A/N: Yay! Another story! Another story about Morgan! I have to admit, I'm rather mean to Morgan... but he's awesome so he can take it. :D I am still going with my other story as well so don't worry but I had this idea so yeah... Here it is! Enjoy! oh and review!!!
Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal minds.... If only...
The stench was almost too much for him as he stumbled down the alleyway. Rubbish scattered the ground as he leant heavily against a dumpster. As he fought to stay conscious he saw an open door. He could hear the busy sounds of a restaurant kitchen. He made his way over there, holding his side and trying to ignore the blood that ran down his face. He knew some of it wasn't his but the more he tried to concentrate on whose it was, the less he could remember about anything. He fell to his knees at the entrance to the kitchen, his vision blurring, the blessed darkness drawing him in. As he collapsed onto the floor and people began running around, ringing for an ambulance, his last thoughts were of a women's face. She was smiling and he knew it was at him. She had blond hair that had streaks of green in it. Her hair was pulled into two messy pigtails at the base of her head. She was wearing glasses, red ones that seemed to make her smile even more beautiful.
"Baby Girl…" he whispered before his hold on the world was lost.