Derek Morgan threw himself back onto his bed, it had been a hell of a day and he was exhausted mentally as well as physically. He didn't trust most religious figures. They had let him down when it was most important,. So he'd done his utmost to keep and open clear mind, even when it was screamingly obvious that something was wrong. The case was over, and Emily could begin to heal.
He couldn't sleep. He was exhausted. His body ached.
The words Emily's friend had yelled out to him as he dragged the priest from the room kept replaying in his head.
"Don't help them, they didn't help you when you were a boy!"
He didn't believe in demons.
Evil was a choice people made.
HOW did a man he'd never met before know about his childhood? Emily would never have shared that information. None of his co-workers.. Friends would have.
Did they make a mistake? Was there a demon inhabiting the young man they'd saved this evening? Would they or some other innocent pay for them stopping the exorcism?
He reached out to the nightstand for his cell phone. Looking at the display he rubbed his knuckles over his forehead.
He couldn't call and ask Garcia to keep a watch on Emily's friend. She'd probably do it for him, but how could he explain it?
"You see the thing is… Well I think.. Maybe he really was possessed? He might be a demon? I'm scared out of my mind and it doesn't make a damn bit of sense?"
Nope.. That wasn't a conversation he wanted to have.
Evil was a choice? Wasn't it?
There isn't any such thing as demons.