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The next day

Morgan felt a dull pain across his body, part of him knew that he should have been in more pain. He fought through the dark haze pressing down on his mind and opened his eyes sluggishly. He let out a small smile when he saw Garcia asleep, her head and arms resting on the edge of his hospital bed. Looking around he noticed no-one else was with him. He looked down to his hand and saw that it was completely wrapped up and resting on a small arm. He refused to move it in fear of pain so kept it still. Reaching his uninjured hand out, he stroked it through Garcia's hair. A smile came across his face as Garcia's eyes opened and looked at him, she immediately sat up and wiped her tired eyes.

"You're awake," she smiled before taking his hand into her own, she brought it up and kissed the back of it. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm not in pain," Morgan answered. "I guess I'm on pain medication."

"The doctor also advised that you don't try to move too much. You have a large amount of stitches on your back, you need to avoid tearing them," Garcia said.

"Garcia, where is Reid? Is he okay?" Morgan asked, his voice urgent and worried. He watched Garcia tense slightly. "Garcia, please tell me he's alive."

"Morgan, he's alive but we don't know the full extent of his condition yet. When Hotch and Emily found him, he was attached to an ECT machine. He had been attached to it for an extended amount of time," Garcia explained.

"What does that mean? Is he awake?" Morgan pressed further. "Just tell me, baby girl."

"He was unresponsive when Hotch and Emily found him, he just stared straight ahead. On the way to the hospital, he started to scream and cry. They had to sedate him," Garcia continued. "He hasn't woken up since. The doctor explained to us that he is in a very deep sleep and for the few days he will be awake for short amounts of time. When he wakes up for a longer amount of time, they can give him a full diagnosis. He has a broken wrist from convulsing on the bed. Morgan, he'll be okay. We just need to give him time to heal."

"I should have saved him sooner," Morgan said angrily. "I should have found a way. Instead, I just watched him get tortured mentally. Garcia, he was so afraid."

Garcia brought her other hand and used the back of her hand to stroke the his cheek. "Morgan, sweetheart. This is not your fault. The team caught the bastards who did this to you. They will pay for what they did to you and Reid. Don't you dare think any of this is your fault. The warehouse was searched. We found a hardrive. It has footage of Reid in the padded room. I haven't watched it."

"They tried to make him think he was crazy. I had to watch them do that. Reid kept calling for my help, he screamed for me to come and save him. I couldn't help him, I failed him," Morgan said as his eyes began to water.

"Come here," Garcia said tearfully before she moved and hugged Morgan gently. "It's okay. Let it out. I'm here, I'm not leaving your side."

Reid

Everything felt light, nothing seemed to make sense. He was in a peaceful vacuum he opened his eyes and stared in front of him. His mind was empty, withdrawn and afraid. He didn't know why he felt afraid. Deep down, he knew he should know his name. He just didn't want to leave the peaceful place. The safe place. Something waved in front of his face. It was another face. A distant voice tried to talk to him but he didn't want to listen. He just wanted to close his eyes again.

Hotch

Hotch read through the three files in front of him, his jaw clenched his anger. He looked looked down at the files and felt a heavy guilt inside of him. He remembered the unsub's mother very clearly. He remembered the case very clearly, he never thought that her children would have turned into monsters. Ross Griffin, Eric Griffin and Arthur Griffin. The three names that would haunt him for the rest of his life. Their mother had been brutally beaten and then shot to death, they had arrived an hour later to find her body and her three young boys hiding in the closet. They caught the killer a few days later. Hotch closed the case file he was currently reading and placed it on a nearby table. He rubbed his eyes for a moment before looking up to the bed.

His chest tightened for a moment as he saw Reid's brown eyes staring in front of him. Hotch pressed the call button for a nurse before making his way to Reid's side.

"Reid, it's Hotch. Can you hear me?" Hotch called as he stood in front of Reid

Reid's eyes stared ahead, a lost and frightened look in his eyes. A small, petite nurse walked into the room and over to Reid's bedside. She checked the monitors before turning her attention to the bed.

"Spencer, my name is Kara. You are at the hospital. Can you respond to me? Can you blink?" the nurse urged.

Hotch felt a pang of disappointment as he watched Reid's eyes close again.

"This is going to be normal for the next few days," the nurse smiled before making her way to leave the room. "Thank you calling for a nurse, please do it again when he wakes up again."

Hotch nodded numbly before returning to his seat. He ran a hand through his hair to try and calm himself.

"Reid, I don't if you can here me right now but I need to say this to you. I'm so sorry that this happened to you, I promised you when you came to the BAU that you would have a team and a family to support you. We just didn't get to you fast enough. I hope one day you can forgive me. I hope that you remember the team when you wake up. We are not ready to lose you, we never will be. You need to fight and be strong," Hotch said quietly. "You have saved a lot of people being on this team, you need to wake up so you can save so many more.

Emily

Emily stared at Arthur Griffin with disgust, she struggled to keep the emotional side of herself from taking over. A very strong part of her wanted to walk into the room and show him the true meaning of pain. She couldn't though. Personal justice wouldn't help Morgan or Reid. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath in. The calming breath help push the anger down, she kept some though, she was not going to show this man anything. In that interrogation room, her heart was as solid as stone.

Walking into the room, he immediately noticed her. There was a small bandage on his head from where hitting the concrete floor, a black bruise blossomed across his cheek. She scraped the chair along the floor as she pulled it out, the loud screeching noise made Arthur wince in pain. The headache from his healing concussion he was experiencing was now double as painful. Emily had to suppress the smile that wanted to arrive on her lips.

"Arthur Alexander Griffin, my name is Emily Prentiss. Although by the research we found at the warehouse concerning the BAU team, you already knew my name," Emily spoke stoically.

Arthur remained silent.

"You have waived your right to have a lawyer present, I am also here to inform you that your brother, Eric Griffin, is deceased. I am here to discuss the kidnapping torture and attempted murder of Doctor Spencer Reid and Agent Derek Morgan."

"How is Agent Morgan? Dying, I hope," Arthur grinned before looking down at his handcuffs.

"He is alive and doing well," Emily responded. The grin disappeared from Arthur's face.

"Shame," Arthur sighed. "At least I can take joy in the fact that Agent Morgan will always be haunted by memories of what we did to Dr Reid."

"You admit to the charges being brought against you," Emily confirmed.

"Yes, I confess to all charges. I just regret not killing them both sooner."

"You are going away for a long time after what you did to them," Emily said as she looked into Arthur's eyes.

"I know but Dr Reid and Agent Morgan will be haunted for a lot longer," Arthur smirked.

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