Peekabooo: Do you all hate me yet? I would. I have like 473478597450945089584985 reasons why i couldnt update so i wont explain myself. But I promise that I will update this Tuesday. I solemnly swear. But I'm running out of ideas! I have tried to make this story as twisty-turny as possible but I'm burning ymself out trying to think of something awesome. So if you have an idea please tell me. Pretty-Please with Spencer Reid on top? That brings me to my next sunject which is I need a beta Reader. So if you want to do it message me IMMEDIATELY! im getting sick of spell checking things 98457847589345923489 times. But I'm doing a lot better.

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Imma go with Morgan...

As Emily looked at Hotch and Rossi, she saw the surprise and anger painted on their faces. Hotch didn't even look at Emily. He just glared at JJ.

"JJ what are you doing here? I told you to wait." Hotch's voice was low, but angry.

"I didn't want to wait," JJ replied simply.

"You saw the way Morgan was. This isn't a good idea right now," Rossi informed her.

Emily was silent as all three stared each other down. The only thing that stopped them were the team of nurses that quickly ran into Reid's room. Rossi looked confused and he ran around the corner towards the room. Morgan and Garcia hurried out. Morgan's face was paler than usual.

"What the hell happened?" Rossi asked.

"He just stopped breathing. He was breathing heavily and then it just cut off all of a sudden, so I pressed the emergency button," Morgan sounded frantic and shocked.

"I'm sure he'll be fine," Garcia patted Morgan lightly on the back.

"I don't know," Morgan said, "Where's Hotch?

Rossi's eyes widened. "Just around the corner, but let's go get some coffee."

"I have to tell him what Reid asked me earlier first. Then we can," Morgan idly as he walked around the corner. There Emily stood aside JJ and Hotch. Behind him, Garcia gasped. But Morgan suddenly felt so angry. Emily didn't even deserve to be there. She was the whole reason they were there.

"This is all your fault!" Morgan yelled at her.

"Morgan calm down," Hotch told him, but he didn't listen.

"You're the whole reason we're here!" His voice quieted everyone else sitting in the hall.

"I-I'm sor-" Emily started.

"Sorry isn't going to cut it Prentiss! Reid is in there HALF-DEAD! He is in so much pain! You shouldn't even be here! You don't even deserve to be here!" Morgan's voice echoed off the walls. The lady at the front desk looked afraid. And so did Emily.

Morgan walk right up to her but Garcia restrained him.

"Derek Morgan. You turn around and walk down that hallway right now." Garcia told him harshly. Her voice was cold, completely opposite of what it usually was. Morgan looked at her, half hurt, and unwillingly turned around and walked down the hallway.

Garcia's face brightened up as soon as Morgan left, and when she looked at Emily, she could help but giggle with excitement. She ran over to her and gave her a big hug. Emily looked surprised for a moment but quickly hugged back.

"I missed you so much," Garcia all but squealed. There were tears in her eyes as she pulled away from the hug.

"I missed you too. I wanted to come back everyday. Or just call you. Or anything. I missed all of you." Emily gave her another hug, "Even if I wasn't missed back."

"You were missed," Garcia amended, "He's just to angry to admit it."

Emily smiled sadly, "That's okay."

"I missed you too," Rossi cleared his throat, indicating that she needed to give him a hug. Emily hugged him, embarrassed.

"How's Reid?" She asked after a minute had passed.

The team all looked at each other wondering what to say.

"He's better but earlier he told me it hurts to breathe and to talk." Garcia answered when no one else did, "And he just stopped breathing and that's why the nurses ran in a second ago."

Hotch looked At her, his eyes wide.

"Really?" Hotch Asked.

Garcia nodded sadly.

"God. This is all my fault," Emily whispered.

"It's not your fault," Hotch told her, softly. This was the only 'Soft-Hotch' the team had seen since Reid had been kidnapped.

"Yes it is. If I would have-"

"You can't think of the would haves." Rossi interrupted. Sitting down. The rest of the team followed, except Garcia.

"I'm going to go get coffee." she announced, breaking the silence that had just settled. She walked past Reid's room, where the blinds were closed and she wandered to the coffee machine where she found Morgan, sitting on the ground, head against the wall. He stared at the wall across from him. Garcia was a bit mad at him for acting that way toasted Emily so she ignored him and got her coffee.

She was about to leave when Morgan spoke up.

"You don't know how many times that I wish it would've been me," He told her, not meeting her eyes.

"What would have been you?" Garcia asked, feeling obligated.

"That Doyle would have gotten me. I would go through that shit a hundred times if Reid didn't have to go through it," Morgan answered.

Garcia's angry feelings melted away and were replaced with guilt. She had had no idea what Morgan had been doing to himself the whole time. He was blaming himself.

Garcia sat down next to Morgan and put her arm around him. "You can't do that to yourself.. You will break. This isn't your fault. This isn't Hotch's or JJ's fault. It isn't Emily's either. It's Doyle's and no one elses."

Morgan just sighed wearily in response.