A/N: Hello! sorry this update took a little longer than usual I've gotten lots of stuff on at the moment, but that's not important so lets move on shall we! this chapter is going to be a bit different, as I thought it'd be interesting to write a different side to Kevin (but if you look close, it's still Kevin) which is why I decided to give a good portion of this chapter to him. I was intrigued by his admissions to Morgan in "Snake eyes" and how he talked about how how he's he's gone through therapy to try and understand their relationship. I decided to explore that. I hope you guys like it nonetheless! and a slight extra note did you guys SEE the end of season 8 episode 11? no spoilers but ahh so cute!

Slight Warning: this chapter is where things will get pretty intense. It's angsty. And...intense!

Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds.

Chapter 4: Therapy

The empty parking garage was deathly silent as the only sounds that could be heard were the loud clacking of a woman's shiny black pumps. Brushing her blonde hair over her ear she walked briskly toward the elevator, looking at the watch fastened on her delicate wrist. 7:30. She was probably too early, but in her eyes it was better to be early than even 2 minutes late.

Glancing back up as the doors slid open she stepped on the elevator and pressed the button for the third floor. The button glowed amber in response and the doors slid closed, preparing to take her to the floor where her office was. Smiling pleasantly as she stepped out of the doors her shoes continued to tap along the cold tiles as she made her way down the hallway.

Passing her receptionist's desk she grinned broadly at a short burnette sitting behind a computer. "Hey Janet!" she waved as she walked by and the burnette looked up and smiled waving slightly in response.

"Mrs. Bullard! How are you?" she waved and the blonde smiled, brushing a curl out of the way of her glasses. Leaning on the side of the desk she sighed and looked down at her phone.

"Not bad I suppose…for a Monday." She smirked and sighed before tapping the phone a few times, her eyes tracing over the glowing screen. "Say, when is my first appointment today? I seem to have forgotten to enter it…" she smiled sheepishly and Janet smiled lightly before her gaze directed across the room too her closed office door.

"He's already in." she stated and Rosalyn raised a brow slightly before sighing realizing who he was.

"How long has he been here?"

"About an hour. He wanted to see you as soon as you got in." She smiled weakly before the woman in front of her sighed, placing her phone back in her bag.

"Thank you Janet. I'll see you at lunch!" she called over her shoulder as she turned to continue down the hallway.

Rosalyn Bullard adjusted her wool coat and briskly walked to the closed door. Grasping the handle she turned it forcefully before pushing open the door. Without looking around the room at her many books and certificates lining the wall she put her large purse on the desk, setting her keys down on the meticulously organized desk she smiled pleasantly before turning her attentions to the small loveseat on the other side of her office.

Kevin Lynch sat on the plush couch and was staring at the floor a sullen expression on his face. His head was resting on his hands and he there was an expression of hopelessness etched in his eyes. His dark hair was unwashed and his clothes were mismatched and disheveled from a quick dressing. Sitting down in her large office chair she wheeled it over with her feet in front of the solemn looking man. Smiling sympathetically she saw his gaze break from the floor and rise to look at her.

Flipping open a small notepad she then reached for a pen sitting on the desk. Mr. Lynch was her neediest patient by far and he usually always showed up in her office more often than his slated once a week appointment. Kevin had been coming to her for about four years now and she had gotten to know him fairly well in that time. Rosalyn knew that he was a nervous, slightly paranoid, anxiety stricken man with a slight touch of attachment issues. About only a year after he started coming to her she truly thought he was making a breakthrough. He was doing well with managing his anxiety, was following her advice in getting out more to meet new people and he was even looking for opportunities of advancement in the technical analyst branch of the FBI.

But something had changed swiftly after his first year working with her. That was when he had met a certain Penelope Garcia. Even if she had not met his girlfriend of 3 years now, Rosalyn didn't know if she could say she liked her from what Kevin tells her about Penelope. Despite this putting her personal feelings aside was part of her job and she had to help Mr. Lynch through it while keeping a clear outsiders point of view. Tucking a blonde curl behind her ear she started scribbling her notes on the small pad. Crossing her thin legs she leaned forward slightly smiling brightly at Kevin.

"Kevin. Our appointment together isn't till Thursday, what brings you in today so early?" she asked quietly and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

"Well…" he began and sighed deeply before looking back down at the carpet and she looked at him, causing his gaze to shift back up to hers.

