Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds. If i did, well, Willifer shippers wouldn't be too impressed.
Derek Morgan winced as he pulled his shirt away from his stomach, it was sticking to dried blood on his side. He was in his hotel room after helping the rest of his team apprehend a serial killer earlier that evening. The Unsub wasn't going to go down without a fight, firing shots at the agents, both Rossi and Morgan had been hit. Rossi had been hit directly in the shoulder, the blood had poured obviously from the wound. Morgan however had been grazed just above his hip, it had been a minor wound that was easy to work with while he had adrenaline powering through his system, in all the chaos he had managed not to visit the hospital, but now as he tried to remove his shirt he realised that he may have made a bad decision. Wincing he opened the door into the bathroom, preparing to wash the wound before showering. He glanced briefly at the other door in the bathroom, it lead to Reid's room, the hotel closest to the precinct had three sets of adjoining rooms available causing the agents to double up. It was a little annoying in the mornings, but not as bad as when they had to share two to a room. Sharing the bathroom was tolerable. Morgan considered locking the door but figuring that Reid would knock before entering. Morgan started the sink placing his shirt on the counter. He looked around quickly for a washcloth, realising he left it in his bag he turned back towards his room. Just before he opened his door he heard the other one open. "Hey kid, can I borrow your washcloth?" He asked the exact same time a very startled Emily exclaimed "Oh my god! What are you doing in my bathroom?"
Morgan whirled around quickly causing his wound to start bleeding again. "Damn." He muttered grabbing his shirt from the counter and pressing it against his injury to stop the flow of blood. "I think the actual question is what are you doing in my bathroom, where's Reid?"
"Well, I don't know where Reid is but this is my room," she said gesturing over her shoulder. "My bags were placed in there and everything." She looked at the shirt pressed to his side. "Are you hurt?" She reached out and grasped the shirt, trying to pull it from him.
"No, it's nothing, Princess, now please let go of my shirt." He said pulling away from her.
"No, you're bleeding. Were you shot? I thought Wilkins fired two shots." She slapped his wrist and took the shirt from him, the wound was seeping slowly now. Not enough to worry about, but still enough to warrant basic medical attention.
"Come in, I'll patch it up." Emily said grabbing his hands and pulling him to her room. "Sit." She pointed at the bed before turning to find the first aid kit she kept in her go bag. She turned back to find that Morgan had flopped backwards onto her bed and was stretched out, almost asleep. She sighed and walked over to him. "Come on, I've got to fix this up, you don't want to get infected." She said poking his leg.
"Shhhh, Emily, I'm sleeping. Go away." He said, eyes closed a smirk on his face.
"Fine, if you don't get up right now I'm marching down to Hotch's room and telling him you didn't get medical attention when you needed it." She said, knowing she would get his attention.
"Oh, you wouldn't do that to me would you? I thought we were friends." He said opening his eyes and looking at her. All she did in response was place the medical kit on the bed and turn towards the door.
"Okay, okay, fine. I'm getting up. See?" He responded rising from the bed as fast as he could without causing himself too much pain.
"Good, now, stand still and try not to complain too much." Emily said coming over swiftly to help fix up the wound. She worked in silence that was matched by Morgan until the injury was properly cleaned and bandaged.
"How'd you learn to do that? Even the required first aid courses don't go into the fine details of bandaging and stuff. We just learn enough to help until the first response medics show up." Morgan said walking though the still open bathroom doors into his room to grab a clean shirt from his suitcase.
"When I was stabbed, by Doyle, I had to get out of the country as fast as possible. So, as soon as I was cleared to leave the hospital I was on a flight to Paris. This meant that I didn't know anyone who could help me change my bandages, I couldn't go seeking medical advice, they hadn't had time to make any medical records for me yet, I had to learn to fix my own bandages and to clean the wounds properly." She replied washing her hands in the sink, watching him in the mirror. He turned towards her, a slight frown on his face.
"Guess I never thought of that." He said, leaning on the doorframe, shirt in hand. They stood in silence for a minute before Emily's stomach growled.
"Excuse me, I skipped lunch today to go over those files with Reid." She said blushing at the noise her stomach was making.
"No problem. How about we both get into something more comfortable and order something to eat? Watch a movie, it'll be good to do something normal right now." He said, pushing away from the bathroom and walking towards his suitcase again.
"Sounds great. You okay with pizza?" She asked.
"Yeah, sounds good. My room? Just knock before you come in, I'm not JJ." He chuckled before closing the door and getting changed into some sweat pants and tidying the room a little. There was a knock at the bathroom door. "Come in." He called. When Emily opened the door she saw him laying back on the bed flicking through the movies on TV.
"Hey, Morgan, something you said just now made me think. You said you're not JJ, which I know, but if I ended up in Reid's room, he would have ended up in mine. Sharing with JJ. Do you think we should tell them? Try and sort it out?" She asked collapsing on the bed next to him.
"No, don't even worry, they're adults, what's the worse that can happen?"
A/n: Hey guys, Cooey here. I was just going along minding my own business when this twisted little idea jumped into my brain box, it had to be written. I hope to have the second chapter p tomorrow, but no promises beause i have work. I do promise that if i do not update this story in a week however, i will eat my own hand. Please drop a review, they're love!