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The explosion is loud, but it’s the silence that follows that is deafening. Reid holds his breath, heart racing now after skipping a beat (or maybe five), and clutches the edge of the table so tightly his knuckles turn white. Garcia’s sitting next to him; she stares at the computer screen, eyes wide and already filled with tears.
“Derek, you better tell me you’re alive; I want to kill you myself.” Her voice is thick with worry.
If he hadn’t got shot, Reid thinks, he would have been there, he could have done something, he could—
“I’m alive.”
—and just like that, Reid’s world starts spinning again.