"What is it Kevin?"

Taking a deep breath in he sighed deeply before finishing his thought "…It's Penny." He muttered and Rosalyn nodded slightly before writing down a few notes on the ruled paper. It usually was.

Once Rosalyn had gotten it out of him it appeared to activate a switch in Kevin as it all continued to pour out of him. His expression was slightly angered as he spoke. "I just don't get it Mrs. Bullard." He spouted and she raised a thin brow before smiling in response.

"Kevin, how many times do I have to tell you to just call me Rosalyn? Please." She smiled and sat back in her chair, gesturing for him to continue speaking. Kevin scratched the back of his neck nervously and nodded slightly.

"Right…I forgot. Sorry." He cleared his throat speaking quite quickly "now where was I? Oh yea. Yesterday I go all the way out of my way on my out of the office yesterday to see her before I was off for the day, and-" he narrowed his eyes slightly and shifted in his seat again "I saw she was asleep."

Her brow furrowed "…sleeping?" Rosalyn asked and Kevin nodded quickly.

"Isn't that weird? I thought it was. I swear to god that team of hers works her too hard! They're going to run her into the ground." He huffed and crossed his arms haughtily "I tell her that all the time. But does she ever listen to me? No, of course she doesn't…!" he continued ranting on about the situation and her fingers flew across the paper, scribbling as fast as she could in vain to try and keep up with the distressed man sitting across from her.

As Rosalyn continued to listen to Kevin ramble on about how angry his girlfriend's lack of interest for what he felt about her workload she could only nod ever so often and continue to lend a sympathetic ear. They had been through this particular problem about 5 times in the past month alone…it was always the same story. Kevin would get angry (probably out of concern) at his colourful tech girlfriend about Aaron Hotchner and the rest of the BAU team and how he felt they worked her too hard and how Kevin felt she was too dedicated to her job. Kevin told Rosalyn of the many nights in which they were supposed to spend time together, only to get canceled on last minute or to have her not even show at all. He told her of times even when they were already together that as soon as she received a call she was up and on her way to the BAU, regardless of what he and her had been engaged in.

Rosalyn's trance was broken when there was a sudden pause in the man's ranting. "…Rosie? You alright?" he asked and Rosalyn's green eyes blinked quickly before smiling in response.

"Oh- yes, Kevin. Go on dear."

"-and anyways…" he started before Rosalyn finished another page of her scribbles.

"Is that it?" she asked and Kevin shook his head that he was not done. This caused her brow to rise slightly…there was something new to this one? Intrigued she shifted her position back into her chair and smiled. "Go on."

Kevin took a breath in before letting it out hastily as he spoke "-she was dreaming." He started and ran a hand through his tangled bangs "-and-and she was muttering in her sleep. And she was crying! I was so concerned when I saw her hunched over her desk like that!" he exclaimed and Rosalyn leaned forward slightly, an equal concern making its way into her expression.

"…a nightmare?" she asked and Kevin continued to sputter.

"-I-I don't know really! I shook her and she didn't really respond to me at first…" he trailed off and his expression hardened "...she only woke up after-" his brown eyes narrowed behind his thick rimmed glasses and he shook his head slightly in disbelief, looking distraught.

Placing a comforting hand on his shoulder Rosalyn's expression softened and she smiled slightly, urging him on. "Let it out Kevin. It will help." She reasoned and he was silent before he suddenly stood up and threw his arms in anger before beginning to pace. Taken aback by the sudden reaction she watched as he began to pace.

"She cried out." He said simply, venom lacing his words as he spoke "She begged for him not to leave her. She cried out for Agent Morgan." He said his last words with a hint of mocking and he angrily spun on his heel, facing the wall his shoulders slumped.

Rosalyn wasn't sure what to say. SSA Derek Morgan had not been a variable in Kevin's distressed rants to her in quite a while. Months back she had worked with him about his fears about the "hunky" (even if she had never bothered to Google a picture) FBI agent's solid place in Penelope's life. Kevin told her about the unbreakable bond the two of them shared, and that he was terrified he would one day make a move and come between them. Kevin had blubbered about how his girlfriend and the man flirt all the time, he described that he had even see him kiss her forehead on repeat occasions. It had shocked her at first that that the two were that close. Despite her original confusion that Rosalyn had she helped assure the frazzled Kevin Lynch to grasp the acceptance of his girlfriend's best friend. Derek Morgan was her best friend, and even though she didn't know her personally or necessarily like her: Rosalyn would never accuse a woman of something she didn't have proof for.

