Reid began walking out of the hospital with JJ in tow. Hotch, Prentice and Rossi all gave him looks of concern as they followed Reid and JJ. When they reached JJ's vehicle Reid stopped and said, "I'm fine, Guys. Thank you for your concern, but right now my concern is Derek."

And with that Reid got into JJ's vehicle. JJ glanced at the rest of the team's worried faces. Hotch stepped forward and said, "When this hits him, if you need us, just call."

JJ nodded her thanks and got into her vehicle and drove towards Garcia's apartment in silence.

Upon arriving at Garcia's apartment Reid flew from the vehicle to the apartment building. He took the stairs two at a time until he was at Garcia's door. He knocked on the door and waited for Garcia. She soon appeared at the door looking forlorn.

"Boy Genius, what are you doing here? How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine. How is he?"

"He's having some trouble with this. He's not good."

"I have to talk to him."

And Reid pushed past Garcia into her living room where he found Morgan slumped on the couch. He looked like someone had let the air out of him. Tentatively Reid stepped closer before quietly saying, "Morgan?"

There was no movement from the man on the couch, so Reid spoke again, "Morgan, will you look at me?"

A moment passed before a quiet whisper came from Morgan's lips, "I can't. Not after what I've done."

Reid gingerly took a seat at the opposite end of the couch saying, "You saved our lives, Morgan. If the roles had been reversed, I don't think I could have done what you did in the manner you did."

Still in a whisper Morgan replied, "But I hurt you."

"It wasn't your fault. And it's nothing that won't heal in just a few days."

"No!" Morgan exclaimed. "I know what I did. I know what it's like to have someone on top of you, touching you and feeling your most sacred parts. I know that kind of pain. I know what kind of memories I left you with."

Reid bit his bottom lip while he thought how to reply. Finally he took Morgan's hand into his. Morgan tried to pull away, but Reid wouldn't let him. He interlaced their fingers and said, "This is what I remember. You holding my hand while a psycho held our lives in his hands. I felt your hand in mine, and knew that our combined strength we could conquer anything. I could feel your support and caring ways trying to get us through the torment. I felt your friendship, and I had JJ bring me straight here to tell you thank you for that."

The room fell silent. Thoughts were running through Morgan's mind a million miles per hour. He could remember every detail of the abuse he had inflicted. There was no way Dr. Spencer Reid, Mr. Eidetic Memory, didn't remember what he had done. But wait, did that mean Reid didn't blame him? Reid, poor Reid, was here to comfort him. To give him hope and support and friendship. Morgan knew that he would always blame himself, Reid was there telling him that he did not blame him.

"But what about the hurt?"

"You saved me."

"What about the torture?"

"It was the unsub who tortured us."

"What about the humiliation?"

"There's no way I could be humiliated by you when the alternative was the unsub."

"You don't hate me?"

"No, Morgan. You're my best friend. I love you. This wasn't your fault. This is going to be tough to get through, but we can do this together."

Eventually Morgan gave Reid's hand a squeeze and said, "Thank you, Pretty Boy."

Reid let small smile creep to his lips and said, "No Morgan, thank you."

And the two sat silently on the couch without letting go of each other's hand, and eventually they nodded off to sleep.

Garcia and JJ stood in the entryway watching the two with tears occasionally falling from their eyes. JJ whispered to Garcia, "They are going to be all right, right?"

"I think Boy Genius had it right when he said that with our combined strength we can pull through anything. Now let's go hit my bed and join the boys in a nap."