A/N: On to Chapter Two!

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"Garcia, I don't think this inform-"

"I killed him."

JJ's hand held a pen in mid-air as she had just been pointing something out on the computer screen while Garcia's fingers stilled to hover above the keyboard. Both women turned their heads hesitantly and looked at him.

"What?" Garcia asked.

"I killed him! And now she's gonna kill me! God, I can already see my whole life playing an encore in my head. I am so dead..."

Both women exchanged a confused look before the liason turned back to her desperate-looking friend.

"Morgan, what are you talking about?"

"I just found a picture of him on her desk. I'd never noticed that before. And there's so much stuff for him in her house. And then I thought about it and I remembered having heard her talk about him a few times and I always dismissed it. I had no idea he meant so much to Emily and now he's gone," he huffed as he plopped down in the only available chair in the room. "And it's all my fault..."

Completely oblivious to the work they had just been doing Garcia directed another worried glance at JJ before turning her attention to Morgan.

"Sweetie, Emily's grandpa died of a stroke, you know that, right? Why would you think that you killed him?"

Morgan moved his face away from his hands and looked at them incredulously.

"What...? What do you mean?"

"Em's grandpa died from a stroke. And he was hours away from here at the time of his demise. Wh-"

"What does this have to do with her grandfather?"

JJ turned around fully and leaned back on the desk just giving the analyst enough time to pull her precious keyboard out of the way and send a slight growl her way.

"Ok, let's try this again." She pursed her lips and crossed her arms. "Who did you kill and how?"

The question came out slowly and JJ made sure that Morgan had picked up on the hint of annoyance in her voice. She really did have a lot of work to do and certainly didn't have time for this.

"I killed Mr. Bubbles."

He heard Garcia's sharp intake of breath as he didn't dare to look up.

"Please tell me you're talking about a cartoon character and not the little squishy she loves so much? Please, Derek?" she begged.

"I'm talking about the little squishy she loves so much."

There it was.

"Oh, dear God..." JJ muttered as she buried her face in her hands and started rubbing her temples.

Garcia, on the other hand, didn't say anything. Her hand placed above her heart she had a hard time taking steady breaths instead of lunging forward to strangle her chocolate-god-turned-murderer. But the look of honest and complete devastation on Morgan's face kept her from doing serious bodily harm to him.

So they all just sat there, each in their own unique state of shock. JJ was the first to voice her thoughts.

"What happened exactly?"

Morgan quickly debated lying versus telling the full and painful truth. One look at the girls broke this train of thought though. They wanted nothing but every single detail. And they would know if he was lying. Partly, because they've worked with profilers long enough. And partly, because he was just a very, very bad liar.

So all it took were a couple of stern and actually rather threatening looks from two of his best friends and he spilled.

Every. Little. Detail.

When he got to the part where he had set the bowl down on the edge of the sink he heard the next wave of expletives curse through the room. But that was nothing compared to the looks of incredibility and anger he got when he told them how he had leaned forward for support and accidentally hit the flush.

He couldn't tell with JJ but he thought he could detect just a hint of disgust for his person on Garcia's face.

And if the room had had a window that led directly to the ground six floors down he probably would have been a goner.

"I cannot believe this. I simply... I... Oh my... I just cannot believe this!"

While Garcia was still trying to make sense of what she had just been told, JJ nodded at him with a serious expression.

"You're dead, Morgan. Dead and on your way to be cremated. You might as well pick out an urn while you still can cause as soon as she gets home tomorrow I don't think there will be much time left for you to think about colors and flower arrangements."

Morgan looked up at her with pure desperation written all over his face.

"I'm just saying," JJ said, innocently shrugging her shoulders.

Garcia though looked at him and saw that all the regret and devastation on his face was genuine. And got herself back together.

"Alright. As awful... glaring at Morgan... what you did is there's gotta be something to make it better."

'Or at least not make it any worse' she thought.

Ignoring JJ's sceptical and Morgan's scared look, she stated "We have to fix this."

"Fix what?"

And when all eyes shifted towards the door to watch Emily enter, Morgan knew.

There was no time left for him on this earth whatsoever.

A/N 2: I can't help feeling worse and worse for pretty much every character, human as well as animal, in this story. But I started it so I might as well finish... :) There should be one or two chapters left.

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