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A year and half ago
Morgan stirred from his doze as his cellphone began to ring. He rose up from the couch and slid his thumb over the screen to answer Reid's call. "Hey, kid. What's up?"
"Sorry, Derek, Reid can't come to the phone right now," a mystery voice came down the phone. "He's a little tied up at the moment."
"Who the hell is this?" Morgan growled. "What have you done with Reid?"
"Oh, we've just been spending some quality time together. I have to stay that he doesn't like it when I play with your beloved Garcia's hair."
"What?" Morgan said as he gripped his phone tighter. "Let them go, you bastard."
"Oh, there would be no sport in that," the voice laughed down the phone. "You have twenty minutes to come to the address I just sent to your phone. You'll go to the roof with the flag. I have a trace on your cellphone which will tell me if you make any detours or make any phone calls for help. I also have a tap on your main line too. Any call for help or any sign of the cops and I kill them. One more thing."
There was a small ruffle before small sobs filled his ear.
"Morgan," Garcia cried before she let out a small cry of pain. Morgan heard a muffled angry sound in the background and knew it was Reid.
"I'm coming. Don't hurt them!"
Morgan rushed up the stairs of the building he had been told to go to. He opened the door to the roof and walked onto it. He stopped dead in his tracks as he saw two of the most important people in the world hanging by a small cable attached to a pair of handcuffs around each of their wrists. Their feet barely touched the edge of the roof. Garcia's make-up had streaked down her cheeks and a nasty bruise was developing on her cheek. A gag in her mouth muffled her cries. Reid had blood staining under his nose and a black eye developing. A man came out from behind a small wall on the roof with a gun aimed at Morgan. "Nineteen minutes," the man smiled. "Impressive."
"Please, let them go. If you want someone, then take me but let them go."
"No, although if you're a good little agent then one of them can go home with you. You can call me sir. Dr Reid's gun is under that blanket on the crate. Go and pick it up, now."
Morgan walked over to the crate while never taking his eyes of Reid and Garcia. He pulled away the blanket and picked up Reid's revolver. The cold tip of the man's gun touched Morgan's neck. "Step back till I stop."
Morgan did as he was ordered and walked back to face Reid and Garcia. The man walked around to face Morgan with the gun still raised but stepped back slightly. "Here is your chance to save one of them. Do you see the monitor on the cable? That is attached to a small device that is monitoring their pulses. You're wonderful objective is to shoot one of them in the heart to save the other. If you don't kill them within the time limit, they both drop into the river below. Choices all around. So, who will it be? Oh, and before you get any ideas about turning that gun on me, I have a monitor on my wrist that will activate the drop device if there is a spike in my heart rate."
The revolver shook in Morgan's hand as the man walked over to Reid and pulled out the gag. He did the same with Garcia. "I can't," Morgan breathed heavily. "I won't shoot them."
"You have no choice. Kill one or lose them both. That water is awfully cold and trust me, you won't get to them in time to save them. PICK!"
"Morgan, shoot me," Reid called as he looked over to Garcia. "Just shoot me. It's okay. Garcia needs to make it. I know you can't survive without her. Just do it."
"I can't survive without either of you," Morgan shook his head as tears came to his eyes.
"Yes, you can," Reid cried as he took a shaky breath. "Save her."
"You're running out of time," the man taunted as he grinned.
"No," Garcia sobbed as a shiver ran through her body. She turned to the man. "No, don't make him do this. PLEASE!"
"You agents have to be taught a lesson," the man sighed with a smile. "You've all been overstepping your bounds. Your team has a reputation. Thirty seconds, Derek."
"Morgan, shoot me!" Reid yelled. "It's okay. Just shoot me. Save her."
"I can't," Morgan cried as the gun shook his hand. He tried to think of any way to save them both but every scenario that ran through his mind ended with one of them dying or both.
Reid closed his eyes and let a tear fall down his cheek. "Morgan, you don't have a choice. Please, she has to survive. You can't lose her and I can't watch her die. Just shoot me. I'll be with Maeve again and just take care of my mom. Please, it's the only way she'll survive."
"NO!" Garcia shouted. "No, Reid, stop it!"
"Five, four," the man began to shout.
"MORGAN, DO IT!" Reid screamed.
Morgan brought up the gun and fired the gun. He looked up to see that Reid's body had become limp. The monitor on the cable flat lined and the sound of cable snapping filled the air.
"NO!" Garcia screamed as she watched the cable snap and Reid's body fall from the roof. Morgan dropped the gun and rushed at the man who had watched Reid fall with a sickening look of glee on his face. He pushed him over the side of the roof with a shove and sprinted over to Garcia as the monitor on her cable went red. He jumped out and caught her wrist as she began to fall. He pulled her up and held her tightly. She crawled to the edge of the roof and cried hysterically as she saw no sign of Reid, only the ripples of where his body had fallen into the water.
"Reid," she began to hyperventilate. "No, please no. REID!"
Morgan rushed to her and put his arms around her. He cried with her as he looked at the ripples of where Reid had fallen. He had barely been present in his mind when he had pulled the trigger but he knew he had shot him in the heart.
He began to cry uncontrollably as he realised he had just murdered his best friend and little brother.
Present
As Morgan came back to the present, he was tempted to go inside and find something to drink. As soon as the thought came, he shoved the thought away. For two months after that night, he had stayed either at home or in bars to drink himself till it stopped hurting. He had woken up in hospital twice with the team around him and was forced into a rehab after Hotch had told him it was either the team and his job or the alcohol. Garcia had visited him everyday and helped him through the worst days. It was a few days after leaving rehab that they had fallen into each other's arms and made love. In that one night they conceived their son and they both leaned on each other for support. They didn't need to fall in love because they had loved each other for so many years already. He remembered the nightmares and the way Garcia would hold him and he remembered holding her and stroking her hair after she had woken up screaming. They had been able to replace some of the pain that had come from Reid's death with joy when Spencer was born. He would always remember that day. The smell of his newborn son's head and the kiss he had placed on his forehead were carved into his memory.
He hated Reid and he couldn't stop the fury rushing through his veins. Everyone in the family had suffered while he had been training to be stronger and to go on a mission that was never his responsibility. His responsibility should have been to come home and stop the pain and make the nightmares go away. Part of Morgan wished that Reid had stayed away and stayed dead in their minds. They had grieved and the pain had just started to lessen when he had reappeared. Every wound that he had worked so hard to close inside of his heart had ripped open again.
Garcia came through the doors and stared at him. "Morgan, he's alive. That's all that should matter."
Morgan turned around with tears on the edge of his eyes. "He almost destroyed this family by staying away. I can't forgive him as easily as the rest of you. You saw what I did to myself. I almost drank myself to death twice and I was self destructive. Garcia, the whole team struggled with his death. He left his godson thinking that his godfather was dead. Henry had to go to grief counselling. What he did was wrong. I will always be in his debt for saving our baby and for killing Armstrong but it doesn't mean I have to forgive him for what he did. I can't go back in there. If you want me, I'll be in the nursery with the baby."
Morgan walked into the house and past the living room to upstairs. He walked into the nursery and turned off the monitor. He didn't want the others to hear him. He brought his sleeping son into his arms and sat down on the rocking chair in the corner. Kissing Spencer's forehead, he didn't know where he would be without his son.
"I'm never going to leave you," Morgan whispered as his eyes watered. "Never."
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