AN: A little one-shot centered around JJ and Morgan for a prompt that I wrote for a long time ago. Hopefully this won't end up being too much like a few of the episodes (from a Morgan stand-point, anyway). It is called "Crisis." *DISCLAIMER* I do not own Criminal Minds.

Morgan didn't even take the timeto hang up before hurling the cell phone across the room. His fists pounded against his desk. It was the only way to work out the rage, the raw emotion that coursed through his veins. After all, there wasn't a snowball's chance in hell that he would cry in public, so hitting something would have to suffice. His hands, which should be stinging, felt as numb as the rest of his body, completely shocked by the news he had just received. He didn't even notice JJ as she entered the room and picked up the phone, which miraculously was still in one piece.

"Morgan," she asked, concern swelling out of her sparkling blue eyes, "Derek, what's wrong?"

"It's Emily," he mumbled, just now coming to grips with it. JJ's expression shifted from concerned to bewildered.

"What do you mean," she pressed, "What happened?"

"She was shot. She's in the ICU, she's-" He trailed off. He could hardly think, not to mention try to finish a sentence.

"Derek," JJ said as calmly as possible, "What's her condition?"

"Sh...," Morgan stuttered, "She's... God, she's critical, JJ." Tears sprang to his eyes, which only fueled his boiling anger. In his fury, he slammed his hands against his desk again, palms open this time. He swept his palms across it, sending case files flying to the floor.

"Derek," JJ shouted. He stopped and focused on her, so she lowered her voice again. "Look, I know you're upset. Trust me, you aren't the only one here that cares about Emily. We all do. But losing your temper isn't going to help her. Take a deep breath; it'll help you think clearly."

He tried, but the breath forced out the tears. Silent, one at a time. He noticed that JJ had a few of her own, which provided the slightest of comforts. A throbbing pain began to come back. He looked down at the cast that protected the ankle that he had shattered a week ago while apprehending a particularly violent suspect. As the aching returned, a new pain emerged that hadn't been there before. This new pain was the unique feeling of guilt.

"Dammit, JJ," he said with a steadier tone than before, "I should have been out there. I should have been the one taking the bullet. That's my job, not hers."

"And you think that would be better? Then you'd be in the hospital and she'd be the one having this discussion with me. Is that what you want?"

"Well, no, but this shouldn't be happening to her..."

"It shouldn't happen to anyone, Derek," JJ said, looking him dead in the eyes, "But it does. Blaming yourself isn't going to help her, or anyone for that matter. This wasn't your fault... What the hell are we doing here, anyway? We aren't doing any good here. We need to get down to that hospital and be there for her. Go ahead and get down to the SUV, I'll grab Garcia and drive us there."

Officially brought back to the real world, Morgan nodded as he reached for his crutches. However, there was a gleam of uncertainty in his eye at the thought of JJ driving them.

"Ok," he said, "But it's my left ankle that's broken. I can still drive."

"You'll sit in the passenger seat or in the back with Garcia and not make one snide comment about my driving. Got it?"

"Yes, ma'am," he answered, clearly noting her no-nonsense tone. With that, he staggered out of his office, glad to have friends like Jennifer Jareau.

AN: Thoughts? Suggestions? Little of both? Feel free to review!