Penelope Garcia was a woman on a mission. She didn't know what she was looking for. No, scratch that. She knew exactly what she was looking for. But she sure as hell did not want to find it.

But she did.

And when she did, she couldn't help but burst into tears, right there, in the middle of the hospital waiting room the team had come to call home.

"Baby girl." Morgan was the first one to her side, pulling her shaking body into a firm but gentle hug.

"I did a thing," she choked.

"What kind of thing?" JJ turned towards her from her spot next to Will, clutching his hand.

"A kind of thing that I had no legal right to do but I had to because one of my babies is hurting and when one of you hurts I hurt and I'm just so tired of everybody hurting."

"Garcia?" Hotch redirected.

"I hacked Reid's medical file."

"You did what?" Rossi hissed.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. But I had to know for sure. I know I'm not a profiler, but I just couldn't get it out of my head."

"Penelope, what are you talking about?" It was Tara that spoke, even though she had a hunch she knew where this was going.

Before Garcia could respond, Rossi stepped in between her and Morgan, his eyes pleading with her to stop talking. "Penelope, don't say anything," he all but begged. "It's not our place."

JJ felt shivers run down her spine. She braced herself to ask the question, even though she knew she already had the answer. "Place to what? What's going on?"

"Yeah, Rossi, what the HELL is going on?" Morgan was livid. He couldn't imagine that there was something being kept from him when it came to his little brother's wellbeing.

"The doctors ran a rape kit on Reid."

Before anyone had a chance to say anything else, Hotch interjected. "That's standard procedure."

JJ fought back. "Only sometimes. Only when it's evident. It wasn't evident with Reid."

Morgan clenched his fists. "And?"

"What?" Penelope turned, slightly caught off guard.

"And?" Morgan repeated. "The results of the rape kit."

"Morgan…" Rossi all but pushed his colleague away from the wall he was about the punch.

"They were positive."

"No fucking chance."

"Morgan."

"Did you know? Did you all know?" He looked from person to person, frantic for answers.

"No. No, Morgan. I didn't know," JJ supplied, tears streaming down her face now as well.

"None of us knew for sure. But… there may have been ideas," Will supported gently.

"I knew," Rossi whispered into the room.

Silence.

"You what?" If looks could kill, Rossi would have been a dead man. Hotch braced himself in case Morgan decided to turn looks into actions.

"He asked for me that night at the hospital. The forensic nurse couldn't account for underwear. I was there when they ran the rape kit."

"And you didn't think, for one fucking second, to tell the rest of us? His team? His motherfucking family?" Morgan was shouting, inches away from Rossi's face.

"He made it clear that he didn't want anyone to know. He told everyone that he was robbed. He wanted it to stay that way."

"Why the fuck would he do that?"

"Maybe he was ashamed, or embarrassed."

"He has no reason to be."

"We know that," Tara interjected, "and I suspect somewhere in the back of his mind he knows that too. Maybe we have to show him."