Although she still didn't know exactly what to say to her enraged patient she got up and walked over to him, putting a sympathetic hand on his shoulder. Kevin turned and looked at her directly, anxiously awaiting her answer. "Well…" he began.

Rosalyn blinked calmly and motioned to the loveseat. "Have a seat Kevin. Calm down for a minute alright?" doing as she asked he sat down, his shoulders still slumped.

"Kevin. Do you remember what we talked about just a few months back?" she questioned and he nodded slowly. "Remember?" placing a gentle hand on his knee she continued "Agent Morgan is nothing more to Penelope than her best friend. A companion. There could be a number of factors that could have explained what happened…she was having a dream Kevin, and it sounds like it was bad. Dreams are…" she trailed off and gathered her thoughts "I mean…they can be terrifying." She reasoned and Kevin raised a brow before looking the other way in annoyance.

"They can also be a reflection of what someone wants." He narrowed his eyes and his palms began to sweat as he got angry all over again. He blinked sadly and Rosalyn sighed before placing a hand on his shoulder, looking him straight in the eyes.

"Kevin, I really think you just need to take a breath and-" she started and Kevin's expression remained cold.

"No. I will not take a breath." He challenged and Rosalyn kept her gaze on his.

"Kevin-"

"-I might lose her Rosie, I can't do that." He sighed and she cringed: she hated it when people called her Rosie, but she felt it would not be the right time to mention that. She could see the clear hurt in his eyes and she smiled convincingly.

"How about this." She started "Why don't you bring Penelope by with you on Thursday?" she knew she had to try and do something to help him…it hurt to see her patient in so much distress. Rosalyn wasn't sure how much she could actually do, but she was willing to give it a shot.

His sour expression melted away and a smile broke out on his face "Really? That would be great! Oh I just know Penny will do it for me!" he smiled and Rosalyn smiled before he quickly grabbed his shoulder bag from in front of the loveseat before slinging it over his shoulder. Happily he turned to the closed door and opened it before turning back to the slim blonde. "I'll see you Thursday at…" he trailed off.

"four." she smiled and watched as he happily adjusted his checkered shirt before walking out of her office and waving as he left muttering a thank you, obviously looking like he felt much better.

Sighing slightly Rosalyn closed the door behind him and took a deep breath as she walked back over to her desk, sitting down in her large chair. She blinked a few times before raising a brow looking around the empty room. She leaned forward into her bag and pulled out her thin MacBook and set it up on the desk. Plugging it in she opened it and turned it on.

When the computer finished starting up she casually opened a web browser and clicked onto Google. When the page rendered she raised a brow and slowly typed 'SSA Derek Morgan FBI' into the search bar. She hit enter and waited for the computer to process the results. When the results appeared the first article instantly caught her eye "SSA Derek Morgan from BAU in Quantico, Virginia saves young girl from certain death." Pursing her lips she directed the cursor to the link and clicked on it.

When the page rendered she was greeted with a longer article about the BAU's valiant efforts only 2 months before, but especially one of Derek Morgan who had saved the life of a victim of a serial predator. Rosalyn smiled lightly at the first picture of the smiling little girl but then soon scrolled the browser window down. When the picture loaded her eyes widened slightly as his handsome face unfolded on the glowing screen. Blinking in surprise she scrolled more to reveal the entire picture of him smiling at the camera. Her eyes studied his built physique and shining smile and she felt heat begin to radiate to her cheeks. Smiling a little she giggled to herself…she could now certainly see why Kevin was fearful.

Oh my.

xxx

She was running.

Her pace was fast, she was gasping for air into her sore lungs and she was unable to see anything as she tore down the long corridor. Her long red tresses were mangled and dishevelled from her pace as her feet flew across the cracking, cold tiles of the darkened hallway. She had long abandoned her usual footwear a few floors back as they blistered her feet and she found it nearly impossible to move as needed while wearing the heels.

Cursing as she felt another blister beginning to form on her heel she bit her lip as she tried to hold back the tears stinging at the corners of her eyes. Her lungs screamed for air so she slowed to an eventual stop, bracing herself against the cracking wall. Her head was spinning and she closed her eyes, praying she would be able to catch her breath. She had never had to be in shape in her job description but she was wishing she had of made more of an effort for times like these.

