Garcia's eyes fluttered open as she reached to shield her them from the bright light. She squinted and slowly sat forward, someone's hand on her back helping her. She pulled herself into a hunched over position, hugging her knees for a few seconds until the wave of nausea passed.

The blonde lifted her head to see Morgan leaning over her with a worried look. She studied her surroundings then realized she was back in her office. "How did I get here?" She croaked and rubbed the sleep from her eyes.

"You passed out in the bathroom; I brought you back here… It's probably not eating proper food for a while that caused it" Morgan explained after sitting down in the swivel chair. He watched her for a few more moments then continued. "You were telling someone to not tell her… Do you remember that?"

Garcia slowly shook her head and roughly rubbed her face. "The last thing I can remember was combing my hair" She lied, now wasn't the time to tell him about what she'd seen and remembered.

"Do you think it might have something to do with the dream? With Emily?" Morgan persisted with desperation tugging at his voice.

"I don't remember" Garcia mumbled and stood, moving toward the door.

"Garcia, please. You must remember something" He called then grabbed her wrist to stop her leaving.

The blonde slowly turned round and glared at the man. "Even if I did remember it's my decision who I tell, not yours" She growled before snatching her arm free and leaving the room.

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Reid took a sip of coffee then placed the plastic cup on the side, he'd had his fair share of crappy coffee but this PD's machine was definitely the worst. Even the five teaspoons of sugar he'd poured into it hadn't helped the bitter taste although it seemed to carry just as much caffeine in the small amount of liquid.

"Have you talked to Garcia recently?" JJ suddenly asked. Reid turned from his spot in front of the maps and Rossi looked up. "She's been acting strange lately, hasn't anyone else noticed?"

"I talked to her this morning and she seemed ok" Reid said with a small shrug.

"I was talking to her yesterday and she sounded like she was half asleep. It took her a while to answer the phone and then she didn't want to talk like she usually does" JJ explained.

"She deals with grief differently than the rest of us" Rossi stated then took a sip of coffee. "She just needs some time to deal with everything before she's ready to talk"

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"We'll be back by in a few hours; you should go home and get some sleep" Hotch instructed through the phone to Garcia. He paused for a moment; his eyes glancing over the sleeping bodies sprawled across the jet, then cleared his throat. "Where's Morgan?"

"He went home a couple of hours ago. I think he had a headache or something" Garcia mumbled in response while getting up off her chair and picking up her bag. "I'm gonna go home now, I'll see you guys tomorrow morning"

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"Garcia, do you-" Morgan began but paused when the blonde brushed past him without looking back. "Garcia?" He repeated before the woman strolled out of the room.

"What was that about?" Reid asked after watching Morgan being ignored, his eyes glancing up at the man with a confused look.

"I don't know…" He mumbled before jogging out of the room and toward the lair. "Hey, Garcia?" Morgan called while catching up with the blonde. "Garcia!" He shouted when he was ignored again.

Garcia paused then growled "I'm not in the mood, Derek" before continuing her walk.

"You can't just ignore me forever" Morgan reminded her while starting his chase with a fast walk again.

"I'm warning you, Morgan. Leave me alone"

"Garcia, I've always been here for you. That's not gonna change just because-" The lair door slamming shut behind Garcia stopped him from saying anything else. "Garcia" Morgan pleaded as he reached the door, a hand resting on the solid wood. "I'm sorry, ok? I'm sorry at snapping at you, I'm sorry for not supporting you and I'm sorry for not listening to you. I just… All I could think was you had been dreaming about her and that maybe it meant something"

Garcia slowly pulled open the door and looked up at Morgan; he didn't look like the strong or confident man she knew anymore. He looked broken and hopeless. "I'm sorry" She whispered in a barely audible voice. "I'm just not ready... I don't know when I will be but I promise you when I am we can talk about this then" She offered then smiled weakly when he nodded and pulled her into a tight hug. "I hate this feeling"

"I know" Morgan mumbled while rubbing her back soothingly and holding his eyes shut to stop them watering.

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"Agent Morgan?" Mr. Foster, Morgan's psychologist, repeated. "Did you hear what I said?"

"I heard I just chose to ignore it" Morgan quipped while sitting up in his chair and glancing round the white room.

"You know why you've been assigned weekly meetings with me don't you, Derek?" Morgan stared out the window without flinching at the man's question so he continued. "You refused to talk to Agent Hotchner. It's obvious you haven't dealt with your grief enough to be out in the field and it's becoming apparent that even office work might be too much"

"I've dealt with my 'grief' just fine, thanks" Morgan stated with a sour smile. "Just because it doesn't apply to the checklist pencil pushers have, doesn't mean I haven't"

"Why is it then that all the other field agents have returned to work as normal and yet you are stuck in a cramped little office?" Mr Foster asked, a pleased look returning to his face when the agent didn't answer. "The thing is, Derek, I have the final say on whether you can return to the field… And at the moment, you aren't convincing me you're up to it"

"What would you know about field work? You… You sit here in your cosy office and listen to people spill their hearts out then tick a few boxes and get to go home to your cushy bed. Emily worked her ass off every single day and she died just to protect one kid! She deserved to have a nice home, not you!" Morgan shouted, his eyes blazing fiercely. "She deserved a home and a husband and a little baby but she didn't get any of that because she had to protect people like you! So if you don't think I'm ready for field work then maybe you're right, because I'm tired of seeing good people give everything they've got to the public when they don't even care" Morgan mumbled in a defeated tone.