Authors Note: I am so sorry for the long update. I've had some financial trouble lately and...lets just say uploading is not as easy as it was. _ I'm trying not to make this sound like an excuse but times are hard right now. So, I'm sorry.

Now! The show must go on!

The Abby of Thelema Ch 7

Hotch frowned as he nodded at Morgan.

There were ten photos on the large screen, each one exactly the same.

Each body had chin length wavy brown hair, large brown eyes, and sharp yet delicate facial features.

Each body was posed the same, wrapped in expensive white silk sheets strewn with flower petals, wild flowers, their bodies clean and pale, left on a rooftop facing east.

"Why flowers," Garcia asked in a shaky voice. Her eyes were bright with tears.

"Romance, " Emily stared down at the table. "The unsub was probably playing out some type...," she swallowed and cleared her throat. "The unsub may have been trying to play out a fantasy."

"I agree, but why wild flowers specifically," Gideon wondered.

Morgan stood abruptly and started to pace.

"Morgan...," Hotch began.

"They're Reid's favorite," he said through gritted teeth. "Hotch, do you think there's someone after Reid?"

Hotch took a breath, "I don't know. I mean we can't be sure just yet..."

"Are you serious?" Morgan was loosing his composure fast. "Look at the screen Hotch! There are ten bodies up there and every single one looks like Reid!"

Penelope excused herself just as Derek stopped pacing and slammed his hands down on the window sill. He was shaking with anger and for the life of him he couldn't figure out why. Loosing his head wasn't going to help Reid.

But he was boiling, and he had no idea where the fire was coming from.

"Agent Morgan I need to speak with you in my office, now," Hotch said with a furrowed brow.

Morgan complied quietly.

When they were alone Hotch turned on him quickly.

"Derek what's going on? I know you're worried about Reid but now is not the time..."

There were tears in Morgan's eyes when he turned to look at his superior, and he opened his mouth to speak but no words came out.

Finally, Morgan shook his head and placed his hands on his hips.

Hotch sighed and stepped closer. "I've been watching you two, for a while now. And there's something thats become very clear in the last couple days."

Morgan pinched the bridge of his nose squeezing his eyes shut.

During normal circumstances Aaron Hotchner would be the last man on earth to bring anything personal in to the workplace. But the wellbeing safety and job security of two members of his team was in very real jeopardy.

"You're in love with him."

Hotch's words were soft and Derek looked at him shocked.

"Hotch...no...I...that's not..."

"Its nothing to be ashamed of Derek," he crossed his arms and leaned back on his desk. "You've been friends for over five years." Hotch could see the fight in the stoic agent's eyes and he sighed. "When I met Hailey we became friends instantly, just like you and Reid. We'd been friends for years, and it wasn't until a bullet nearly took my head off that we realized there was more to it."

Morgan looked at him with a frown.

"I woke up in the hospital and I could hear her crying," he smiled. "The nurses weren't going to let her in to see me but she talked them in to it." Hotch chuckled staring off into the memory. "When she realized I was awake she through her arms around me and...well." He looked back over at Morgan. "We got married a week after we graduated."

Feeling suddenly drained, Morgen rubbed a hand over his face before resting them on the other side of Hotch's desk.

"Now, officially I can't tell you to peruse this." His face went serious again. "But contrary to popular belief the FBI doesn't keep that close tabs on it's employees."

The taller man closed his eyes and took a breath.

"Gideon has a friend keeping an eye on Reid at the center." Hotch laid a hand on his shoulder. "And we're going to catch this unsub before he gets back."

Morgan nodded and crossed his arms over his chest as he stared off in to space, "yes. We will."

The first week at Thelema S. Wanton Rehabilitation Center was rough.

Reid practically lived in the bathroom.

When his room was warm he had chills, when he walked out on to the cool lobby terrace he broke out in a sweat.

Through it all he could here Derek's voice, they would be waiting for him...Derek would be waiting for him when he got back.

On the tenth day Reid wrote a letter to his mother. He omitted his drug rehabilitation, instead rambling on about Derek. He said that he'd saved him again, that he seemed to do that a lot.

On the twelfth day he was allowed to paint.

He found himself mixing a rich chocolate with a warm cream. He thought about Derek's eyes, the strong cut of his jaw, the tight embrace of his arms, before his hand stopped mid stroke.

Reid stared up out his window.

When did he begin to think about Agent Morgan that way?

When did he begin to believe that love maybe more than a series of chemical reactions in the brain?