She was currently being pursued by someone in the murky building. She didn't know where he was in the winding hallways; all she knew was that she had to get away: and fast. Gasping a few times she coughed before standing up straight and looked down the winding corridor. There was the occasional drop of water dripping down from the cracked ceiling but the only other sounds that could be heard were her heavy breaths.

Swallowing a lump beginning to form in her throat she continued on down the hall. She wasn't exactly sure where she was going to go, but she knew she had to find him.

She had to find him. He'd know of a way out of this shit hole.

Blinking back unshed tears due to her blistering heel she patted on virtually silently down the passage. Overhead a light flickered and she looked up at it before it made a sharp noise and went out, a spark of light escaping the burnt bulb. Gasping she shielded her head with her forearm before hesitantly looking up. When she realized that the sudden noise had just been a sparking light bulb she shook her head slightly before continuing on.

'Get a grip Garcia…' she thought to herself shaking her head slowly.

She had slowed her pace quiet drastically in an effort to reserve energy and at the same time catch her breath. But it wasn't until she heard a small thud of a footstep echo through the long passageway that she realized she had to run, now. Whipping her head around to survey the hall behind her she stopped for a second, assessing the possible source of the sound. Her heart skipped for a split second in her chest as her eyes caught the ominous sound of heavy thudding approaching her. Someone was coming up behind her fast.

She took off in a full sprint over the cracking concrete floor. In a panic she panted and cautiously looked over her shoulder as she ran. Her tangled hair flowed behind her as she ran and she breathed heavily before bee lining another sharp corner in the series of large halls. Running a few more pained steps she wasn't watching where she was staggering. As she ran closer to the end of the hall her calloused foot made sudden contact with something jagged. Penelope let out a pained yell before she looked down, holding the sole of her foot above the wearing concrete. There were unshed tears pricking at her eyes as she limped over to a door hanging off its hinge and she slipped behind beginning to asses her foot. Blood began to flow from the moderately sized wound and she whimpered slightly at the sight. From what she saw everyday this should be nothing…but it was so much more real when it was right before her eyes…leaking.

Cursing to herself slightly she tried to see what the offending object had been. When she saw a rusted nail protruding slightly from her bloodied foot her lower lip quivered and she felt a tear slide down her cheek as she suddenly realized what she would have to do. She slowly brought her shaking fingers to the rusted object and held onto it firmly as her eyelids slid shut. Bracing herself with one hand against the door she took a few deep breaths before her fingers wrenched on the nail.

There was a loud shriek before the corridor regained its silence.

Hot tears streamed down from her closed eyes as she threw the nail against the cracking wall. She covered her lips to prevent any more noise as she remembered that she may not be alone in the looming building. She sniffed back tears as she shakily tore at her skirt. She pulled a few times before a strip of the violet material shredded into her fingers. She leaned down to her steadily bleeding foot and wrapped the soft fabric around the wound, praying it would slow the oozing. Staggering back to her feet similar to a newborn fawn she cautiously looked out from behind her hiding place. When she saw it was clear she took off as quickly as her pained limping would allow.

She was about to turn another corner when she heard them.

There were voices. They were raised and heated as she identified they were arguing with each other. She flattened her form against the frigid wall and hesitantly leaned her head closer to the corner in an attempt to hear the broken shouts. She couldn't make out near enough to understand fully what was transpiring around the corner but she managed to hear a deep voice echoing down the hall.

Penelope couldn't hear everything but she knew she clearly heard in the voice's pained gasping "come…near her and I will kill you." It screamed and she felt her heart swell in recognition.

Derek.

Panicking slightly at the distress in his voice she almost rushed out to the scene and help her knight in shining armor when she stopped mid-limp. She didn't know who this guy was never mind what he was capable of. Burying her screaming thoughts of desire to run and see what was going on she warily peered around the corner.

There she was met with the sight of the two men fighting. The strange man threw the dark skinned agent a single punch which Morgan easily caught with his large right hand. With a fierce grunt he shoved the smaller man into the wall with a hard thud, pinning his other free hand behind his back. He leaned his neck over the man's shoulder and a smirk spread across his lips "Give it up man. There ain't anywhere you can go. Now tell me how the hell I can get out of here?" he barked and twisted the man's arm harder, causing the small man to whimper before glaring harshly.

