If he was going to use first names, Reid was too. He smiled, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees.

"Hey, David. The doctors said that you'll be okay." He let out a small chuckle. It was less from humor than it was from sheer relief. "And the team is going to kill you when they find out you didn't mention your stalker to anyone. Fair warning."

It was so strange to see Rossi on the hospital bed. Reid was used to being the one lying out after getting shot or sick--not worrying over a teammate doing the same.