Sorry this chapter took so long, case of writers block a bit at the moment :/ this is mainly a filler chapter, but a cute one.
Morcia forever! :D
He strides up to the reception desk and with a confident and authoritative tone he addresses a nurse. "FBI SSA Howard, emergency message for the admitted agent, what room?"
The young nurse, looking flustered types on her computer and answers. "Agent Morgan is on floor 4, room 217. Please don't agitate him he's quite gravely..." But the agent has already marched off towards to the elevators.
He approaches the door of room 217 but when he hears two voices coming from within, he draws back to listen, muttering. "Agent Morgan, you son of a bitch."
"Do you feel more comfortable now, sweetness? Is there anything else I can get you?" Garcia croons, fussing relentlessly over her patient.
"I feel glorious now, thanks to you, my goddess of healing" Slipping back into his usual flirtatious manner. "But you know what'd make me feel even better? A hug from my favourite girl, I can't believe you haven't hugged me yet!" He pouted for effect.
"How could I be so neglectful to my poor baby?" She rushes to his side as he struggles to sit up, wrapping her arms rounds his neck and perching on the side of his bed as he snakes his arms round her waist, pulling his best friend into a tight bear hug.
He breaths in the cherry scent of her hair and smiles as she turns her face blissfully into his chest. "Promise you'll never leave my side." Morgan mutters into her ear while outside, the unsub strains to hear.
Garcia pulls away and places a gentle hand on Morgan's cheek. "I promise if you do, you gave me a scare back there."
"Promise. I'm not quite done with this yet" He winks cheekily.
"Whatever would I do without you, Derek Morgan?" She grins and lays her head back on his shoulder.
"I love you, girl."
"Love you too."
The unsub could only catch bits of the conversation, but from the body language being displayed this woman clearly meant a lot to Agent Morgan, and from what he did hear, it's clear the two of them are together. The unsub was fuming, this filthy had a woman to take care of his pathetic wounds while he was left alone to fend for himself. He grows red in the face with anger and he's just gearing himself to enter the room, when a phone rings from inside and the couple are distracted from each other's faces.
Garcia gets up from the bed and answers her phone. "Go through Penelope."
"Garcia, there's been another murder, we need to get back to the PD now." Hotch demands.
"Do I have...?"
"Yes, Garcia, you do have to come back, I'm sorry, but he killed a cop. There wasn't even a phone call. He's devolving." The line goes dead. Garcia stares back at the cell for a few seconds.
Morgan tries to sit up in bed to get a better look at her face. "What was that about?" Garcia relays the content of the conversation, flustering as she turns to gather her things.
"Will you be alright on your own for a while?" Garcia looks down at him, a concerned look forming on her face.
"On my own? I don't think so, I'm coming with you!" Morgan climbs out of bed and detaches himself from the IV attached to his arm. Garcia rushes to his side and opens her mouth to argue, but is interrupted "If the unsub is devolving and at that rate, then the team needs everyone possible working on this. Plus, I'm not just gonna sit here and miss out on all the excitement!"
Devolving, what the hell does that mean? The unsub thinks getting ready to follow his enemy subtly from the hospital. That's just like the FBI, twisting all my actions. Well I'll show them devolving!
Garcia knew better than to stop Morgan on a rampage, she'd let Hotch deal with him when they got to the station. Morgan storms out of the room, brushing away numerous nurses in his path. As he passes the front desk in the lobby, the nurse in reception calls out "Oh Agent Morgan, I see you got your message, just make sure you take it easy."
"What message?" Morgan queried not pausing on his way out of the door.
