"Put the gun down."
The tension in the room made it hard to breath. Baited breath, terrified eyes, pounding hearts. Prentiss was hid in the doorway, biting down on her lip so hard that she could taste blood. Morgan stood before the UnSub, empty hands high in the air, with Reid in the same position just behind him. The UnSub clutched a gun, pointing it at the agents. Specifically at Morgan.
"Put the gun down," Morgan repeated, "And come with us. We can help you."
The UnSub shook his head fast, his long, matted hair flying around his sweaty face. He clutched his gun harder, his finger pressing deeper on the trigger.
"Y-you... Y-you're lying to... m-me." He whispered.
Morgan shook his head. "Come on," He took a step forwards, letting down his hands, "Easy now."
"No!" The UnSub screamed.
Morgan gasped, an explosion pounded the room, and there was a yell as somebody was hit.
It was quiet for a moment. Nobody dared move. Then, slowly, reality came flooding back. Along with sickening realisation.
"Spencer!" Morgan yelled.
The young agents body was slumped on the floor, at Morgan's feet. His eyes were closed, his skin pale, his body limp.
"He jumped the bullet for me." Morgan muttered to himself in shock.
Suddenly, Prentiss came flying into the room. She grabbed the UnSub, who had also fallen to the ground, shaking with sobs. She screamed her words at him as she fixed the handcuffs around his shaking wrists. Then, panting, she dragged him out of the room. Before she left, she turned to Morgan.
"Phone an ambulence!" She ordered.
Morgan quickly nodded and fished out his cell phone, still reeling with shock.
And fear.
***
Morgan sat in the chair beside Reid's hospital bed, his head bowed, his hands folded on the top of his head. He couldn't bear to look up, he knew what he'd see.
Spencer Reid, lay in a hospital bed, skin so pale it was almost translucent, his eyes tight shut, his chest barely rising with breath. Fallen, broken, hurting.
And it was all Morgan's fault.
"You called me Spencer."
His voice was croaky, barely there. But a voice all the same.
"Reid." Morgan's head snapped up.
"Morgan?" Reid whispered.
His eyes were half open, it looked as if it was causing him great trouble to try and open them fully. His head was tipped back, like he was trying to lift his neck.
"Don't move. You need to rest." Morgan said, gently pushing Reid back down.
"You called me Spencer, why?" Reid asked, allowing Morgan to move him.
"I... I don't know," Morgan said quietly, he sighed, "You jumped the bullet for me, why?"
Reid made a sound that sounded like a short laugh. "I wasn't going to let you get hit." He replied, his voice sounding a little clearer.
"You're an idiot." Morgan said.
"Can I have some Jell-O?" Reid asked.
Morgan rolled his eyes. "Sure, kid. Be right back." He stood up, and went to leave.
Before he went, he turned to stare at Reid again.
Reid cared about Morgan. Enough to risk his life.
He owed him a lot more than Jell-O.