Chapter 6 is up! Now the team prepares to leave to go back home, but before they leave Garcia's going to have a bit of a shock, and Hotch will be there for her. Not romantically or anything, just friendship. And on the plane there will be a fair amount of Morgan/Garcia, and a lot more when they finally get back to America.

Enjoy!

"Did I tell you what Jack did last week?" Hotch queried, and Garcia turned her head to look at him, shaking her head. For the rest of the ride he entertained her with Jack's latest idea of taking ketchup and mustard and making a pretty rainbow out of it on the kitchen counter.

When he pulled up to the airport and turned the car back into the rental agency, Garcia still had a smile on her face. "I bet you had a lot of fun cleaning that up,"

"Oh absolutely," Hotch said dryly, and Garcia chuckled as they walked into the Italian airport together. It took them a while, but eventually they got through security and into the food court area. Garcia caught Hotch eyeing a Subway and she sent him to get a sandwich while she sat down by the gate where their jet would be leaving from.

She closed her eyes and massaged her temples, feeling a major headache coming on from puking and crying her eyes out. When she opened her eyes everyone walking around her had Doyle's face, some covered with blood and some glaring at her, all of them chanting 'You let me get to Emily, you killed me, it's all your fault'.

Hotch had his Subway bag and was walking towards Garcia when he saw that she was complexly frozen, her face was paper white and her eyes were wide and glassy. "Penelope?" He said urgently, crouching in front of her and grabbing onto her arms. "Penelope say something,"

"He…he's everywhere," She whispered, and then shook herself and blinked a few times. Finally she focused on Hotch and tried a smile, which came out more like a grimace. "Sorry, I guess I zoned out there,"

"What did you see?" He asked, getting up and sitting next to her on the bench.

"It's nothing, really, not a big deal," She lied, and Hotch just raised his eyebrows. "Okay so I saw everyone here with Doyle's face, glaring at me,"

He knew she was leaving something out, but he just wrapped his arm around her shoulders and as she leaned her head on his shoulder he kissed the top of her head. "It'll be okay, Penelope," He said quietly, feeling her body shaking.

After a while she stopped shaking and slowly sat up, saying, "I'm sorry, I kept you away from your dinner,"

Hotch just shrugged and unwrapped it, offering half of it to Garcia. She shook her head violently, saying, "My stomach can't handle anything right now,"

Hotch didn't push the issue. He ate his sub and was just finishing when the rest of the team started walking towards them. Unsurprisingly Morgan was the first to reach Garcia, gently touching her face. "You look pale," He said quietly, and she shrugged.

"I'm fine, Derek, really,"

"Like hell," He muttered, but allowed JJ and Emily to loop their arms through hers and start marching off towards the gate, singing 'We're off to See the Wizard' from the Wizard of Oz.

"Is she okay?" Reid asked Hotch, who replied,

"She said she zoned off and imagined that everyone walking around had Doyle's face, but other than that she hasn't said much,"

"This is killing her," Morgan said quietly, his fists clenched. "I want to kill the bastard again for still haunting our team,"

"I would've rather had anyone else kill Doyle, except Garcia," Rossi admitted as the four men started walking towards the gate.

"Me too," Hotch said with a heavy sigh. They all boarded the jet and found Garcia sitting in the far corner, her arms wrapped around herself and she was staring out the window. Morgan quickly took the seat next to her and when she glanced over at him, he just smiled at her.

"Hey," He said, and she half-smiled.

"Hey back,"

She turned her attention to something outside the window and Morgan left her alone until the plane was in the air. He lifted the seat divider and gently eased her back until she was resting on his shoulder. She glanced up at him and he just wrapped his arms around her. Garcia reached up and linked her hands with his, and slowly she drifted off to sleep.

They were about halfway home when Garcia started to twist and turn in her sleep. "My fault, my fault," She moaned quietly, and Morgan, who had been dozing, immediately was alert. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," She whispered, and then went still. Moments later she bolted upright with a scream.

