Potomac General – Evening

The organized chaos inside Morgan's room had served its purpose; to convince onlookers that there was a life and death situation going on and the unfortunate patient inside was in distress. Morgan was stunned and confused as his doctor and nurse along with several unfamiliar faces rushed in shortly after Cruz had fired his weapon and calmly left without a word of explanation.

He'd awakened to a gun pointed at his head and now his room was filled with people with a plan; a plan that he knew nothing about. The gaping bullet hole in the wall above his head further added to his confusion. He didn't like not knowing what was going on especially when it involved his life.

Cruz had come into his room with the intent to kill him but instead he'd fired into the wall and then left. By all accounts he should be dead the gun was aimed at him and the finger on the trigger poised to pull and take his life without any heed to his pleads for reconsideration.

One of the others that had followed the medical staff in stepped forward after first showing his FBI credentials. The chaos swirling around him made it hard to focus on what was being said to him.

"My name is Agent Frederick Moore, FBI…"

"What the hell is going on?" Morgan interrupted yelling in the man's face.

"We have reason to believe that your life may be in danger."

"No shit!"

"It's imperative that it appears that you are dead."

"What? So this is some sort of game? I need to call my team!"

"Your team is fully aware of what's going on. Right now we need to get you to a safe house."

Morgan looked around at the nurse and doctor getting the monitors and IV's ready to leave the room. None it made sense and he needed to talk to Hotch, Rossi, somebody from his team. Things were spinning out of control and he just wanted to go home.

"Agent Morgan, we're going to need you to lie flat and then we're going to cover you with a sheet and you'll need to lie completely still." The nurse interjected.

"NO! I need to talk to Agent Aaron Hotchner! Now!"

"We may need to sedate him until we get him out of the hospital." Agent Moore said.

Morgan began to get even more agitated. His mind going back to the night he was smuggled out of his room the same night Savannah was killed. He had been sedated and rendered helpless he didn't want that again.

The nurse looked at the doctor for instruction and when he nodded to the affirmative the nurse pulled a syringe from her pocket. Morgan didn't want to be helpless, powerless, not again.

"No, please I don't want to be sedated!"

The doctor nodded again and the nurse quickly injected the drug into his IV.

"Please…just let me talk to Agent Hotchner! Please! Don't do this…"

He fought the haze the mist that pulled him into the blackness…but like always it was a losing battle. Soon his eyes closed and he was held firmly in the darkness again.

BAU –

Garcia sat in shock listening to the intricate plan weaved and carried out without most of the team being aware. The fact that someone was trying to kill them simply because they were good at their jobs was mind blowing. To make things worse was it was someone that had access and was supposed to be one of the good guys. It was too much to wrap her brain around; but one thing for sure, she needed to see Morgan. She could only imagine what he must be going through. He didn't handle not being in the loop on things especially if it concerned his life.

She wondered if what they did really mattered; things suddenly seemed so dark and tainted and the lines of good and evil blurred by the agenda of those possessing all of the power. She needed to see him to know for herself that he was okay. Nothing else mattered.

Hotch had filled everyone in the room on the details and the course of action. Morgan was "dead" and it was imperative that Cramer and his cohorts were convinced of it. Next, Cruz's family had to be rescued and brought home safe and sound. Both plans were dangerous because they truly did not know whom they could trust.

After orders were given and the team dismissed, Garcia cornered Hotch before he could leave the conference room.

"I want to see him."

"Garcia, you know that's impossible."

"I want to see him!"

"No. I need you here…working…grieving the loss of a dear friend."

"Hotch! I can't believe this is happening! We're supposed to be fighting the bad guys! Now we don't know who they are! Hell we even look like the bad guys!"

"I know Garcia but this is a part of the job too. If you can't handle it, tell me now!"

"Damn straight I can handle it!"

"Good. You have your assignment. Let's get to work."

She stood still, fuming and watching him walk away toward his office as if this was all a part of the normal; but it wasn't…not even close.

FBI Safe House- Later

The next time Morgan's eyes opened he was in a small room with no windows and very little furniture except the bed he was in, a small nightstand and a worn overstuffed chair in the far corner of the room. The walls were white, sterile with no pictures. Nothing said home or comfortable but it wasn't supposed to be either he thought to himself.

He wanted to get up but his body was sore from being jostled and moved. He was healing but he still needed more time to be back to normal. Still, he wanted to know what was behind the closed door and to explore his new surroundings, so he struggled to a sitting position leaning and depending on the right side of his body to support his weight. Just as he had managed to swing his feet over the side of the bed the door opened.

"Agent Morgan, please you need to stay in bed." The small-framed woman pleaded.

"Where am I?" He demanded still feeling the effects of the sedative he'd been given earlier.

"Your safe. My name is Tonya. I work for the bureau and I'll be seeing after you until this is over."

"Tonya. Well, Tonya I need to get out of this bed for a while so either help me or get the hell out of my way." He said with growl.

With a huff she placed his arm around her shoulder and hers around his waist and helped him to stand. The pain rocked him for a moment and his head spun but all in all he was thankful to be on his feet.

"Thank you." He said reluctantly.

"You're welcome." She said straining under his weight.

"I can take it from here." He muttered as if reading her mind. "Where are my things?"

"Your things?"

"Yeah my things…my phone, my clothes…"

"Uh…your clothes are in the closet…but you know you can't make any calls…"

"Like hell I can't! I need to talk to my team! I need to talk to Agent Hotchner! Now!"

The bewildered woman looked at him helplessly. She had heard a lot about him and like so many other agents had held a fearful respect for this man who could and would kill an UnSub without even blinking and who had trained many of the new and older agents in the bureau. He kicked butt better than most, he thrived on it and lived for it and it was hard telling him, no.

Morgan steadied himself against the pain raging in his body. The left side of his body was yelling back at him to take it easy but he wouldn't listen. The pain finally won and he slowly with her help sat on the side of the bed to catch his breath.

"I'll see what I can do, okay? Just take it easy I'll be right back."

He shook his head as she rushed from the room. What he really needed was to talk to her, to Penelope. He could only imagine what was going through her mind. She would want to be here with him; that's what he wanted too but he had to keep her safe at all cost. He'd failed at protecting Savannah, miserably. Anyone close to him was in danger and he knew that now more than ever. He could no longer deny that fact. He had to make sure that nothing happened to Penelope and that meant keeping her as far away from this place…far away from him as possible.

He painfully lifted his legs back onto the bed laying flat and fixing his gaze on the white popcorn ceiling above him. He could kick himself for falling in love with his best friend. She'd changed his life for the better but he wasn't right for her she deserved better than a broken shattered man. Life had been cruel and had left its scars on him. Why had he been allowed to see the one thing in life that he could never have? Was it really true, that he was not worthy? He closed his eyes not wanting to think about anything but all he could see was her face, her smile. The need for her in the pit of his stomach was so piercing that he hadn't noticed the tears escaping from his eyes.

Office of Thomas Cramer –

Cramer sat behind his desk pompously looking into the eyes of Mateo Cruz, one of his most promising recruits. He had done well in adding the career agent to his long list of operatives. He'd done everything he'd demanded of him and almost earned the release of his beloved family. My he looked haggard, he thought to himself. He was eager to hear his update, things were finally in place and after tonight the BAU, which had been a thorn in his side for far too long would be history.

"Tell me some good news Cruz." A sly, confident smile crossing his face.

"Morgan has been moved to a safe house just outside of town. Hotch and the rest of the team will be arriving there in about two hours."

"Impressive. I am quite pleased. Is everything set?"

"Yes. After tonight they will all be dead."