Change of plans. After mulling this site over for a little while, well longer then I would like to admit any way, I think I kinda understand how this program works. So that is very appeasing! And all the frustration I was having is now almost gone. SO HORAAY!
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Morgan
Numb. He could not feel anything. His mind, his body seemed to have solidified and stopped. His legs seemingly rooted into the ground. His shock, his horror was taking over. He could tell as he felt his heart pulsating heavily in his chest, faster then it had ever before. His eyes were open but unmoving. Forever focusing on the spot where Reid had been only moments before.
He was aware of voices screaming from behind. His team, probably. Pleading for him to move, to retreat back to safety. To leave behind a member and save himself. Reid. Why was he just standing here? His brother needed him, right? Or was he just dead? Crushed by whatever had fallen between them; maybe deep down he knew that by not looking for his partner he was only delaying the inevitable. Allowing himself just a few more moments of peace (if you could call this that) before his life would be forever changed. He didn't know.
"Morgan!" Someone yelled, Prentiss maybe, from behind him. He felt a firm tug as someone grabbed his shoulder. Hotch? Morgans eyes were torn from the spot that they had been fixated on, and he now saw the face of his boss. The large, stoic officer starring him down.
"Morgan, what the hell were you..." Hotch began to speak, his expression was hard but his voice full of hidden emotion. But Morgan interrupted finally regaining control. With renewed strength, Morgan swiped Hotch's hand away and looked the mans deadly star. Looking in his superiors face, Morgan could see, behind his tight lips and penetrating gaze, sadness. Immense and utter worry for their fallen agent. Morgan help back his original thoughts and spoke, "Reid is still in there," He said gesturing through the smoke, his voice firm and convinced. "And until I find him, I'm not going anywhere, and neither are all of you." Morgan almost growled, anger and rage filling each word. The team nodded, finally seeming to understand the situation, and moved into action.
Morgan turned away from them, his strength melting away and becoming fear. As he worked his way through the smoke, unaware of the danger he was putting himself in, he refused to allow a single thought enter his mind. The thought that he knew would break him. But despite his efforts, it persisted and his fright increased, tenfold, as his mind filled with the thought of finding Reid...dead. Crushed. Buried. Burned. Lifeless and gone. How could he live in a world without this man? His family? He knew he couldn't.
Visibility around him was little to none from the smoke. His eyes were watering and stinking with each second they remained open. His breathing had become raspy and his chest tight. Each intake becoming more and more unbearable. But he didn't stop. He couldn't.
Reid (Five minutes before)
As the team had regained composure after his discovery of the bomb, they sprung to action. Each becoming the leader type government officials they all were. However, with the immense panic and worry all had failed to notice when Reid had fallen. His foot had caught and he had collapse into a nearby room, and had hit his head. He had fallen hard; he felt the impact make his brain shake inside his skull, and it had taken him about 20 seconds before he could regain composer and jump to his feet. All the while a piercing beeping erupting in the background. He knew that there was about 30 seconds left, so he pushed himself to a jog and worked his way out of the house, vertigo and searing pain coursing through his head.
He had made it to the door just in time to see someone running towards him. As they came closer he knew it was Morgan and more fear began to set in. There was only about 15 seconds left and with each step his brother was nearing his avoidable demise. He couldn't lose Morgan. Not his brother.
He had managed to push off the door frame and begin a slow wobbly journey down and away from the house, yelling for Morgan to turn and go the other way. But he didn't and as they came nearer, Reid could begin to make out the intricate details of the mans face. His dark loving eyes. His tight lips.
They were so close to one another, that he felt no more need to run. He had slowed and watched as Morgan stopped completely. His friend giving him a relieved grin. Reid returned it, pushing back the fear and pulsating pain in his head. They seemed to be a safe distance away now, why worry? They were both alive and deserved a moment to smile.
CRACK! BOOOM! The sound erupted from behind Reid. He felt the heat of the rushing flame as they grew and danced through the windows, and encased the house in flames. He was far enough not to be thrown by the eruption of the explosion, but apparently still in harms way.
There was a loud crack, and it was then that something fell on top of him, and his mind retreated into an abyss of darkness.
Morgan (Present)
The fire was everywhere. The bright firry tendrils sizzling, whisking, and hissing as their flame continues to consume everything around them. Until there was nothing left. Morgan was still searching. His attempts and thoughts becoming more frantic and unfocused as he was repeatedly came up with nothing to show for his effort. The flame licked him and he hissed in pain as his skin bubbled. Pain sliced through his arm, and he found himself clutching the burn close, as if this action would make his agony lesson. He knew it wouldn't. The burn meant nothing, Reid was all he wanted, needed.
The team was close behind, along with firefighters, swat and the bomb squad, who to which you could say was kinda late and their serviced really weren't needed anymore, but their help was still appreciated. With more and more people coming to the scene, Reid's chances of survival greatened.
Morgan's body was sweltering. The brightness, heat, and thoughts that radiated form the flames made each step, each breath, each second he kept his eyes open, unbearable. He forced them close trying to regain strength and minimize the pain, only to bang into something hard.
"God damit!" Morgan yelled. Again, he opened his eyes and the excruciating pain returned, but not enough for them to close once more. For Morgan saw something that made his heart skip a beat. Something that, oh God, made him..made him...he didn't know what to think as, ignoring his agony, his eyes stared at the bottom of a converse sneaker, connected to a Reid that he couldn't see.
