Author's note:
Morgan walked in into the bullpen and saw Emily teasing Reid. He rushed up behind her and wrapped his arms around her before lifting her off the ground. "You picking on my baby brother?!" He asked.
"Derek!" Emily cried, laughing. "Put me down!"
"Oh, I don't know. I just love you sooooooooo much!" He teased, giving her a big squeeze.
Emily laughed and struggled to get free from Morgan's monstrous arms.
"Morgan," Hotch called from the doorway of his office. "Put Prentiss down. Prentiss, stop picking on Reid."
"Sorry Hotch," Morgan and Emily said in sync, Morgan releasing Emily from his firm grasp.
Later that day there was a meeting. Hotch and his team took the tables in the very back of the room. Hotch and Rossi at the table to the left, Morgan and Reid at the table in the middle, and JJ and Emily at the table to the right. Morgan and Reid instantly started passing notes as soon as the meeting began.
So. Anything new happening in the exciting life of Derek Morgan?
Lol. Just trying to finish the shit load of paperwork on my desk.
I was right. Sounds like a lot of fun!
Yeah. Almost as fun as a stake out. -_-
Lol. But what is your idea of fun?
Hanging out with you and goofing off at work.
Mine is finding the scientific errors in movies.
Why does that not surprise me?
Because you're my best friend and we know almost everything about each other?
Good point.
A piece of paper hit Reid in the head. Both Reid and Morgan turned and saw Hotch glaring at them. Hotch mouthed 'Pay attention!' Morgan and Reid slouched in their chairs and crossed their arms.
"At least I only got yelled at once today, unlike you. You are always getting yelled at nowadays," Reid mocked. Morgan kicked him under the table and instantly regretted it when he saw the tears form in Reid's eyes. He didn't mean to kick the kid that hard. He heard a chair scrap against the floor to his left and saw Hotch stand up with rage burning in his eyes. Morgan had never seen him so mad before . Hotch pointed to the hallway and Morgan hesitated before following Hotch out of the room.
When Morgan came back into the room, still shaken up over the screaming he got for making Reid cry, he saw Reid pull up the leg of his pants and revealed a large bruise . Morgan instantly felt a pang of guilt and just slumped down in his seat. Not even bothering to pay attention or pass notes. He just kept his head down and ignored everyone.
When the meeting was over Morgan went straight to his desk and started doing paperwork.
Emily was teasing Reid and said, "Your idea of fun is organizing periodic table alphabetically. Right Morgan?"
Morgan ignored her and continued writing. Emily walked over to him and teased, "Are you still upset because Daddy yelled at you?"
Morgan slammed his pen down and yelled, "Can't a man do his paperwork in peace?!" He stood up, grabbed some of the paperwork and stormed out of the bullpen. Emily, JJ and Reid stared after him, jaws dropped.
"Where is Morgan?" Hotch called, walking into the bullpen and stopping at Morgan's empty desk.
Morgan walked back in and grabbed him phone off his desk.
"Where is your report?" Hotch asked him.
"I'm working on it!" Morgan snapped before walking away again.
"What did you say to him?" Emily whispered.
Hotch just continued to stare after Morgan before turning and walking into his office.
The next day Morgan ignored everyone and only spoke when he was forced to. The guilt, anger, and frustration that he was feeling made it difficult to concentrate. He was sitting in an empty interrogation room filling out the paperwork when the door opened and Hotch stepped in. "I'm kind of busy here." He said.
"Morgan-," Hotch started.
Morgan cut him off. "I'm not finished with the report yet. I would have been if people would stop interrupting me." And if I could focus, he added mentally.
"Morgan," Hotch tried again. "I'm not here about your report." Morgan looked up at him curiously. "I am here to talk to you about what happened yesterday."
"There is nothing to talk about." Morgan said, standing up. "You hate me. Reid hates me. Emily and JJ are pissed at me. Even Garcia wont talk to me anymore. I really can't take you yelling at me right now Hotch."
"You honestly think that I hate you?" Hotch asked, astounded.
Morgan nodded and looked away. Hotch walked over to him.
"I didn't come here to yell at you." Hotch told him. "I came here to apologize. I over reacted yesterday and I just wanted to say that I am sorry. I don't hate you Derek. And you know that Reid and Garcia could never hate you. Prentiss and JJ... Well that's a different story."
Morgan gave a slight chuckle at that last part. He yawned and rubbed his eyes, something Hotch picked up on immediately.
"Did you get any sleep last night?" he asked. Morgan shook his head. "Go and lay down on my couch. I don't want you falling asleep at your desk."
After some complaining on the way to Hotch's office, Morgan finally gave in. "Fine, but tell the team in sorry. Especially Reid." He told Hotch as he layed down on the couch. Hotch went and sat at his desk. Soon he could hear Morgan's breathing slow as he slipped into sleep. Hotch smiled and gazed fondly at his sleeping agent.
