-dated is totally a valid term.]

With most of the rescue parties in the barracks and probably on their way to a well-deserved rest, the Doctor has managed to get the stream to himself... and he's glad for that. Cross-legged by the edge of the water, he's trying to clean the

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[didntblink]

He expected as much after everything she did - after everything Doyle did to her. And he was still alive, out there, somewhere. He had gotten past the road blocks in DC, and Hotch had little doubt he was already on his way out of Boston. He wasn't there, with them now, as far as Hotch knew. Honestly with everyone that had been taken, he would not have been surprised if the UnSubs had managed to get a drop on Doyle as well, especially if he had been vulnerable

[didntblink]

Reid was worth waking up for, if he came in. It was good to see people he knew, and besides, if someone stepped in, even Emily, he was going to wake instantly, at the least. He was a relatively light sleeper the last year, anyway. But being in a strange place wasn't going to help it. And someone had his blood, which was distinctly not a pleasant feeling. Given the world, here at least, contained werewolves and other such things, he didn't know what was going to happen with it.

But he was exhausted, and the bed looked more inviting then than a five star hotel ever had. But he still wasn't undressing. He didn't have pajamas, and if anything happened on short notice, he needed to be dressed. "Thank you, Emily," he looked at her again, quite hoping she hadn't been an illusion brought on by sleep deprivation. That would be simply cruel.