"I'm not telling you anything." He hissed and Morgan twisted his arm even further. The man let out a shriek of agony and when he didn't say anything Morgan's dark eyes narrowed angrily before he shoved him against the wall again to emphasize his point.

"Look. I'll make this very simple-"

Penelope watched in horror as a second, much larger man silently move behind her hero. His arms outstretched he forcibly grabbed Morgan's strong shoulders and brought his foot forcibly underneath him in a swift motion knocking his large frame's footing out from under him. Morgan was completely caught off guard by the sudden appearance of the second unsub and staggered backwards, desperately trying to grasp the crumbling railing or the cracking wall. When his long fingers finally grasped a piece of the railing the second unsub noticed this and smirked. Morgan's eyes widened in fear as he realized he was in no position to fight back. Smiling wickedly he pressed his palm on Derek's muscular chest, gently pushing him backwards.

She had to cover her mouth with her bloodied fingers to silence her frightened scream as she watched his frame disappear from the scene. She heard a few distinct thumps before a very definite sickening crack before the silence resumed. Flattening back to the wall she covered her mouth as tears freely fell down from her watering eyes. Her bottom lip trembled as she whispered "no…" to herself silently. She bit her lip and looked back around the corner to see the two unsubs looking down the large stairwell.

"Do you think he's dead?" the offending second man grunted and the first man rolled his eyes before shrugging.

"Don't really give a shit." He rubbed his shoulder "the fuck deserved it. My arm is going to hurt for a fucking month." he looked at his partner before nodding down the hallway. "Come on man. We gotta find the bitch and get out of here." He sneered and they proceeded down the corridor directly towards where Penelope was around the corner.

Gasping silently she limped quickly back the way she came and took shelter behind the hanging door. The two men stopped walking just on the other side of the door before looking around the large hallway.

"Look." The first one grunted "she came down this way, she sliced herself somehow." He observed and his partner knelt down to look at the pool of her drying blood.

The seconds that passed were agonizing as she remained completely motionless behind the door. Her eyes were closed, fresh tears stinging at her eyes. She breathed silently, her chest heaving in and out at quick intervals. Praying silently she held her injured foot just above the floor.

"Let's go this way." The second one snapped. "She couldn't have gotten far." She made sure the footsteps were well out of earshot as she silently cried before shoving the door forward. Limping as fast as she could down the hall and back around the corner she bit her lip as agony swept through her leg. She winced but only continued faster down towards the stairwell. When she reached the crumbling railing she looked down feverously, her heart beat thudding in her aching head.

When her frightened gaze fell on him she covered her mouth before looking away in horror. He was…He was…her thoughts raced through her mind before she heard a soft, pained groan from the bottom of the stairs. Her eyes flew back to him and noticed his fingers moving. Penelope gasped before heading to descend to where his body lay crumpled. Limping as she went down when she finally reached him she collapsed to her knees, her eyes trying to assess the damage to her boy.

She didn't hesitate to grasp his moving hand and lean over him before passionately brushing her fingers down his bruising jaw. "Morgan!" she whimpered before shaking him ever so gently. "...D-Derek p-please." She stammered "you…you need to speak to me." She finished in a hoarse whisper before watching him, praying for his answer.

"…Pen…elope?" his deep eyes winced in pain but they soon fluttered open. Weakly smiling she sent a silent thank you and squeezed his hand in her fingers tightly.

"It's me sweetness. I'm here." She whispered before looking him over "we're…I-I'm going to help you up…we're going to get out of here." She reasoned while looking for a place she could get leverage to help her fallen friend up. She brought her right hand under his lower back and tried to ease him to his feet. Letting out a wail of agony he collapsed before he closed his eyes, wincing in pain.

"I-I think…I think my spine's…broken." He wheezed and Penelope's eyes widened before grabbing for his hand fearfully.

"Oh no…no honey don't you worry. I'm going to get you out-" She fumbled around his belt for his phone and grabbed the small device with shaking fingers. Flipping it open she shook her head when she realized the screen was cracked. She pressed the keypad multiple times before realizing it had been crushed in the fall. She put it to the side and went back to the fallen man. "We…we're going to get out of here. Someone will come. I'm not leaving you I promise." She whispered to him and Morgan nodded slightly before squeezing her hand in return. Unshed tears sparkled in her brown eyes and she saw his weakened stare direct to the bloodied mess on her foot.

