Title: All or Nothing
Rating: PG-13 For the most part.
Pairing: Morgan and Garcia
Genre: Hurt/Comfort/Friendship. Romance in later chapters.
Summary: With the team on stand-down for a month following Hotch's shooting, Morgan decides to head home to Chicago in a long overdue attempt to clear his head. A worried Garcia ends up following him there. What will happen before that month is up? What will happen when it is?
A/N: Wow I really haven't written much of anything since I wrapped up Oracle but then I remembered I'd started this and decided to start working on it again and to go ahead and put this first part out there because I already had it written. Let me know what you think because this could very well be my next M/G multi-chapter fic. Enjoy and as always review!
Prologue:
Special Agent Derek Morgan was completely unaware as he finished his second drink and headed to bed to attempt to some sleep that his boss, Aaron Hotchner, had just been shot in his own apartment 30 minutes across town. He also didn't have a clue that the man who had just shot his boss had laid Morgan's own credentials beside a bleeding Hotch and had warned his boss of what he was off to do next before leaving him there for dead.
Morgan remained unaware of this until an hour and a half later when a slight movement in his bedroom woke him out of his light slumber. Instinctively he rolled off his bed and attempted to reach for the second weapon he kept hidden under his night stand.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you, Derek," A voice then said.
"Foyet," Morgan then guess right away recognizing the man's familiar voice.
"Good job, Derek want to guess why I'm here while you're at it," Foyet responded.
"That's an easy one but I'm afraid you should've done it while you had the chance," Was Morgan's reply before he forgot about retrieving the weapon and instead dove directly at Foyet knocking the man to the ground.
A battle for control then ensued as the two men fought for the upper hand. It was at some point in the midst of this battle that Foyet informed Morgan that he was putting up more of a fight than his boss had.
"What the hell did you do," Morgan asked as he reversed their positions.
Foyet just laughed before shoving Morgan off of him before drawing his gun and firing. The bullet whizzed by Morgan's neck though as he dove out of its path. Stretching out he latched onto his own gun and turned before firing at Foyet twice.
"Derek," A female voice called out frantically after the last shot.
"In here," A breathless Morgan yelled back.
Moments later light flooded Morgan's room and there stood fellow agent and member of his BAU team, Emily Prentiss, "Are you alright?"
Morgan nodded and took a few deep breaths before asking, "Hotch?"
"Rossi's with him there on route to the hospital as we speak."
"So he's still alive," Morgan prodded.
"As far as I know he's still hanging in there," She informed him, "He apparently kept saying your name over and over because he knew Foyet was coming here next."
"Alright let's call this in and head to the hospital," He said.
Emily nodded this time already pulling out her phone to do just that.
30 minutes later at the hospital…
"Any news,' Morgan asked as he and Emily rushed over to Where Rossi and the rest of the team were gathered.
"He took two bullets to the chest," Rossi answered, "They're prepping him for surgery as we speak because one of the bullets is lodged in his lung."
Rossi then paused to let them take that news in before asking Morgan, "How are you, Hotch seemed to think he was coming after you next?"
"I'm good, we tussled, told him he should've done it while he still had the chance," Was Morgan's reply.
"As soon as I got there I heard gunshots," Emily added, "Thank God they were from Morgan's gun."
As Rossi nodded Morgan felt himself being embraced by his god-given solace, one Penelope Garcia
"I'm alright, baby girl," he reassured the curvy blonde over and over as he hugged her back just as tightly.
"Good because I couldn't take it if something had happened to you too," she murmured against his shoulder.
"Yeah well you don't have to worry about that and Hotch he's going to be just fine too," Morgan replied pulling back just so he could place a gentle kiss on top of her head.
Just then they all turned to see their boss being wheeled by. Morgan with Garcia still at his side moved quickly over to the older man so that Hotch could see that he was okay.
"Morgan," Hotch mouthed.
Morgan nodded and told his boss they'd all be waiting for him when he got out o surgery.
With that he and the team finally sat themselves down and barely an hour into the surgery Morgan found himself fighting off sleep and so with the encouragement of everyone he leaned his head down on Garcia's shoulder and did just that.
As he slept the rest of the team talked to pass the time. They were all still worried about Morgan as well as Hotch.