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A/N: Hey everyone! So I finally got over my writers block and I hope you enjoy the end result! I really really really hope its not too similar to Superman and I'm trying hard to make it different…but anyways, enjoy!

Derek Morgan got into the SUV, grateful to sit. Something inside him was off…he couldn't put his finger on it, but something was defiantly not how it should be. There was a dull ache filling his lower abdomen, sometimes spreading to his lower back. He pulled a bottle of Aspirin out of the glove box and swallowed two as Hotch got in the drivers seat.

"Headache?" he asked, starting the SUV and pulling his seatbelt on.

"Yeah." Morgan said, replacing the bottle and then slamming the glove box shut. He didn't want to tell Hotch that he wasn't sure what was wrong because then Hotch would make him get it checked out. And although Derek didn't have anything against doctors, he wasn't one to go on his own will. Hotch pulled into traffic and Morgan closed his eyes, waiting for the Aspirins to take affect.

A few moments later, Hotch parked in the parking lot of the Oklahoma City Police Department. Morgan sighed as he gathered the strength to get out of the SUV. Walking to the door took even more effort than getting out of the SUV. Hotch held the door open for him, a concerned look in his eyes. Morgan met his gaze.

"I'll be fine. I just need the Aspirins to kick in."

Hotch didn't say anything but followed Morgan to the common area. He called the team together for a conference. As he was talking, Hotch noticed Morgan sitting in a chair, sometimes briefly closing his eyes. He took an educated guess that Derek was suffering from more than a headache and, given his current state, in a considerable amount of pain. But the agent had said he would be fine and Hotch was their leader, not their parent. If it didn't get better or got worse, then he might step in but for the time being, he would leave Derek be.

"JJ, I want to you set up a press conference for two, Rossi and Prentiss, I need you to go interview a witness. Garcia will tell you the address. Reid, I want you and Morgan to go over the note he left for us. See if you can figure out what it means."

With that, the team left the conference room. Derek smiled gratefully at Hotch—he knew that Hotch had let him stay here on purpose, but he was more grateful that Hotch hadn't said anything to anyone else. He could only imagine what would happen if JJ or Garcia knew he was in pain.

"Okay, Kid, where's the stuff?" Morgan asked Reid, trying to control his voice. Reid cocked his head.

"This way."

Reid headed for the doorway and Morgan stood up quickly, hoping that the fast movement would hurt less than the slow movement. Derek's breath hitched in his throat as his back was stricken with a searing pain. He swore he could actually feel someone pull a knife across his back, the pain was that intense. A small gasp had escaped his lips and it was enough to stop Reid.

"Are you okay?" Reid asked, seeing the pain written in Morgan's face.

"Yeah. Sorry, head rush." Morgan lied as the wave of pain passed and went back to being a dull ache again.

Reid looked at Morgan, not really believing his statement.

"Come on." Morgan pushed past Reid, ignoring the pain and hoping with all his heart that he was convincing Reid. If it wasn't it, the amount of pain the movement was putting him in would be worth nothing. Reid followed and, much to Derek's relief, didn't question anymore. Derek sat again, this time with less pain.

"The Aspirins are finally working." Morgan though with a sigh of relief. He began sorting through files, glad for the time being, his pain was somewhat controlled.

So…what do you think? Any idea with what's wrong with Agent Derek Morgan? Please review!