AN: Heyyheyy sorry havn't updated in a while but here is the second chapter of Electric Feel. Um, kinda short...And Morgan shirtless was just a selfish desire to imagine him with no shirt on! ;D lol. Enjoy and review please. :D . Luvya, Tee

Electric Feel

Ch. 2- Suicide

'I'm pregnant, Derek. I'm pregnant.' Emily cried hysterically.

Morgan yawned waking up from his sleep. He had been having a horrible dream; he had dreamt that they had been on a case and Emily had been abducted and raped. Then they had come home and she told him she was pregnant.

As Morgan opened his eyes, he briefly wondered why there was a heavy weight against him, then he saw what was weighing him down; Emily. Emily was lying on him and he was lying on Emily's couch. As he woke fully he realised, his dream was in fact real. Emily had been taken and raped. She was pregnant. His Emily was pregnant. Morgan couldn't get his mind over it, but he knew he'd never leave Emily. After everything, she needed someone to look out for her and of course Morgan was going to be that someone. He decided that he should probably wake her up. However his decision was made for him when she shifted slightly groaned and sat up then rush for the bathroom. Morgan quickly followed her to the bathroom and held her hair back, while rubbing her back soothingly as she retched into the toilet.

'How you feeling, babe?' Morgan asked Emily as she flushed the toilet.

'About the morning sickness or the other stuff?' Emily countered.

'Both I guess.'

'Well the morning sickness isn't that bad; as long as it doesn't last all day.' Emily joked, her tone dry. 'The other stuff, I honestly don't know.' She said quietly, Morgan noticing the change in her tone tried to reassure her.

'I'm sure it'll get easier. Hopefully.'

'With a living reminder, it'll be hard.' Emily said sounding bitter. Morgan heard the bitterness when she talked about the baby; and it worried him that she may start to resent her child. He was going to talk to her but not today.

'C'mon Em, you should have a shower. I'll cook breakfast.' Morgan told her, as he exited the bathroom.

20 minutes later, the breakfast was cooked and Morgan decided to check on Emily. He knocked once, twice, three times but got no answer, so he went in.

'Em, it's just me.' Morgan said but stopped short at the sight before him. There was Emily lying in the bathtub, shower running and blood seeping from her wrists. A moment later Morgan snapped out of it and rushed to her side. Morgan ripped off his shirt and wrapped the material around her wrists, while dialling 911, telling them what happened. Morgan pulled Emily out of the bathtub cradling her in his lap.

'God, Emily. What have you done to yourself, girl?'