The flames leaped at Morgan as he kicked the door open, he took the spilt second to survey the room, before he spotted Paris, laying in a crumbled heap on the floor, the fire moving quickly towards him.
"Paris!" Morgan shouted, the boy raised his head up
"I'm…he…" he managed to stutter before he fell back to the floor. Morgan jumped over the flames swatting them back as they attacked the unconscious Paris, but not before it launched itself at Paris's arm, the closest part of him to the flames.
Ripping off a blanket from the bed, Morgan patted the fire that ate away at Paris's long sleeve shirt, the only thing standing between his skin and the hungry flames.
"Morgan?" he heard Reid call from the stairs
"I've got him! He's alive! Reid call for a bus." Morgan replied, wrapping the blanket around Paris's small body "Paris, can you hear me?"
But the only answer Morgan got was a groan from Paris…as his body began to convulse and seizure, Morgan could feel Paris's pulse slowing and could hear a gargling sound from deep in the boy's throat as he struggled to breathe.
Carefully Morgan lifted Paris up into his arms and held him protectively against his own body. He jumped over the flames and ran down the steep stairwell.
Morgan ignored Williamson as he reached for his nephew as Morgan ran by him headed for the exit; there was no time for a reunion.
As he ran for the waiting ambulance, Morgan glanced up and spotted the squad car, in which James Cramer sat, watching the scene a triumphant and smug look on his face…until he saw Morgan and…and Paris laying in his arms.
The Angel of Mercy and the BAU Profiler exchanged a look, confirming to Cramer his worst fear.
All thoughts of being calm, rational and unaffected by the events escaped Cramer as he shouted and cursed hitting his shoulder against the door of the cruiser. Paris was still alive, for how long was debatable, but somehow Cramer had screwed up, a peaceful gentle death was not what Paris would experience.
Morgan looked away from the cruiser as he climbed into the ambulance, Paris still cradled in his arms. The look on Cramer's face reiterated for Derek Morgan that the guidance councilor had failed and he knew it and would have to live with that.
A/N: Just figured I'd give you guys this to think about. When I first envisioned this chapter it came when I heard the song "In the Arms of the Angels" playing on the radio. It sounds sappy, but in my mind the scene and the song fit one another.