*Chapter Six: In Which Morgan Dies*
Morgan/Hotch relationship established.
Slash Warning.
I do not own Criminal Minds or the characters therein (I wish I did!), they are owned by some really great people that I think should TOTALLY give me a job! I am not making any money off of this story either (would that I were-does that make sense?). The writing is just for a bit of fun.
He couldn't stop crying. He wanted to, he really did, but he just couldn't stop crying. He wasn't big on emotion, had only cried for about five minutes after beating George Foyet's head into the fucking ground. Had really only shed about twenty minutes worth of tears for the ex-wife that he'd grieved long before that bastard had killed her, but none of that compared to the emotional wreck that he was now.
Morgan was dead.
His Morgan. Derek Morgan. The playboy. The impulsive, strong, hot-headed, stubborn, protective, emotionally scarred, big-hearted, amazingly domestic and submissive Derek Morgan had died.
His heart was broken. How was he supposed to survive. How was he supposed to tell Jack? And what about when Erin started growing up? What was he supposed to tell her?
So he couldn't stop crying. No one asked him to. No one said anything to him, he collapsed onto the floor and cried, he cried until he didn't think he could cry anymore, then he took a breath.
And then he cried again.
Yeah, that was kinda hard to write. Please rate and review! The story's not over, but this chapter was more like a blurb so I decided to post it today rather than wait for Tuesday or Wednesday like I intended. Thank you for the reviews so far!