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"Ma, this is so not fair, you're cooking all his favorites."

"He's coming back once in a while and you're jealous, I'm cooking his favorites?"

"Leave it, Desiree." Sarah yelled from the living room. "You know Derek is still her baby boy."

"And he's still your big brother, so don't annoy him too much tonight." Fran warned.

"Oh, Ma, what a sister, I would be if I don't drive him crazy even a little bit?"

As they were talking, they heard the doorbell.

"I thought you said Derek is coming at 7, it's still early." Desiree said as she checked her watch.

"Maybe the case got wrapped up earlier."

"I will get it." Sarah bounced up from the sofa, running towards the door, eager to meet her brother.

Fran and Desiree too walked out the kitchen to get a glimpse of Derek.

"Oh My. Derek!" Sarah gasped when she saw Derek standing at the doorstep covered with blood. "What happened?"

"Don't worry, it's not mine." Derek whispered, before he walked in, leaving Sarah stunned at the door.

"Derek!" Fran gasped, followed by Desiree.

"Guys, I'm fine. It's not mine." Derek said before he walked upstairs. "I'm going to go up, clean myself."

"Ma, something is just not right." Sarah said, her face plastered with concerns.

"I know, but let me talk to him first, okay?"

Almost twenty minutes later, Derek walked back downstairs, straight to his couch, leaning against it before closing his eyes.

"Derek, honey …"

"Ma, I don't want to talk about it. Please, not now."

Fran couldn't help to get worried about the tone of her son's voice. She knew something was wrong.

"Okay, we don't have to talk about it right now. Is there anything I can get, sweetie?"

"Water would be nice."

"I will get it." Desiree volunteered.

Just when Desiree placed the glass of water on the table, there was another doorbell.

Desiree opened the door and surprised to see the person standing in front of her. "Agent Hotcher."

"I'm sorry to disturb." Hotch said before peeping inside. "This is really important." Hotch didn't wait for Desiree to move, to allow him to walk in. He pretty much walked himself inside.

"Agent Hotcher." Fran acknowledge, standing up and Morgan opened his eyes.

"What are you doing here?" Morgan asked, coldly.

"I had to ask Garcia to track down your phone to know where you are."

"Well, as you can see, I'm fine and I'm at home."

"Morgan, do you have any idea what just happened?"

"I have a pretty much good memory, Hotch."

"Then, what are you doing here?"

"Should I be somewhere else?"

"Morgan." Hotch was pissed. "Reid is in the hospital, fighting for his life and you're talking like you just don't care."

Hearing those words from Hotch, all the three women in the room gasped again.

"That was Dr. Reid's blood?" Sarah asked, with her hands against her mouth, shocked.

"What happened?" Fran asked.

Hotch was so into Morgan's unusual behavior that he almost forgot he had other people in the room, listening to their conversation. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Morgan. I almost forget that you guys are here. There was a shootout and Dr. Reid was shot."

"My God, is he going to be alright?" Desiree asked.

"I'm sure he will be fine, Des." Morgan answered. "He got what he deserves."

"Watch your words, Morgan!" Hotch raised his voice. "What is wrong with you?"

"What is wrong with me? I will tell you … If he had just listened to me, think rationally, he would still be here, instead on some hospital bed … again."

"Morgan, I get that you're angry. I'm too, but this is not the time."

"Then, when is the time, Hotch? You have no right to tell me what I should feel or what should I do."

"Look, I get that you hurt. He was shot right in front of you. You were holding him until the EMT's …"

"He's stopped breathing, there's so much blood, just coming out of him and I had to do CPR to revive his heart again. Do you have any idea what I been through just now?"

"Morgan, right now, he's fighting for his life. He just needs us, he needs you to be here. Morgan. He's our family."

"Family…" Morgan mocked a laugh. "You want me to sit in the waiting room, going through each minute with pain, not knowing if he's going to make it? He has no right to put me in that situation just because he wants to save the day."

"Morgan …"

"Screw you, Hotch. Screw Reid. I just don't care anymore."

Morgan left back to his room, upstairs, leaving Hotch and the rest stunned by his words, with his behavior. However, the loud sound of the door being closed brought everyone back to reality.

"What just happened?" Sarah asked, clearly shaken with her brother's outburst.

"I have never seen him like this before, I thought Dr. Reid and Derek are like best friends." Desiree said.

"What really happened, Agent Hotcher?" Fran questioned.

"Morgan and Reid were chasing the suspect and Reid tried to talk him down and it got really bad suddenly. The kid started shooting and …"

"The shooter was a kid?"

"Yes. He was delusional. Reid must have thought he could have helped him."

After a few moments of silence, Hotch exhaled, throwing out the air clouding heavily inside him. "But I just don't know why Morgan is so angry?"

"I don't think he's angry. He's beyond hurt and he's projecting it as anger." Fran explained.

"Can you talk to him, Mrs. Morgan?" Hotch requested. "Because I don't know if I can."

"I will, don't worry. Just give me some time." Fran gave her word. "Agent, where was the shootout?"

"It was at the Hubbard Street, in front of Rockit Bar."

"Oh no." Sarah mumbled.

"This is really bad." Desiree said next with her hands over her mouth.

"What's wrong?" Hotch asked.

Fran exhaled before, she said. "That's the same place, Derek's father died in a shooting, trying to stop a robbery, Agent Hotcher."

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