"Please…no!"

"Come on, just relax…"

"No…I just want to go home!"

"But we haven't even gone fishing yet."

"NO!"

Derek jerked awake. The sudden movement of his body springing nearly out of bed sent pain through his chest sending him back onto the bed with a thud. His heart was pumping and he was breathing hard as if he'd just run ten miles. Nothing made sense as he looked around the room…why was he here and where was the little boy?

The door opened slowly drawing is attention away from his current situation and on the older woman who'd stepped into the room. She had kind eyes and a sweet smile he felt comforted some how; it was just what he needed at that moment.

"Good morning."

She stopped just short of his bed examining him as if waiting for permission to come closer. His heart was still beating a mile a minute he continued to watch her standing patiently.

"My name is Fran. Fran Morgan."

"G-Good morning, wait…Fran Morgan?"

"Yes. I'm your mother."

His body went limp against the bed tears streamed uncontrollably from his eyes as she took his sudden emotions as her permission to go to him. He couldn't stop the tears he didn't want to cry in front of a complete stranger, besides he needed to find that little boy, he was in trouble, he was all alone with the bad man…he was hurting him…Then just as the woman reached him gently pulling him into her arms Derek realized that the little boy was him.

BAU Headquarters – Quantico, VA – later –

"…But JJ, he's all alone!"

"I know Garcia but we didn't have a choice! This case in New York is really bad. The Morgan we all know would be the first one to tell us to go."

"Yeah but that's just it, he's not the Morgan we all know. He's…He's lost and alone, and hurt…it's not fair, JJ!"

"I know it's not, Garcia, but he's strong and he's going to get his memory back…"

"I hope you're right! I need my Chocolate Thunder back to keep me warm at night..."

"TMI, Garcia. Now about those searches, we'll be landing in an hour."

"On it…Garcia out!"

Garcia ended her call moments before she heard a knock on her door.

"Enter at your own risk!"

"Hi Penelope! Welcome back!"

Garcia continued typing fiercely on the keyboard without turning around. She wasn't in the mood for Kevin today.

"Hi Kevin. What can I do you for?"

"I uh just wanted to check in."

"Check in? Kevin, you haven't, checked in, since we broke up!"

"Yeah, uh, I know but we're still friends, right?"

Enough was enough and she didn't have the energy for this today, she stopped what she was doing and slowly turned to face him.

"Listen Kevin, I don't want to be rude, but the team is on their way to New York on a gnarly case and I already have a ton of searches to run. Derek is still in the hospital in San Diego, I'm worried sick about him and I don't have time for anything else!"

"Look, I know you're busy and Morgan is on your mind, I just wanted to make sure you were okay. I know you and when you get stressed you don't take care of yourself."

Then he slyly pulled a white bakery box from behind his back offering it to her.

"A midafternoon snack. It'll help keep your energy up."

She'd been horrible to him and she felt guilty as he stood there with a sweet puppy dog look on his face. It was sweet in a pitiful sort of way. What did she ever see in him, she thought. She smiled and took the box looking inside.

"A red velvet cupcake! Oh, Kevin how sweet! I'm so sorry for being so mean earlier."

"No worries, no need to apologize. In fact, I'm going to get out of your hair I'm helping a friend move and I'm running late."

As the door closed she ran her index finger lightly across the top of the oversized treat and licked the icing off of her finger…just what she needed.

Mercy Hospital – San Diego, Ca. –

"I'm sorry it took me so long to get here. I was on a vacation and the bureau had a hard time reaching me."

"It's okay you're here now that's all that matters."

Mother and son talked for the next several minutes. He welcomed and needed the company even though the woman next to him was a complete stranger. Still, he found comfort in her presence and more importantly it kept his mind off of the little boy.

"I'm surprised your team isn't here all of you are inseparable."

"Really?"

Fran needed to be careful about what she said. The doctors had warned her not to influence his memories otherwise it would hinder his recovery.

"You talk about them a lot, especially…"

She saw the hope in his eyes and the anticipation of something that would help him piece his life together.

"Especially, what?"

"It's just…I don't think I should say...the doctors warned me about…"

"Please…tell me…I need to know what my life was like before. Everybody is a stranger, everything is a blank and it's driving me crazy, please."

A light knock on the door interrupted their conversation as Dr. Amsale stepped in.

"Hello. How's my patient doing today?"

Morgan looked at Fran and then at the doctor.

"Better, doc. This is my mother, Fran Morgan."

"My pleasure." He said extending his hand to her.

"How would you like to go home?"

"Home?"

He didn't know where that was. He felt himself panicking. Fran noticed the fear in his eyes and she had to step in.

"Uh, doctor, what if he were to come home to Chicago? His sisters and I can take care of him until he's back on his feet."

"I don't see why not. I can refer you to a doctor there and you'll have to take it easy for the next several weeks."

"I don't know what to say…"

"Say yes, Baby Boy."

Her business in San Diego was over. It had only meant to be a quick stay to take care of bureau matters. She had no more official business and so she was booked on a flight out in a few hours. She had work to do when she returned to Quantico and already she had Kevin on a special assignment of packing a few of her things and meeting her at Morgan's when she returned. She was excited imagining his face when he walked through the door and saw her completely moved in as if she'd been a part of his life for years. The look on his friends' faces especially Penelope's would be priceless.

Later…

He didn't know what t think or say, Chicago, home…none of it sounded familiar or did anything to relieve his anxiety of taking the next steps and that was those that led out of the hospital. This room had become his safe haven the only thing he knew for sure and now it was time to leave it. He was terrified.

Fran had left to make arrangements to get him home. The bureau had instructed her to keep in touch so that they could assist in any arrangements she needed to make. There were things that her daughters would have to take care of in preparation for their return and so she'd kissed her son goodbye for the day and returned to her hotel.

Jordan took a quick glance at her reflection in the window, exhaled and pushed her way into the room. Their eyes met and she couldn't help but see the same look of disappointment that she'd seen the last time she was there. His smile didn't match the sadness in his eyes and she pretended not to notice.

"Hello, my love."

Smiling she quickly plopped herself down on the bed and began fretting over him.

"Hey, leave something for the nurses to do."

"I'm sorry it's just, I hate seeing you in that hospital bed; it breaks my heart."

"I'm going to be fine, don't worry."

"The bureau is calling me back to Quantico. I leave in a few hours and so I wanted to come by to say goodbye."

He didn't feel the same pangs of sadness at her words as he did when the others had announced their departure. He wanted to but there was nothing but relief and for that he was sorry. It was odd that he felt a pull toward Garcia as if there had been something between them…he could only hope.

"I understand."

He seemed to relax at news that he was leaving and she couldn't help but think for the first time that her plan may be in jeopardy. After a few minutes of idle chatter, Jordan leaned in and kissed him on the lips and left him alone headed home to Quantico.

Home of Derek Morgan – Quantico, VA – Evening –

Garcia saw a familiar truck in the driveway as she turned the corner onto Derek's street. "How odd," she thought as she parked across the street out of sight. She'd been drawn to his place this evening not wanting to be alone at her place. She'd done it before when they were away; just smelling his cologne on the sheets made her feel better.

The driver's side door opened and the disheveled man jumped out and headed to the back of the truck. He began lifting boxes and placing them on the ground then looking around suspiciously. Then one by one he nervously carried the boxes to the front porch. He was up to something, but what?

"Kevin, what the hell are you doing?" She whispered to herself.