Yeah, I'm not exactly sure why I'm posting two chapters…oh well. Have fun! :)

At the Morgan household, Bella had both Emily and Penelope crowded around her, fussing with everything from her dress to her boot to her hair. Derek and Hotch decided they were to steer clear of anything and everything girly, so they sat in the living room, chatting. After an hour and a half, Penelope emerged from Bella's room.

"Okay. She's ready." She squealed, pointed down the hall.

Bella slowly made her way into the living room, trying her very best not to stumble with her obnoxious boot. She finally made and the two men got the full effect of her appearance. She was wearing a deep teal dress that hit just above her knee and one black heel that elevated her the exact same amount as her boot, so she walked without a limp. She hair was in a low side ponytail and curled to perfection and her face was radiant, as usual.

"Wow." Hotch said. "Andrew's a lucky boy."

Morgan smiled. "You got that right. You look beautiful, baby."

Bella blushed. "Are you sure? I mean, the boot…?"

Emily laughed. "Oh trust me. No boy is going to be noticing your boot…"

Morgan eyes hardened. Penelope immediately noticed.

"Um, because they'll be noticing your wonderful personality." She attempted.

Morgan grunted. "Psh. If any boy notices your "wonderful personality" too closely, Hotch and I will make sure he's in prison before he can even try to explain."

Hotch nodded. "It's true. If we hear anything about any guys trying to…"

Bella rolled her eyes and cut him off. "I'll be fine. I swear."

"We know, Bells. We're just kidding." Morgan said. Hotch agreed, but both men knew it was a total lie.

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Spencer and JJ drove Andrew to Bella's house where the kids where forced to take about a million pictures, until finally they begged to leave. With final goodbyes and plans to all meet back here afterwards, Emily and JJ hopped in the car and dropped them off (they figured having Morgan, Hotch, Garcia or Reid would just mean more lectures about safety and/or pictures).

The dance was sufficiently awkward, as most school dances were, but the two had fun. They hung out and danced (well, bobbed to a beat) with Bella's friends Sasha and Andrew's smart, curly haired friend Dex. Things were light and fun and the two even shared a couple, slightly stumble-y, slow dances, courtesy of Bella's boot. After a while, the four just sat around eating and talking. Overall, it was pretty fun and the two were a bit sad to leave. The dance ended and they headed out to the parking lot. They saw their familiar black SUV and slowly made their way towards it. The entered, expecting to be bombarded with questions, but instead were greeted by a upset looking Spencer. Upon asking what's wrong, he just shook his head and said "When we get home."

Bella and Andrew anxiously awaited their destination, wondering what the deal was. They arrived and quickly ran inside to find everyone, even Garcia, had that look on their face. That terrified, teary-eyed, empathetic look. And, it seemed to be directed at Andrew. But why?

Spencer wrapped an arm around Andrew's shoulder and led him to the couch. Bella sat down next to him, noticing Andrew was pale.

"Guys, what's the deal?" Bella asked. No one answered.

Andrew took a breath. He knew those looks. Those were the looks people gave him when his dad died. "Did she…" He asked shakily, his voice cracking.

Spencer sighed. "Andrew…" He began. Andrew's eyes filled up with tears and he sprinted from the room.

Bella stood up and called after him, but he didn't stop. "What happened?" She demanded, frantically.

JJ, whose eyes were tearing up, answered. "His mom died."

"What?" Bella whispered. Now that she thought about it…she had no idea why Andrew was living with Spencer. She knew there was something wrong with his mom, he'd told her about how Justin made for of that, but she knew nothing more. She just assumed he was….she didn't even know.

JJ continued. "She…She was in a coma, that's why he's with Spence. But today she…um…passed on. And his dad died when he was one. He has no family." She explained, tears spilling from her eyes.

Bella's eyes filled up. She knew what that felt like…having no parents. "I didn't even know…" She mumbled, upset she wasn't there to support Andrew, as he did for her. Morgan hugged her, but for the first time, she pushed him off.

"Bella, it's okay. No one told you." He said, shocked that she pulled away from him.

"No, it's not. He's there for me, for everything. And I…" She trailed off. "I'm such a jerk! How could I not…I need to help him. What do I say?"

"Just let him know you're there for him." Hotch said softly.

And before anyone could try to stop her, she ran (well, hobbled) down the hall after him. She figured he was in her room. She put her ear to her door. She heard quiet sniffling. She knocked softly, then, getting no response, she let herself in. He was lying on her bed, his back facing her. She went around and sat on the other edge of the bed. He ignored her.

Just let him know you're there for him. "Um," She began, unsure of what she was going to say. "I'm sorry. I know, you probably hear that a lot, but I really am sorry. I've been where you are. Because, I don't know if you know this, but um, I also lost my dad when I was young. He left us. And that's okay, I guess. Some guys are just douches. I was fine because I had my mom." Her voice cracked lightly. "She was my everything. But she was sick. Cancer. I was scared, but she was a fighter and beat it. And whenever it came back, she'd fight and fight and until it'd leave again. She always said it was just for me. She always said she'd fight, so I'd never be alone. Then, eight months ago, she got tired of fighting…and she lost. And I know it's selfish, but I was mad for her dying. How could she leave me? With no warning…no preparation…But, then again, nothing ever prepares you for losing your only parent. Nothing prepares you for feeling that alone. There's people all around you, hugging and feeding you, but you know you're alone." She laid down on her bed, placing her head next to his. "And that feeling, I wouldn't wish on anybody, especially not someone as genuine as you. So, just know, you're not alone. I'm here. And Spencer and Jayje and Morgan and Hotch and Rossi and Pen and Emily. We're all here. And we won't let anything happen." She was full on sobbing now. "So, don't think for one second you're alone. Okay?"

Then, Andrew lifted his head. His eyes were red and puffy. "Okay." He whispered.

At that, Bella wrapped her arms around him and just let him sob. She cried, too. They cried together until they had no more tears left, and then they cried some more. Eventually, they fell asleep. The whole team had stayed in the living room, talking, planning, and even crying a bit. They kept waiting for the duo to emerge. But they didn't. So, when it began to get really late, they decided to check on them. They all walked down to Bella's room and slowly knocked, then opened the door. Inside was the two of them, still all dressed up, but now tear-streaked, lying fast asleep on her bed. It must've looked pretty odd, two overdressed children all teary eyed, yet asleep, but to the team it was pretty comforting. He wasn't alone. He had Bella.

Thanks for reading! :) Oh, and just something exciting. My boot (for my shattered knee) has been spray painted blue…pretty cool, right? I thought so, too! Review, por favor!