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Chapter 6
Emily quietly got out of her seat, not disturbing JJ. She looked at Matt, tossing fitfully. I know those dreams she thought, heading to the bathroom.
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The team looked at Hotch as he walked up to the hospital desk, still holding some gauze against his ear. Matt handed him his Kevlar. Hotch slowly put it on. Matt read that he was hurting from being thrown across the street with the IUD blast. Prentiss put the laptop on the counter and showed Hotch the blast.
They all talked over the situation, building a profile. Hotch provided the final key. "And I drove an ambulance into a hospital with an emergency by-pass." Matt and Morgan, followed by Hotch flew to the Secret Service agents. They found the video of the EMT that was the real bomber.
Matt noticed Morgan move away from the scene and followed him. Morgan looked at him. "You're a father, I'm not. I've got this."
"And I've got your back," Matt growled as they reached the steps. "Get your ass moving to that bus." They split up.
Morgan was in the ambulance, talking with Garcia as he looked at the bomb. Matt screeched the SUV to a halt and jumped out the door. He pulled the driver's side door of the ambulance open. "God dammit Morgan; don't admire the damn thing. Get this bus outta here," Matt said, looking under the dash and grabbing two wires. He pulled them down. "You on with Garcia?"
Morgan jumped into the driver seat, nodding at him. "I've got this."
"Then get this damn thing rolling. I'm following you." Matt raced back to the SUV and got it turned around as Morgan put the ambulance in gear. Morgan sped out of the ambulance bay with Matt following closely behind them.
When they cleared the hospital, they lit up the lights and let the sirens blare. "Garcia," Matt said, "where are we going?" Garcia quickly filled him in. "Great call Garcia," Matt said. He knew exactly the park she was talking about. It was less than six blocks away from Mac and Claire's apartment they once had.
Morgan drove the ambulance into the park, honking the horn to get anyone in the park to clear out. Matt did the same while making a wide turn to the right, keeping an eye on the ambulance, listening to Garcia in his ear.
Two heart-pounding seconds later, he saw Morgan tumbling on the ground as the ambulance moved forward. Morgan had put it into to neutral to keep it rolling. Matt made a hard left, floored the SUV and then braked it to a halt, putting the vehicle between Morgan and the impending blast. He jumped out of the SUV and dove on top of Morgan as the ambulance exploded.
Matt kept Morgan pinned to the ground until he heard the second explosion of the gas tank of the ambulance. He waited a minute more before finally rolling off Morgan. As Matt started to stand, Morgan rolled to his side. "You covered me," he asked.
Matt stood up, holding out his left hand to help Morgan off the ground. "Marine training 101," he said, looking at Morgan. "And I do it for any member of this team."
Morgan, with Matt's help got on his feet. "Dammit Cob, you've got a wife and three kids at home," he said rubbing his arm.
Matt looked at him. "Which means you owe me three things." Morgan looked at him. "Number one; contact Garcia," Matt smiled.
Morgan put his earpiece in and keyed his mic. "Garcia, you are my god given solace." Matt's earpiece was still hanging on his shoulder. He didn't need to hear the conversation. Morgan smiled as their conversation ended.
"Tell me she chewed your ass," Matt smiled.
"Not right now; I'll get that later like only Mama can," Morgan smiled back. They both looked up to see an engine company of the FDNY coming down the street they just had vacated. "What's number two?"
Matt shook his head. "We'll discuss that in a few minutes," he said, moving to wave the first fire truck around the SUV to the ambulance. The second engine pulled onto the scene with the Captain of the company jumping out of the rig to talk to them. They filled the captain in as his well-trained team went to work. They shook hands with him. Matt nodded at Morgan to get in the SUV so the FDNY could do their job. "Let's get back to the hospital and pick up the team," Matt said, putting the SUV in gear. "And get that right arm of yours looked at."
Morgan just shook his head. "Is that number two?"
"No Morgan, it's not," Matt said, driving the SUV out of the park. "Number two is you drive Hotch back to DC." Morgan looked at him. "Morgan, there is no way in hell that Hotch can fly back with us on the jet with that ear of his. Trust me, I know the feeling." Morgan nodded his head. "We both know him; he'll get some underling to drive him back. I want you to do it."
"Easy enough," Morgan smiled, still rubbing his arm. "What's the third?"
Matt looked at him as he navigated the SUV back to the hospital. "You and Hotch work out your issues of not trusting any one."
"Cob?"
"How much more proof do you need?" Morgan glared at him. "We backed your ass with Gordinski and Carl Bufford." Matt looked him in the eye. "Has Hotch or I told the rest of the team what happened to you?" Morgan looked out the passenger window and then slowly shook his head. "Morgan, Dave doesn't even know," Matt softly said. "Hotch trusts you as much as he trusts me; but I return that trust. You need to do the same Derek. There are people that you can trust."
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A/N: Mayhem was written by Simon Mirren.