Reid sat the painting near his night stand and laid down on his bed to bury his face in his pillow.

A few hours later there was a quiet knock at the door.

Reid rose glancing at his clock, 3 am, and opened the door with a tight smile.

There was a tall red headed woman in a white nurses uniform staring back at him. Her hair was fire engine red, obviously from a box, and her dark eyeliner screamed out of place.

"Hi," Reid said nervously. "Are you the new night nurse?"

The woman pushed past him and entered the room. She looked around wide eyed before pulling a gun out of a holster strapped to her thigh.

Reid stepped back toward the door but the woman grabbed him by his collar.

"I'm a friend of Gideon," she whispered in a hushed Irish tinged hurry. "Your team is indisposed at the moment and I've been watching you as a favor for the old fart. You got that part?"

A loud crash echoed down the hall outside and the woman cursed.

"Shit! Look, take this," she handed him a second gun from another hidden holster and a set of keys. "Tell Gideon there's a Rogue on the loose. He's strong and he's dangerous."

Reid nodded.

"You remember that house you and Agent Morgan went to?"

"Yes," Reid stuttered.

"Take the back stairs and drive there, go," she yelled darting out into the hall and firing at an unseen opponent.

Reid ran barefoot down the hall to the rear stairwell. When he reached the back door he heard the fifth floor door fly off it's hinges.

Outside he pushed the alarm button on the key and a large black SUV chirped. He made a mad dash for the car, sliding in and starting the ignition, but as the lights flashed on he could see the outline of a man blocking his escape. The mans height was impossible enough, but his mouth was even more frightening. A smile revealed two rows of perfectly razer sharp teeth, each point a needle meant to pierce flesh.

And blood, he was soaked in it, the skin around his mouth and down his chest was crimson with it.

There was a moment when their eyes met and Reid couldn't bring himself to speak the name that belonged to that smoldering gaze.

In the instant his eyes left the figure to put the car in drive the window next to him shattered.

'Morgan!'

Derek Morgan woke, startled. He groaned at the pounding in his head, and little bits of glass tumbled down his leather jacket as he pushed himself up into a sitting position.

"Ho...Hotch," he called to the battered man laying prone in the street. The building next to them blazed , the heat sobering to the disoriented agent as he looked over at the trucks laying on their sides.

"Prentiss, JJ...you okay?"

Emily was already climbing out of one of the SUVs. "I'm okay, ahh, but I think my leg is broken." She heaved herself up and out of the truck. "JJ you alright?"

"I'm alive, if thats what you mean," the blond woman called from inside the truck.

Hotch was already coughing himself back to consciousness when Morgan reached him.

"Where the hell is Gideon," Morgan grumbled.

"Is Derek alright?"

"He's...he's fine," Gideon coughed, blood trickling down his cheek.

"I hope you're not dying on me old man," the woman's voice was sympathetic but teasing.

"Well he was going for my liver...but I think he only took out a kidney. Ugh," he shifted holding his side. "You're not the only one who's hard to kill Lenora," Gideon chuckled.

"We know where he's going but you know what must be done in oder for this to end without human bloodshed."

"Yea, I know," Gideon sighed. "Did Reid make it to you?"

"No, he took him. Good news for potential victims, bad news for Spencer Reid." Lenora frowned. "I think it's time for Derek and I to have that talk."

"What about the rest of his team?"

"We can bring them in...and if their memories need a little windex later... You know the drill."

"Yea, how soon can you get here?"

There was a rush of air and Gideon was staring up at Lenora and Zhin, Lenora still holding her cell.

Gideon chuckled again as the two knelt down next to him. Zhin quickly bit her finger while pulling herbs out of a small pouch. Drawing a thin stream of blood she began chanting in Mandarin.

She gabbed her fingers into his mangled side and Gideon cried out as his tattered organs began to heal themselves. When she was finished Lenora helped him to his feet.

"There's a jet waiting for us at the airport. Where's the rest of your team, Zhin asked patiently."

"A couple blocks down. Were you able to grab everyone's go bag?" They talked as they walked.

"Yes and we've been dragged in and out of meetings with the President since we took on this case," Lenora informed him in an irritated tone.

"Good, what about the Prim Minister?"

"We spoke to him a couple of hours ago," Zhin said with her usual thick accent.

"That's one of the things I love most about working with vampires, way less red tape," Gideon smiled.

Authors Note: The next chapter is...next. lol