A/N: Working on all of your requests. You are all so clever. : ) Here's the next one. Dedicated to: hpenchantress.

Derek Morgan glanced down at the computer's clock. 9:36 it read in bold white numbers. He rubbed a hand over his head and eagerly looked at the door. There was still no sign of him.

"Relax Morgan." Said Emily looking up from her desk, the other agent just looked over with a small smile before continuing to stare at the glass portal. He went to go get some coffee in order to occupy himself; no good was coming from him sitting stagnant at his desk.

"What's wrong with you good looking?" asked Garcia when she saw the stressed out face of her best friend. Derek turned towards her as he began to pour himself a steaming mug of coffee.

"Nothing." He sighed. Morgan was so distracted by his thoughts that he didn't realize scolding liquid was spilling over the edge until he felt his hand burning. He jumped in pain and pulled his hand away immediately as his nerve endings began to fire.

"Clearly something's up." She said signaling the lack of attention and handing him a wet towel to wipe off the mess. "Wanna talk about it?"

"Why would you think something's up?" he asked defensively.

"Well for one thing that's twice that you have said something to me and didn't use a pet name, and another thing is that I have never before witnessed the suave Derek Morgan spilling something on himself." She smiled her typical grin and Derek chuckled a little bit at how well she knew him. When she saw that he had relaxed she decided to try again, "So what's up?"

"He's late Baby Girl and I'm scared." She smiled inside at the fact that he had calmed down to the point of talking like himself again. On the outside she grimaced at the hurt look on his face.

"Who?" she asked as she awkwardly rubbed the handle of her mug. She loved Derek but was never good at confronting people about problems. When someone else was hurting, she hurt. When someone else was crying, she cried. When someone else worried, she worried. Derek looked anxious and she could feel herself becoming uneasy.

"Reid. He's always right on time if not always a little early and as of now he's…" Derek looked at the digital numbers on the microwave, 9:53 "He's fifty-three minutes late."

"I'm sure everything is fine." Garcia said soothingly but she could tell that nothing she could do or say would calm her friend down, "He probably just woke up late."

"Not Reid." He countered.

"Maybe his car wouldn't start?" she suggested.

"He takes the subway to work."

"Perhaps he missed the train." She was running out of options and didn't know how much more of this guessing game she could take.

"Why would that even happen?"

"I don't know but I'm just trying to help." Garcia nearly shouted beginning to feel slightly agitated. The stress was getting to her and the truth of the matter was that she was starting to panic. She could easily picture someone sneaking into Reid's house and stealing him, or an angry ex-con who was recently released wanting to take his revenge on the FBI by killing one of their agents. The rational part of her brain knew that wasn't likely, after all the murderers they put away usually got a life sentence, but the thoughts still haunted her mind.

"What's going on?" asked JJ walking into the kitchenette. It didn't take an expert to know that something was wrong because everyone in the break room had a solemn expression on their face.

"Reid's almost an hour late." Said Morgan still in a daze, his mind was going through all the awful possibilities of where he could be.

"You don't think he's using again…do you?" she asked. Garcia let out a quick whimper before her hand flung to her mouth in an attempt to stifle the tears.

"I…I didn't even think about that." She said finally gaining control over her emotions, "My first thought was crazy ex-con. You don't think…" her mind was now wrapped around the idea of Reid using dilaudid again.

"No." Morgan said immediately cutting her off, "There is just no way."

Suddenly they heard the glass doors swing open and pounding footsteps on the floor. All three of them raced out and took a breath of relief when they saw Reid who looked seemingly unharmed. He looked around the room trying to locate someone from the team. Although there were no signs of injury he still looked frenzied.

"Where have you been?" Morgan shouted across the room. Reid turned towards the voice, saw part of the team and raced over to where they were standing.

"The craziest thing happened." He said hardly able to contain himself as he poured himself a cup of coffee.

"What?" asked JJ eagerly.

"I was on the subway and I met the most sagacious man and we started talking about physics and literature. Then I realized I missed my stop so I got off, but I had to wait thirty minutes for the next train." Nobody answered. Here they were thinking that something awful had happened to Reid but it had turned out that he had just met someone interesting on the subway.

"So…you weren't hurt? Nothing…bad…happened" asked Garcia tentatively.

"Don't tell me you all thought I was being lambasted or something." Reid looked around the room and was met with blank stares. "Just because I was late you extrapolated that something bad had happened to me?"

"No, and stop using such large words." Morgan said quickly. He felt self conscious that he had worried so much, then again, everyone had worried as much as him.

"You act like I'm bombastic."

"What does that mean?" asked JJ laughing at the large word. It wasn't because it was funny but because the normality of their conversation was calming. A distinct contrast to the atmosphere minutes earlier.

"It's a term given to those who use excessively large vocabulary." Reid looked over at Morgan who rolled his eyes, "Fine, I guess I can do that sometimes."

"But you're sure you're okay? Nothing bad happened?"

Reid shook his head, "I'm fine, I promise."

Everyone soon got back to work and Reid followed the team into the bullpen. After an hour of aimlessly typing on his computer he stopped and turned towards Derek.

"Thanks for worrying." He smiled awkwardly, Morgan grinned showing his perfect teeth and nodded his head.

"Trouble has a way of finding you kid; it's my job to worry." The two exchanged another caring glance before retuning to the pile of paperwork that was sitting on their desks. Reid felt comfort in knowing that he had a guardian angel always watching out for him.

A/N: Reviews, requests and feedback are always welcome. : )