AN: This is it, the last chapter! Thank you all for reading this story. I had a blast with it. To all of who reviewed, followed and fav'd and revisited to read the new chapters, you made my days and inspired me to keep going. You are all appreciated and loved! Enjoy!

Reid had been dozing lightly; her footsteps interrupted an otherwise peaceful sleep. The room was dark except for the soft lighting around the bed and monitors. She didn't notice him. He'd become accustomed to being invisible to those who had selfish, self-centered agendas. It used to irritate him but he'd learned that not being noticed could actually be a good thing. This was one of those times.

He watched her enter and proceed straight to Morgan's bedside as if she had the right to be there. So focused on Morgan, she didn't see him sitting in the darkness of the room. He was supposed to be confined to his apartment per doctor's orders, but he had no intentions in staying put when his best friend was lying in a hospital bed alone. Besides, he was a doctor too and even though there was no MD after his name, he was going to do what he wanted to do.

He'd been there a while arriving just as the team was headed out for dinner. In fact, he had to duck into a doorway to keep from being seen. He wasn't sure why he didn't speak up and announce his presence; somehow he felt it would be interesting to watch her, to listen to what she had to say. He wanted to see what made a promising agent turn into a sadistic, narcissistic monster. He also wanted to protect his friend if it came to that.

Morgan had made it his personal business to protect him and he'd already saved his life countless of times. Now, there he laid, defenseless against whatever Jordan had in mind.

"Hello, my love. Miss me?"

"What are you doing here?"

"Don't you know nothing can keep me away from you?"

Reid slowly stood and moved toward the bed placing his hand on his gun.

"Get away from me."

She reached for her pocket. Reid saw the handle of the knife as she pulled it from her pocket.

"I'm not leaving here without you, my love. We have unfinished business."

Morgan tried to move away from her. It was then that he noticed Reid standing ready behind her. Reid nodded at him and a rush of relief flooded his body until he saw the knife.

"Jordan, put the knife down!" Morgan demanded.

"Why didn't you call me?"

"What?"

"I know you wanted me. You should have called me."

"Drop the knife Jordan!" Reid ordered.

He knew it was time to take charge and it was up to him to take matters into his own hands. Jordan was shocked; where had he come from? He wasn't supposed to be here. Why was everyone trying to keep them apart?

"You don't understand! We belong together!"

"Drop the knife! Now!"

Jordan wasn't used to losing. She always got what she wanted. She couldn't imagine not winning. She'd kill him before she accepted defeat. This was her last chance to break Derek Morgan and if she couldn't have him in this life then she'd have him in the next.

A shot rang out. Even though he'd seen the gun in his friend's hand it still didn't prepare him to see her blood sprinkled across the white sheets that covered him or the pale blue gown he wore. Reid saw the horror and the relief in Morgan's eyes. He also saw the gratitude.

The noise had drawn attention from the staff who came rushing through the door and momentarily stopped in their tracks at the sight of the woman's body, bloody and writhing in pain.

The team had just returned from dinner when they noticed the commotion from the far end of the hall. They immediately rushed toward Morgan's room and were shocked to see Reid standing next to Morgan's bed gun at his side wide-eyed and nervous watching the chaotic scene whirling around the room.

"What happened?" Hotch asked

"Reid just saved my life, that's what happened."

Morgan leaned back onto his pillow and looked over at Reid. Reid slightly embarrassed by the acknowledgement looked away.

Garcia quickly moved to the other side of the bed and grabbed Morgan's hand.

"Are you okay? We should have never left. I knew we shouldn't have left. I told you guys we could have just ordered in…"

"Baby Girl…shh…" He began holding his hand up to her lips. "I'm fine. Really. Nothing that a clean hospital gown can't fix."

She continued to survey him not ready to accept that he was okay. He smiled at her to convince her that he hadn't received any further injuries.

"Reid, why are you here? You're supposed to be home recuperating. Doctor's orders." Hotch asked.

"I am a doctor and I'm fine."

"Reid?"

"So, I got a second opinion. Mine."

JJ, Rossi and Alex smiled shaking their heads at the idea of Reid actually saving Morgan's life.

"Well, I 'm glad he was here. I don't know what that crazy woman might have done if he hadn't been here."

"Alex, follow the nurses out. Make sure Jordan is not alone until she's back in custody."

"You got it."

"Looks like all those hours at the range finally paid off." Rossi teased.

For the next two hours the team stayed in Morgan's room, talking and enjoying each other's company relieved that they were all together safe and sound. The last several days had been a nightmare and there were times that all of them secretly doubted that they'd see their missing teammate again. It was a close call, but he was here with them now. The doctors were expecting a full recovery and they all knew that Morgan would fight to get out of that hospital bed and back in the field in record time.

It hurt when one of their own turned to the dark side. Jordan had become a part of them if only for a short while. Little did they know that her problems had begun longer than any of them realized. Now she would pay for her crimes and perhaps get the help that she had needed for a long time.

The team had proven why they were more than just co-workers, they were family who were willing to fight and even sacrifice their own lives for each other but that's what family did and for them their love far out weighed the risk that each of them was willing to face to protect each other.

It was getting late and the nurses were finally successful in shooing the rowdy group out of the room. Derek was tired but he didn't want the moment to end and he didn't want to be left alone; not tonight. He couldn't shake the horror of his ordeal with Jordan and her goons. The not knowing from moment to moment spooked him. The dark cold room that held him captive was still in the forefront of his mind. He didn't want them to know what he feared the darkness and solitude held for him.

Reid was the last one to head toward the door. Morgan hadn't had the chance to thank him properly.

"Reid."

"Yeah?"

"Can you stay for a minute?"

Reid turned back and stood next to the bed.

"Everything's been kind of crazy, man. I just wanted to thank you for saving my life."

"Morgan, you don't have to thank me."

"Yeah, I do. I'm always giving you a hard time about everything, but I just never…"

"Never thought I'd be the one to save you instead of the other way around?"

"Yeah, something like that." The both smiled at the thought.

"It sucks to be a mere mortal like the rest of us, doesn't it?"

Morgan smiled and shook his head briefly looking away.

"It's so cold."

Reid looked around the room and noticed a few blankets in another chair. He quickly grabbed one of them and spread it across Morgan who was now shivering.

"Thanks, man."

"No problem."

Reid noticed Morgan's mood change and taking a dark serious turn.

"I thought I was going to die in that place. I felt…helpless…I don't like feeling helpless."

"You're safe now. You know we wouldn't have stopped looking until we found you."

"I know. Thank you."

"It's getting late. You need to get your rest."

"Reid…"

Reid heard the panic in his friend's voice.

"I'm not leaving. That chair in the corner is actually quite comfortable."

"Thanks."

Morgan smiled in relief and shifted to a more comfortable position and relaxed under the blankets.

Reid returned the smile and nodded as the only brother he'd ever had closed his eyes and drifted quickly to sleep.

"You're welcome."

"The more one does and sees and feels, the more one is able to do, and the more genuine may be one's appreciation of fundamental things like home, and love, and understanding companionship." -Amelia Earhart