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Hotch; Rossi, Prentiss, JJ and Reid left the elevator in a rush, the women had both cried on one another. All had had the conversation when they found out; the past feeling like it was on repeat.

'No, no, no.' They heard Morgan's voice and hurried up. There he was pacing his hands on his heads, tear fleeing his eye. 'This can't be happening... not now. Not ever.'

'Morgan.' Hotch said and Morgan stopped and turned to face him. 'What's happening?'

'She flat lined over 30 minutes.' He said almost too frantically for Morgan.

Tears left JJ's eyes now that she was here, everything was on the outer perimeter now. 'JJ come here.' Morgan said opening his arms for her, now the team were here he wasn't the only one of the 6 there so he felt stronger, still panicked but not ready to break. JJ hugged him but pushed on his arms by accident; she felt the bandage and pulled away. 'It's a graze.'

'You got shot too!'

'It's okay ma'am, it truly is a graze, a hefty graze but a through and through graze that he got seen to.' Sean said stepping forward. 'I'm Sean Stevenson.'

'The man that has kept Penelope awake most days.' Morgan added. 'Sean, mine and Penelope's team, Hotch, Rossi, Reid, JJ and Prentiss.' They smiled and saw the door open and the doctor leave the room.

'We've revived her, she's awake but we can't remove the ventilator.' The doctor told them as he approached.

'So what are you saying?'

'The rest of the 48 hours are still crucial to her but we have kept her on high paralytics so her lungs only breathe with the aid of the machine.'

'Why can't she breathe on her own?'

'Because we need to lessen the trauma, she is awake like I said, give her a couple of more hours for the sedatives, anaesthetics and this dose of pain relief to wear off and she could probably answer questions.'

'Is it that easy?'

'Yes it is... that woman in there is a miracle, her vitals are up, her blood counts balanced out, she doesn't seem to have brain damage from any of the questions we asked so far so I would say the prognosis is looking good.' Everyone looked at one another and breathed out the pent up breathes. 'We'll keep her on the ventilator for a couple of days to give her strength but someone is welcome to go in at a time. She needs to be kept calm but tomorrow I see no reason not allowing more of you in at one time.' Everyone nodded and took a seat leaving Morgan standing. 'Seems to be you.' Morgan nodded and walked into the room.

The first thing he noticed was her staring at the ceiling, tears streaking her face, he walked straight up to her and captured her hand in his, in perfect contrast. She looked at him. 'Thank you.' He spoke to the heavens, he did this more after the first time she had been shot and now God was nearly instilled in him for saving her again.

She raised her hand shakily and tapped her shoulder. 'I'm fine baby girl.' He said as he pushed some blonde curls back. 'Perfectly fine.' He enforced again, and watched her eyes began to look heavy. 'Go back to sleep princess.' He bent down and kissed her forehead. When he was certain she was asleep he left the room but stood nearby not wanting her to be alone.

'Everything okay?'

'Yeah... she remembers I was shot but that's all she did before she fell back to sleep.' They all nodded and looked in from the corridor at Garcia. Hours later Morgan was still in the room, everyone nearby, conversation flowing intermittently. She opened her eyes again, the urge to take a deep breath not there, she squeezed the hand in hers and felt Morgan jump up. 'Hey baby girl.' She saw his large smile and all she could do was blink at him and then gestured for a pad and pen, he looked around and then ran from the room, peaking everyone's attention, he came back in and held the board with the paper on as she wrote in a shaky scribble, unrecognisable as Garcia's usual curly elegant writing. Her hand dropped tiredly on her lap as she finished. 'He knew.' Derek said aloud and Penelope then raised her hand and scribbled more. 'F.B.I.' He looked at her and remembered what the Unsub had said before he opened fire. 'I wasn't wrong then.' His eyes widened. 'Hang on there baby girl.' She nodded her head in a slight movement and closed her eyes and allowed her hand to drop again. He left the room and approached everyone. 'The Unsub knew we were FBI.'

