Author's Notes: Second in the "Every Good Story..." series. This time with a Morgan and Garcia! I absolutely love them and their chemistry. Enjoy.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Criminal Minds.

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Morgan kept his eyes fixed on the prone figure on the bed, the only background noise the steady beep of the heart monitor. The other bed was empty; Reid had been given a private room, at Hotch's request. He didn't think the younger male would want to be crowded with a stranger after the ordeal he had been through. Morgan had to agree, not that Reid was talking much, telling them what he wanted.

He had been silent the entire time except for a pained noise when the doctors prodded and then wrapped up his injured foot. He had let them stick him with an IV and all but collapsed into an exhausted sleep. Sometimes he woke up for a few minutes but he wasn't really lucid and he soon fell back into sleep. Morgan was kind of grateful for that, he didn't know what to say to the little genius even if he was awake.

What do you say to someone you considered a brother, someone you swore to yourself you would protect after they been held hostage for two days? When you had watched them die, been revived and then ordered to give their own grave?

There were no words to make what happened at Hankel's farm better. Nothing he could say that would make Reid okay again.

He was so twitchy, jumped at the slightest noise or just stared down at his feet without so much as a stupid statistic or useless fact that was so Reid; Morgan missed it. Reid didn't look at anyone while the doctor examined him though he had clung to Hotch and Gideon for awhile until the doctor stitched up his head; Reid had requested that everyone leave.

When they came into the room after, they found Reid sleeping. Hotch, Gideon, JJ and Prentiss had gone back to the hotel, to get some rest. The doctor wanted to keep Reid for at least a week for observation but the younger male had pleaded to be able to go home. He didn't want to be here any longer; Hotch relented and they would all be leaving tomorrow on the jet. Back to normal life but would Reid really be okay?

"Still slumbering, I see." A voice said and Morgan got an eyeful of the white styrofoam cup filled with noxious liquid that was cheap hospital coffee. Still, he accepted it, taking a sip, enjoying the feel of temporary numbness that was left in the wake as the scalding liquid traveled down its throat. It warmed him to his toes despite the grainy aftertaste it left in his mouth.

"Thanks, baby." Morgan said to the bright blonde woman with the cat's eye glasses that always seemed to brighten his day. Garcia had an infectious smile and air about her that made anyone feel better. He needed that now and was grateful that she delegated herself to stay with him and Reid. Garcia brushed a hand across Reid's sweaty forehead causing him to shift at the light touch. She took the seat beside Morgan, a comfy green armchair that she sunk into holding her own hot beverage.

"Does he look smaller to you?" Garcia asked Morgan, her eyes catching his own. He glanced away to take in the bed occupant's condition. Reid looked worse for wear and tiny in the hospital bed with dark circles under his eyes and thin arms wrapped around his middle, his hair clung to his sweaty forehead and bruises mottled his face and neck.

"We'll need to fatten him up," Garcia continued, not waiting for Morgan's response, her nervousness leaking through her words. "When we get back home. He needs a nice big steak and potatoes."

"Don't think Reid likes potatoes." Morgan finally tore his eyes away from Reid's pallid face to answer her. Garcia looked taken aback before she regained her composure, hands curling and uncurling around her cup. At her crestfallen expression, Morgan hurriedly said, "but I'm sure he'll appreciate anything you make him."

He waited for the quippy response from the tech goddess and when it didn't come, he looked up to see her with her head in her hands. The defeated posture tore at his heartstrings. Morgan stood up and walked over to her, slipping an arm around her shoulders.

"C'mon, princess, don't cry." He crooned in her ear, brushing a hand over her blonde and pink-streaked hair. Her shoulders shake and he hears her mumble through her hands, "…can't help it…"

"Smile for your chocolate Adonis, Reid's fine…he'll be fine." Morgan corrected.

"Do you believe that?" Garcia's red-rimmed eyes peered searchingly into his own. The hope, sadness and terror he saw in them made his heart clench painfully with sympathy and guilt.

"I do," Morgan nodded. Garcia blew her nose on the tissue Morgan handed her, dabbing at the stray tears on her cheeks.

"There, that's better, baby girl." Morgan forced a half-smile on his face, Garcia mirroring with her very own. He sat down beside her, holding her hand in his own, offering reassurance and comfort.

Reid would be fine Morgan told himself firmly. He knew it would take some time but the agent would bounce back. He just needed to be home, surrounded by the familiar and comforting. Once he had that, Reid would be fine…this would all just fall into his great big memory, something to mull over at his darkest times and Morgan would be there to remind him that he was okay. That everything would be okay.

The heart monitor sped up and Morgan and Garcia looked over simultaneously to see Reid lethargically blink his eyes open and turn his head to the side, reaching out one shaking hand to the side table, finger scrabbling for the plastic cup of water.

"Hey," Morgan said coming to stand beside Reid. The young male's eyes were heavy-lidded from exhaustion and morphine but he focussed in on Morgan, staring up at him with a faraway gaze. Morgan helped Reid struggle to sit up while Garcia held the water to his lips, encouraging him to swallow the liquid. Reid did and then he flopped weakly back onto the bed, Morgan rubbing his arm until his eyes closed again.

"We'll take of our boy," Garcia said firmly. Morgan looked at her with a nod, "yeah, we'll camp out at his place 'till he's sick of us."

"A big 'ole slumber party," Garcia smiled. "I'll do his hair, wonder what he'd look like with blue highlights?"

"And we can throw out his entire Mr. Rogers wardrobe." Morgan added with a grin.

"And his Clark Kent-Christopher Reeve glasses, and make him watch Anchorman over and over until he think it's funny. Right, my hot piece of man meat?" Garcia giggled reaching over to grab Morgan's hand, her other finding its way into Reid's. Morgan squeezed her hand in reply, placing his other on top of Reid's.

Yeah, we'll take care of our boy and we'll all be okay.