Hello! Before you start reading, I just wanted to let you know that this is a sequel to my previous Hotch/Prentiss fanfic called "You Deserve Love", so if you haven't read that yet, please go read it! If you have read it, than thank you, and I hope you enjoy the next story, "I Give You My Love"!
Morgan stepped out of the SUV and into the hospital parking lot. He felt a pit inside his stomach forming as he thought about who was inside. He had just come back from dropping off the man that had caused all of the agony the past few days had contained. He was the man that hurt Emily Prentiss. The man that may have messed up Hotch in ways that he could never know. The man that killed ten people, eleven including himself.
But he was dead now. And the team could start over.
He walked around the back of the car and opened the trunk. He grabbed a black bag and a small bouquet of flowers he had picked up on the way there. As he closed the back of the car he let out a sigh that was partly relief, and partly a way to prepare himself to see her. He had only seen her for a minute in the basement; he was mostly focused on calming the thrashing Hotch down.
He walked in to the entrance of the hospital and went up to the receptionist, still biting on the pencil.
"Hello, I'm here to see Emily Prentiss."
"Well, ain't she popular? 308."
"Thanks."
Morgan walked down the 300 hallway and saw two familiar faces outside the door. Rossi and Reid looked at him, ragged and run- down.
"Hey guys, how is she?"
Reid looked at him.
"Five broken ribs, a broken arm, severe bruising, a small concussion, and a sprained neck muscle and ankle."
"Dear God… and Hotch?"
"Just some bruising on his ankles and wrists."
Rossi chimed in.
"Most of his damage is up here", he tapped his head, then leaned further back in the chair, "and here", then he tapped his heart.
Morgan looked a bit confused, as did Reid. Morgan shrugged and stepped toward the door, placing a hand on the door knob.
"Only one person can be in there at a time."
"Hotch is in there now? Isn't it a little soon?"
"Is it ever too soon?"
"Whatever, I'm going in."
Morgan proceeded to turn the door knob, and look inside. Emily Prentiss was lying there with a frail and broken, with a pale hand on Hotch's who was sitting in a chair next to her. They were both staring at each other with smiles that Morgan was once nervous he would never see again. They broke their gaze and looked at Morgan. Emily, again was the first to break the silence.
"Hey Morgan."
She was glowing.
"Hey princess, hey Hotch."
Hotch stood up and shook hands with Morgan.
"I'll let you have your time."
He was like a different person, not even compared to him when they found him in the basement, but he was a new person in general. As he left the room, Morgan turned his attention to Emily.
"How are you doing?" He leaned over and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
"I'm fine, really. Are those flowers?"
"Yeah, here, I'm just so happy that you are okay"
"Me too."
She gave a small chuckle and took the flowers, running the fingers of her unbroken arm over the soft petals.
"You're so sweet, Morgan."
"You deserve it, but I know someone else that wants to see you."
He took the black bag off his shoulder, and slid out a laptop that he opened and gently laid on Emily's lap. Garcia popped up on the screen with a large and uplifting smile.
"Hey Em! Are you okay? Are you hurting? Do you need anything? When are you coming back? I need to see you and give you a hug, but you know a small gentle one that won't hurt you. I miss you, I was so worried and-"
"Garcia! I miss you too, I'm fine. I'm going to be back as soon as I am cleared to fly, then I'll be staying at home for a while."
"Oh, well my dear I will miss you, but at least you'll be here. I can't deal with you guys being so far away."
"Soon Garcia, soon. It's good to hear your voice again, for a while there I thought I would never-"
"No! Don't talk like that! You're going to make me cry."
"I'm sorry, but really though."
"Aw, how much do I love you right now?"
All three of them smiled.
Outside the room, Reid and Rossi stared at Hotch who was staring off into the distance and smiling.
Smiling?
Rossi's cell phone rang, it was Strauss. Rossi rolled his eyes and looked at the rest of the team, then answered.
"I need to know the conditions of Agent Emily Prentiss and Agent Hotchner."
"Erin, I know you're mad, but-"
"Their conditions Dave!"
"Prentiss is the worst, she have a few broken ribs and a broken arm, a sprained neck and ankle, and a small concussion."
She sighed, "and Hotchner?"
"Would you like to talk to him yourself?"
"I actually would love to Dave."
He stuck out his hand and gave the phone to Aaron. The smile quickly diminished as the agent realized who he was talking to.
"Agent Hotchner, have you realized that in your time of need, at a moment where you could have indeed been killed, along with agent Prentiss, your team failed to call me? They failed to let me know that two vital member of the BAU, and two members of the bureau were in the hands of a murderer! Is that what you encourage? Is that what you taught them?
"In the heat of the moment, they were focused on finding us and could not be bothered with distractions."
"Distractions? Is that what I am, Hotchner? A distraction?"
"I didn't mean to offend you, I was just saying that they had one thing on their minds, and that was protecting their team members."
"Well, Agent Prentiss is in the hospital with broken bones, a sprained neck, and a concussion! They did not do a very good job of protecting her now did they?"
She hung up, infuriated.