We're down to the last couple chapters! (I can't believe it, either... It's like 'where did the story go?') As far as chapters go there's this one, the next one, maybe another one (Depending on if I combine the contents of the next two chapters) and/ or an epilogue. So about two to four chapters! Plus I have two crossovers in the works, an AU with two chapters posted, a few other ideas that I'm ruminating on... And classes started this week, so I'll be trying to work around those.

And the surgeon put me on the good stuff (Yay Vicodin!) I love how House's drug of choice numbs the pain, but like Reid, I don't like what it does to my mind, since it's a narcotic and all...

Once again, I own nothing! CM doesn't belong to me! And I don't own the poem "The Jabberwocky" by Lewis Carrol (Mentioned in the previous chapter; thanks to MKatM, Integer, SaydRocks, Prieva, RavenParadox and zannabanana for guessing correctly!) either! :D

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The pen is mightier than the sword. ~Benjamin Franklin

The Coast Guard and the BAU worked quickly to secure the UnSubs, Reid and Johnny. The men and women of Wellsey's unit were happy to take the majority of the killers into their custody and transport them back to the mainland; however, Morgan was loathe to part with Reid's unconscious form, even using his one free hand to pick up and stow the sword that had, until recently, been in Reid's hand.

It was only when they reached Orlando via Medi-Evac from Miami, and the doctors forced Morgan to let go did he finally release his hold on his younger friend, coworker… and almost-brother.

Twenty minutes and two cups of coffee later, Rossi and JJ had agreed to stay at the hospital, despite Morgan's intentions of doing the exact same thing. But Prentiss and Hotch had to close the case and fill out the proper paperwork before they left, and Garcia had to deal with the larger swarm of reporters outside the police station, leaving Morgan the task of interrogating their UnSub, James "Hook" Riley.

Another two hours found Morgan as he was glaring down James Riley while stuffing case file photos into their respective folders, and desperately hoping that the man would cut his neck on his own hook, which would spare the courts, and the BAU, a mess of time and paperwork.

"How is Peter doing?" The delusional man asked, his eyes glinting with malice.

"Spencer," Morgan emphasized. "Spencer will live, no thanks to you." And with that, he stormed toward the door, fuming. But he wasn't alone in that regard.

Morgan stepped from the interrogation room to find Garcia pacing outside, clenching and unclenching her fists.

"Baby Girl, what's wrong?" he asked, immediate concern in his voice.

"What's wrong?" Garcia screeched. "What's wrong? I'll tell you what's wrong, Derek! That… that sicko took my baby boy, my Junior G-Man, and he… and he…"

"Maybe you should sit down, Garcia," Morgan urged gently, guiding Garcia toward a chair at the edge of the bullpen.

"I don't want to sit down!" Garcia exclaimed. "I wanna go into that room right now! Just give me five minutes with him, Derek; I'm gonna march up to him, get all up in his face and say, "Hello. My name is Penelope Garcia. You almost killed my friend Spencer. Prepare to die.' And then I'll…"

Morgan took that moment to gently place her into the chair he had been guiding her toward and took both her hands within his. "Baby Girl," he began.

"No, Derek," she hissed. "Do not 'Baby Girl' me. I do not want to be 'Baby Girl-ed' right now. One of my babies is hurt! He's hurt, and he's in pain. He's been hurt and in pain for four days, and I couldn't help him! I wanted to help him, but I couldn't! I want to be there for him! I have to be there for him!"

"Garcia…"

She continued as if Morgan hadn't even spoken. "I couldn't be there for him then, so I want to be there for him now! I should be there for him now! He wasn't supposed to get hurt!"

"Garcia, Baby Girl," he continued. "He's going to be fine. We got him. He's safe in the hospital, and so is Johnny. JJ and Rossi are waiting to see how they're doing, and they promised to call and let us know when it's alright to see them. Meanwhile, we've got the guy who did this to him, and the guy's gonna go away for a very long time." While he spoke, Morgan jabbed his thumb toward the interrogation room that housed James Riley. "He'll be fine, you hear me?" Morgan concluded. "Reid will be just fine, I promise you that."

Garcia didn't say anything; instead she flung herself into Morgan's arms, sobbing. In response, he wrapped his arms around her shoulders, rubbing her back and rocking her gently. They stayed like that for a long time; Morgan knew they were getting stares from members of the Orlando PD, but he ignored them. Let them, he thought, I just want Garcia to know that everything's gonna be alright, and that Riley won't do anything to Reid, Johnny or anyone else as long as he lives.

As Garcia's heaving sobs became gentle whimpers, Morgan's phone vibrated in his pocket. She jumped away then, clearing up her tears as Morgan checked the caller ID before answering. "How is he, Rossi?"

"It's superficial, but I'm glad we caught the bastard," Rossi admitted gruffly. "There were various cuts and bruises on his chest, torso, back and neck, ligature marks on his wrists and ankles… a cracked skull, probably from being thrown on the ground so many times, as well as the initial knockout in the parking lot… Reid's knee may also need to be looked at when we get back to Virginia; the doctors said it was fine, but I want to be safe…"

"What about Johnny?"

"Some of the same stuff, along with some cracked ribs. They were both dehydrated and malnourished, Johnny more so than Reid. Otherwise, they can both go home within the next day or so."

"Is Reid awake?"

"Not yet, but I'm willing to bet that he will be, sooner rather than later. I had JJ call Prentiss to let them know, too."

"And?"

"And I may have suggested to her to tell Hotch to lay off on the paperwork for one night; I'm thinking that Reid would want to see all of us when he wakes up."

Morgan looked up to see Hotch walking toward him, along with two cops, who let themselves into the interrogation room; a moment later, Riley swaggered out and toward a holding cell, a cop on either arm.

"Tell Dave we're leaving now," he said. "Garcia, are you alright?"

She nodded, sniffling. "I am now, Sir," she whispered as Morgan repeated Hotch's words into the phone, thanked Rossi and hung up before the four of them headed out the door.

Morgan wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "Garcia?" he asked.

She looked up at him. Tears still glittered in her eyes. "Yeah, Derek?"

"Should we get our boy chocolate, flowers or a teddy bear?"

"…How about all three?"

Even Hotch and Emily smiled.

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Those who bring sunshine into the lives of others cannot keep it from themselves. ~James M. Barrie

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A/N: It was just a matter of how to end this chapter; sorry if it's not the best. Part narcotics, part school stress... Part the fact that part of my lower jaw aches like mad... **moans** Anyway...

Thanks to my awesome reviewers: SSAFunbar, pottyandweezlbe89, zannabanana, RavenParadox, Noel Ardnek, Prieva, 68luvcarter, GoddessSumizofVenus, SayidRocks, Integer, HannahlovinCM, The-Vampire-Act and MKatM, as well as everyone who has alerted and favorited this and anymore of my stories.

Integer: Thanks! And I love your choice of words; Morgan and the others did come galumphing to the rescue; an appropriate word choice for a beamish group after taking down a manxome enemy!
MKatM: You are correct! Thanks for knowing! :D

And for shotforthesky... **imitating the 10th Doctor** Aw, Clicky Pens! I LOVE clicky pens! *Click-click, Click-click, Click-click, Click-click** hahaha...

Looking forward to hearing from you again! :D

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