'But how?'

'Ask Garcia if she is up for some questions.' Hotch said standing up. Morgan retreated into the room and Hotch felt his phone vibrate. Morgan came straight back out and saw Hotch snap his phone down. 'Your mom's at the airport.'

'Okay Pen's asleep.'

'Okay well it can wait, Prentiss with me, Rossi, Reid and Sean go and see if there is any way he could've known from the police department.' Everyone dispersed, Morgan and JJ entering Garcia's room, there was only one extra person not a whole party.

Throughout the next 30 minutes Garcia's eyes opened and closed in an extremely interrupted sleep, Morgan was standing over her as she wrote more scribble. 'Knew = names.' He said aloud, looking at JJ and back at Garcia. 'He knew our names?' She nodded and looked confused slightly; he noticed the pen loosening her had. 'Right P... you need to keep some energy, Hotch wants to ask some question... are you okay to do that?'

'Try something new.' JJ said approaching. 'Take her hand in yours... Pen, squeeze Derek's hand once for no and twice for yes... understand?' They watched Garcia squeeze once, then twice. 'Easier?' One squeeze then two. 'See it works.' JJ said to Morgan with a smile. 'I'm going to go see if there's any sign of the others. See you in a minute.'

Morgan watched JJ leave and turned his attention to Garcia. 'I need you to listen, okay?' 2 squeezes. 'I love you baby girl... you scared me so much back there and to be honest I'm still really scared. I want to take you from this but I can't and that scares me.' He saw the tears gathering. 'I was going to ask you this at a more appropriate time but baby but for now I'm going to give you this ring and your necklace.' Garcia looked around urgently and made the gesture for the pen. He grabbed it, trying to calm her down as fast as possible. 'Ring?' He said and laughed. 'I want to marry you baby girl.' He caught a tear. 'I will do it properly but for now, I want you to know.' He bent down and kissed her and then wrapped the necklace in her spare hand. 'I promised.' She scribbled down. 'You did and you kept it, thank you for coming back to me.' He watched her again. 'Always.' She wrote and he smiled at the words, he then heard talking. 'I'm going to guess that they are here.'

'Who?' The scribble came.

'Hotch, JJ, Prentiss and my mom.' Her eyes widened slightly. 'She wasn't taking no for an answer baby girl.'

'She awake?' Hotch said from the door way.

'Yeah.'

'Go to your mom and come back in.' Morgan complied and went out to his mom as Hotch took his place. 'I've seen you look better Garcia, I must admit.' She rolled her eyes. 'It had to be you.' He laughed as she rolled them harder this time, knowing that was her sarcasm temporarily. He looked around at Morgan hugging his mom.

'You okay son?'

'Yeah I'm better now.'

'How about Penelope?'

'Awake... I'm going to go back in there.' Morgan's mom smiled encouragingly and caught a glimpse of Garcia as Hotch moved, she saw the blonde hair, the big brown eyes Derek was always going on about and then the breathing tube and she panicked, but Prentiss and JJ sat her down and discussed everything they knew.

'Hey baby girl... you ready for some questions?' He put her hand in his and she squeezed it double, he looked at Hotch. 'JJ developed a good way to do this without tiring Pen too much.'

Hotch nodded. 'Garcia did you recognise the Unsub?' One squeeze. 'Did he know you?' Two squeezes, but a hesitant pause between them, she looked at Morgan and he grabbed the pen and pad again. 'No name.' She scribbled. 'FBI. Anna. James.' Hotch furrowed his brow and then watched. 'Plan.' She wrote and underlined it. 'He had a plan?' She nodded her head slightly. 'Did he tell you?' She lifted her hand up, Morgan put the pad near. 'Lock the door... get the tech.' Hotch looked at Morgan and the back down again. 'Did he say why?' He watched her scribble again. 'Eliminate.'