Chapter 2: Not a sleeping beauty
"Morgan, you're on speaker."
Hotch and the rest of the team were in the SUV driving back to the station were Morgan stayed with Prentiss.
"She woke up for about five minutes but she's sleeping now. The doctor said that she must have been ill for about a week, and probably did not eat since we arrived here."
"It's been three days now!"
"Yes I know JJ. According to the doc it's nothing really bad but as she didn't take the proper meds it got worth. She'll be able to take the plan back home but no work for a least a weak and somebody will have to stay with her for a couple of days. Not sure she will be able to stand for a long time."
"That is being damn stubborn!"
After Rossi's comment there was a heavy silence. None of them had notice she was ill or didn't eat for a couple of days.
"I knew she was ill. Didn't think it was that bad."
"She should have told us herself." If it hadn't been "that bad" Hotch would have been mad at her. "We got the Unsub. It's over. We're fling home tonight."
Emily was now sitting on the plane, sleeping of course. Sleeping was pretty much everything she did for the past hours. Morgan has sitting next to her. She felt bad about him because she put him in an uncomfortable position with Hotch and made him missed the arrest of the Unsub. Adding to that the fact that he insisted in being the one who was going to stay with her for two or three days. He told her the only way to make it up to him was to let him take care of her until she get better.
She didn't even have the strength to find it cute.
Sitting next to her Morgan has looking at the clouds when he felt here move in her sleep. He looked at her and saw her face tense and her lips moving like she has talking in her sleep. She started moving again and groaning quietly. JJ looked at her with concerned and started standing but Derek told her not to.
He put an arm around her shoulders and brings her against him. She nestled against him, grabbing his shirt desperately. She groaned again and Morgan couldn't help but thinking she has king of sexy when she did so. He lied back against the plane and spread his legs, bringing her between them, to rest against his chest.
Then her agitation stopped totally, her breathing slowed down and her body relaxed. Morgan smiled and looked to JJ who smiled back at him and gave Emily her tender look.
A few minutes later Derek was asleep too. JJ looked at them and thought they would make a cute couple, if only they weren't both so proud and control freaks. And they weren't both in the FBI.
"I'm fine Morgan you can go home."
The little energy Prentiss had regain she was using it to make Morgan leave her now that she was in her flat.
"Yea, last time you told me that you fainted. So there's no way I'm leaving you."
"Morgan I'll call my mom she will come and check on me, you can go!"
"One: You will never call your mother to check on you. Two: Your mother is in France right now you told us when we were living to Kansas."
Prentiss sighed. If she had the strength she would have kicked him out, but she hadn't. And she had to admit that waking up in the plain resting against him was kind of nice, annoying and embarrassing but nice.
"Ok, I'll show you the guest room but there no way you're going to mother me around."
So she said but she even had difficulties climbing up the stairs and in less than ten minutes she was in her bed, half watching TV, half sleeping. Morgan knocked on the door of her bedroom.
"Come in" she said with a yawning.
"Still don't want me to mother you sleepy face?" He asked with a grin. "You need to eat."
"Yea right." She said, starting to get out of the bed.
"Wo wo! No way. I got you something, you stay in bed."
He made his way to the bed with her lunch in his hands. He didn't even have anything for himself; he was just going to watch her eat.
"For God's sakes Morgan I'm not dying I can go down and make my own meals!"
She didn't realize she was screaming. Sitting on the edge of the bed with Morgan standing right in front of her she was now feeling even more childish and stupid.
"I'm sorry; I didn't want to yell at you it's just…"
"Yea I got it princess. It's ok." He immediately regretted calling her like that. He understood how she was feeling, he really did, and calling her "princess" wasn't going to help.
"No you don't understand Morgan! I feel exposed with you running around treating me like a five year old! And I feel ridicules fainting in front on everybody. And I don't know how I'm going to ever stand in front of Hotch again. And feel fucking damn weak needing you not to wake up crying and screaming after a fucking damn nightmare!"
Derek sat by her side, putting an arm around her shoulders but not trying to hug her again. She needed a friend, not a white knight.
"I know all that. Trust me I understand."
"And I'm not hysterical…" she added, looking at the floor.
"I know that. Listen, I'll try not to make you feel like that anymore ok." He felt her tensing again but he didn't stop. "But Prentiss, I need to be here. I was the one in that room with you, and I was the one who didn't tell Hotch you were sick and I was the one who saw you faint and couldn't do a thing about it. I need to be here ok?"
Emily didn't say a word for a couple of seconds; thinking.
"You can't help but being the hero, can you?" she said, finally smiling.
"Nop, but that suits me well doesn't it?" he said with a cheeky grin.
"I won't answer that. You're not leaving aren't you?"
"No I'm not."
"So go grab something in the kitchen, I don't want you to just sit there and watch me eat."