Hey guys! As you know if you've read my other fic (check it out if you haven't), I cracked the wifi code at the house we're staying at! Booya :D Anyways, I apologize for how short this is, but I tried. Hope you enjoy and give me your feedback!

Derek

I heard a thud and my eyes snapped open. What the hell had just happened? I looked up at the ceiling, trying to recall what the nightmare was about.

I sat up quickly and gasped as I saw Grace next to my bed. Holy shit.

I jumped up and ran to her.

"Grace? GRACE?" I yelled as I tried to wake her up.

I moved her and her head fell over. I caught her and felt something sticky on my hand. Blood.

I grabbed my phone and called for a medic.

"Please, hurry! She's unconscious!" I barked into the phone after giving them the address and my room number, trying not to lose it.

Then I called Hotch, whose room was below us.

"Morgan? It's three in the morning," he answered groggily.

"Stevenson's unconscious! Come to my room, I'll explain when you get here!" I said before I hung up.

I looked back down at Grace. Did I do this? Why else would she be out cold on the floor of my hotel room?

I laid her down on the floor, putting her head in my lap. What was I supposed to do?

I tried to remember all of my medical training that we got at the academy, but it didn't help.

I was such a damn screw up.

I heard footsteps down the hallway and Hotch ran into the room.

"What the hell happened?" he asked breathlessly, looking down at Grace.

"I, I don't really know. I think I had a nightmare about the case or something and Grace must have come in to wake me up and, and, I guess I hit her. She had a vase with her," I said eyeing the shattered remains of the ground, "She must have thought I was being attacked or something. This is all my fault!"

"No it's not Morgan. Let's concentrate on Stevenson now," he replied, leaning over her.

He listened to her chest for a moment.

"Okay, she's breathing slowly. We have to roll her on her side to open up her airway," he ordered.

I quickly followed his commands, holding Grace with one hand on her waist and the other on her chest. I could feel the slight breaths escaping her body. Holy shit.

"Now we just have to wait for the medics. She should be fine once she gets medical care, Morgan. And it's not your fault," Hotch tried to reassure me.

I nodded uncertainly, just hoping the medics would get her soon. She had to be fine. She had to be fine. I mean, I couldn't have hit her that hard? I shuddered at the thought of hitting her at all.

"God, I'm such a screw up. I couldn't even remember medical training from the academy," I said, trying to pass the time, unsure of what else to say.

"The academy doesn't really focus on what to do when someone's unconscious from a fall. Their main focuses are gunshot wounds and those types of injuries," Hotch replied.

I vaguely remembered this from training. I knew all about how to take care of someone who was shot. It was a sort of specialty of our field.

Finally, I heard a siren and an ambulance pull up to the hotel.

Two medics ran into the room, pushing a stretcher.

"Twenty-nine year old female, trauma to the head, unconscious," Hotch informed them as they carefully pulled Grace onto the gurney.

"Hotch, I'm going to go with her if that's alright," I said, walking out the door with him as the medics raced down the hall.

"Of course. Call me when you know anything," he replied with understanding as he went to the stairway.

"Will do," I said as I got into the elevator with the medics and we quickly made our way downstairs.

We climbed into the ambulance and I tried to stay out of their way as they put an oxygen mask on Grace.

What had I done? My nightmares were never bad enough to hurt someone. Or were they? I never had anyone there to try and wake me up before.

How could I have hurt her? She was so beautiful and innocent and I just, quite literally, knocked her out.

Damn it. I screwed everything up, like I always did.

The team harped on me for being a ladies man, but they didn't know anything.

They didn't know how I messed things up with women every single time.

Maybe it was because of what had happened, all those years ago in Chicago.

I didn't want to think about it, but maybe that was why I was such a screw up.

The only thing I had going for me was my job and my team. No one to go home to at night. No one at all.

I was so lost in thought that I barely noticed when we pulled up to the hospital.

I sprinted inside behind the stretcher. I tried to follow her, but a nurse ran up to me.

"Sir, you can't go in there. I'm sorry," she said with sympathy.

I sighed, knowing all along that I couldn't. I nodded and walked to the waiting room.

I looked around at all of the distraught faces. People crying. I bet they didn't do this. They didn't put someone they love in the hospital.

Wait a sec. Did I just say love? Well, Grace was a part of our team, our family. I guess I could say I loved her like a sister, but maybe there was more to it. Or at least, there could be.

I had only known her for a few days, and even I knew that it was too soon for love.

I guess I would just have to wait and hope that there was a chance for more.