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The rest of the teams' eyes went wide as JJ stormed into Morgan's room gun out.
"Jayje," Garcia exclaimed looking at her fearfully. She had never seen her look so angry.
The blonde's blood boiled through her veins as her heart thumped hard in her chest, "What the fuck did you do to my girlfriend?" she pointed her gun at the profiler lying in the bed.
Morgan looked up at JJ not afraid but broken, "I'm s-sorry..."
JJ laughed hysterically tears pouring down her cheeks. She frantically wiped them away pointing at the gun at him moving forward. "How dare you fucking touch her? She is your best friend! You make me sick you son of a bitch!" Her voice laced with venom.
"Agent Jareau," Hotch said calmly but with a voice full of authority, "Stand down now!"
"I-I had n-no choice," Morgan whispered out brokenly, "I-If I didn't...H-He would have k-killed her."
"He should have killed you," she growled out jumping towards his bed ready for a fight but Hotch quickly grabbed her and Rossi wrestled the gun out her hand.
JJ fought against her boss, "Get off me!" she cried out. "Okay, okay I'm calm," she said holding her hands up as a white flag.
Hotch slowly released her and stumbled back as JJ launched forward and punched Morgan in the face with a hard left hook, her arm going back to deliver the next blow. Ironic that she was using the moves Morgan had taught her back on him.
"Stop!" Garcia cried out.
Reid tried to grab her but got elbowed and staggered backwards.
Rossi quickly ripped the handcuffs of his belt and with the help of Hotch grabbed JJ and handcuffed her.
"H-He d-deserves to s-suffer...H-He..." she sobbed out collapsing to the floor her wrists now hurting from the cuffs and her knuckles raw.
Garcia moved to clear up the blood pouring from Morgan's nose but he stopped her. He looked down at JJ, "I-I'm sorry Jennifer. I'm so, so sorry."
"Why?" she cried out shaking her head.
"He didn't have a choice," a quiet voice filled the room from the doorway.
Morgan looked up, "Emily," he whispered.
"Babe," the blonde struggled to stand up in handcuffs but managed and walked over to her girlfriend.
"Please don't leave me," the brunette whispered out so quietly JJ almost missed it. She was holding a portable IV stand in one hand and holding her chest with her free arm.
"W-What?" she said surprised. "Never! Never! I told you Emily I'm not going anywhere and I meant it," she leaned her forehead against Emily's unable to hold her, "I love you," she whispered.
Rossi moved over to JJ, "No fighting," he said softly, "Or they go straight back on." He uncuffed her wrists.
JJ immediately reached up and cupped Emily's face in her hands looking at her lovingly before looking back at Morgan.
"Let's get you back to your room," Garcia stated walking up to the brunette and carefully holding her.
"I promise I'll be back soon," the blonde said softly tucking a stray bit of hair behind Emily's ear. She had never seen her look so vulnerable, almost childlike.
The rest of the team moved to leave the room. Hotch and Rossi hesitated looking at JJ carefully, profiling her.
"It's okay," Morgan tipped his head forward as they nodded and left the room.
The blonde started to pace the room angrily, she couldn't look at him without an internal battle. She wanted to hate him. She wanted to kill him, but she couldn't. He had slept with her girlfriend against her will, but at the same time it wasn't. She knew without a doubt that he would have only let it happen if he had no choice. It's not like he wanted to do it either she was his family. Her emotions were fighting a war inside between wanting to help him, comfort him and wanting to continue the fight. She knew that must also be the kind of battle Emily was experiencing. If she was scared or fearful of him she wouldn't have come to the room. If she blamed him, hated him she wouldn't have said what she did.
"I'm sorry," Morgan whispered out.
JJ turned to face him and sighed loudly moving to sit in the chair next to the bed, "I know," she said resigned to that fact. She knew he was sorry.
After a long moments silence Morgan broke it, "I-It was his game," he said softly, zombie like. "His other victims didn't satisfy his sick game to survive long enough...That's why they...The bodies we found before we g-got taken only had the GBH injuries, not...," he couldn't say it. "And w-why only the female of each of the couples h-had injuries, just like...No defensive wounds. They let h-him do it. H-He wanted to break non-romantic couples, torture them, test them. With t-the others some he got bored of, others d-didn't...go to the next level." He closed his eyes, "He m-made me hit her...Told me what t-to do. If I didn't h-he would have killed her...That's all that mattered I couldn't let her die. I-I would die for her...Do anything f-for her to live. We knew the profile, w-we profiled him from the r-room he would have killed her. All I wanted was to p-protect her. I never w-wanted to hurt her, Jayje, never," he started to cry.
The blonde looked at Morgan, "You saved her life," she whispered out standing up out the chair. "Time," she whispered out seeing him look at her with a puzzled expression, "We just need time," leaving the room to go back to her girlfriend; Rossi, Hotch and Reid reentering Morgan's room as she left. He wasn't a rapist. He wasn't an ubsub. He wasn't a disgusting human being. He was Emily's best friend. One of her own closest friends. Her team mate. Her family. He saved her girlfriend's life. He protected her, as sick as that was. But she still couldn't bring herself to forgive him, not yet; just like he would need to forgive himself. She knew forgiveness would come, they all would forgive, in time.