"Hey, hey, Garcia, it's okay," Morgan said soothingly, grabbing onto her and pulling her back into his arms. "You're okay, you're all right," He chanted, rocking her back and forth while she cried.

"I'm sorry, you were probably sleeping," She muttered, burying her face in his chest.

"No, baby girl, don't be sorry, there's nothing to be sorry for," Morgan replied, gently stroking her hair. Slowly she went back to sleep, and this time slept dreamlessly.

The jet landed at the airport, and Garcia jerked awake as the pilot called for them to put their seatbelts back on. She sat up straight and did so, waiting for the plane to land. Once it had she got up and turned to Morgan. "Can you…can you take me home? I didn't leave my car in long-term parking,"

"I dropped you off, I know," He said with a smile, gently touching her face and saying, "Of course I'll take you home, baby girl, that's a given,"

"Okay," She said, twitching a half-smile that looked more like a grimace.

The BAU team trooped out onto the airport, and started towards their cars they always left in long-term parking. Garcia climbed in Morgan's car and as Morgan loaded her suitcases into the back, he saw everyone else looking at her in concern. "She's living in her personal hell," Morgan muttered, and Hotch nodded.

"I wish…I wish there was something I could do, something I could say," JJ said desperately, hating what her best friend was going through.

"It's gonna take time," Rossi reminded them, and Emily sighed.

"I know, but this is killing her."

"If you're not planning on staying with her tonight…" Hotch started to say, but Morgan shook his head.

"I'm not stupid, Hotch, I'm not going anywhere, whether Penelope likes it or not,"

"Good. But me and Emily are taking over tomorrow night," JJ said firmly, and Emily nodded.

The BAU went their separate ways, and Morgan drove Garcia to her apartment. He helped her with her suitcases and when she turned to thank him, she found she couldn't really speak so she just wrapped her arms around his neck. "It's okay, baby girl, you can let go."

"I…no, I'm fine," She said, drawing back and wiping furiously at her tears. He caught her hands and said quietly,

"Crying isn't something to be ashamed of. I'll catch you no matter what, Penelope, I promise," Garcia just looked at him for a long moment and then she broke down and fell into his arms. True to his word he caught her, and held her tightly, rocking her and whispering comforting words to her as she sobbed her heart out in his arms.

She fell asleep in Morgan's arms that night, and he carried her into bed, tucking her in and bunking down on the sofa. A soft cry in the middle of the night woke up him and he sat bolt upright, his hand automatically going for his gun.

"Emily move!" She screamed, and Morgan immediately leapt over to her bed. Garcia was tossing and turning, sweat rolling off of her entire body and the covers were so tangled around her Morgan couldn't get her loose, no matter how hard he pulled. "I…I killed him…I led him to her…I…it's all my fault!" Garcia gasped, and Morgan grabbed her by the shoulders.

"Penelope, baby, wake up, c'mon sweetheart, wake up, it's just a dream," He chanted over and over, and finally her eyes flew open and she sat up, her chest heaving as if she'd been running a marathon.

"Just a dream?" She whimpered, and Morgan pulled her into his arms, kissing her temple.

"Yes, baby, just a dream, it can't hurt you, he can't hurt you ever again," Morgan whispered, and slowly he felt her arms go around him.

"Please…please don't leave me…" Garcia whispered, and Morgan stroked her hair.

"I'm not going anywhere,"

"You promise?" She asked, and he held her tightly.

"I promise,"

When she finally fell asleep again, she drifted off into a dreamless sleep that both she and Morgan were grateful for.

Yes, Garcia is very tortured by the fact that she took a life. I kinda took my inspiration from that one episode that Garcia travels with the team to Alaska, and she tells Morgan that she's afraid of losing who she is, and she doesn't want to do that just to do the job. So that's how this story was born. Thank you so much for reading, and I hope you like this story so far!