"What…happened." He rasped and concern was evident on his face. Penelope's eyes watered and she blinked…even in his severely injured state, all this man could think about was her. Shaking her head she moved her foot out of his sight.

"Don't worry your gorgeous head over me my love." She smiled weakly, trying to lighten the devastating scene. "Just rest." She whispered and he closed his eyes painfully, leaning his head back.

Penelope leaned forward further towards him before taking the dirty white cardigan from around her shoulders and placed it under his head gingerly. He smiled in thanks and the two were silent for a few moments, their fingers tightly laced together.

"Penelope…" he whispered weakly "there's something…I want you to know." He rasped before her lips grimace.

"No Derek. Don't go there. Please. You're going to be- you're going to be fine." She affirmed and he smiled weakly before weakly reaching up. She leaned forward and he cupped her cheek before blinking slowly.

"You're…you're everything to me woman. I don't ever…ever want you to forget that…baby girl." He finished weakly before she felt a tear slide down her cheek. She didn't know what to say.

"…Derek I…" she was cut off when they heard distant footsteps approaching the stairwell. Derek's eyes widened in fear before his head whipped to Penelope.

"Penelope." He said firmly before swallowing hard. Her eyes trembled and he nodded to the gun on his waist. "Take it. I need you to…" he instructed and Penelope's eyes widened in horror and she shook her head.

"I'm-I'm not leaving you." She whispered and he glared.

"Take. It." He whispered weakly and she shakily un-holstered the gun from his belt. Clutching it to her breast she looked up fearfully at the approaching footsteps. She looked back down at him.

"I-" she whimpered and he winced. He knew she couldn't get both of them, he knew she didn't know how to shoot, never mind aim at two men running towards her. She grabbed his hand tightly in fear and he pressed his lips together.

"Penelope…I need you…to do something for me." She nodded slowly in understanding. "I need you to…run." He whispered.

"I am not leaving you!" she cried and threw her arms around his neck as best she could due to his injured state. Tears were staining his shirt and he worried her cries would alert the men faster. He hushed her and pushed her back to look her straight in the eyes.

"Penelope…run." He said sternly and her lower lip quivered.

"Baby boy-"

She didn't get a chance to finish as she heard the two voices at the top of the stairs. The one man pointed and muttered something about "the bitch being right there!" Morgan's eyes burned with worry as he turned to Penelope, his teeth gritted in agony. "Run." He said quickly, desperateness in his features. When she didn't move he narrowed his eyes desperately "RUN!" he bellowed and Penelope's lower lip quivered and she closed her eyes before turning and continuing through the foyer as fast as her foot would allow. Adrenaline pumped her forward as she heard the frustrated scream from one of the unsubs at her escape.

The only thing she heard was the defining crack of a gun.

xxx

Her amber eyes snapped open in an instant before she shot up in her bed, looking around her room fearfully. Her breaths were nothing more than pained gasps as her mind raced as it tried to slow her pounding heart. Sweat beaded her entire body causing her pale yellow nightie to cling tightly to her soaked skin. She brought her knees to her chest and held them tightly to her chest, letting her head rest heavily on her knees. Tears ran down her cheeks in steady streams as she gazed around the quiet room frightfully, looking for any threats hiding their presence in the shadows. Light from the full moon peaked through the drawn curtains casting the room in an soft white glow, giving the woman huddled on her bed a sense of comfort the entire room wasn't completely shroud in darkness.

Shit. This was the fourth night this week.

Taking a deep breath she swung her legs over the side of the mattress to get up…she needed a drink. It wasn't until she dried her remaining tears with the tissue in her fingers and her toes slipped into her fluffy white slippers that she heard it.

Her heart stopped.

It was a very slight noise, almost inaudible in her deathly silent apartment. But Penelope could hear it clearly as if it were right in the room next to her. She heard the silent jingle of keys and the tell-tale sounds of the tumblers of the lock turning. Someone was coming in. Someone was coming into her apartment. She scrambled for the handle of the nightstand next to her bed and promptly tore it open. She fumbled through old photographs and a few receipts until her fingers found what she was searching for. They grasped around the cold handle and she pulled it out, the short blade catching a beam of moonlight it shone in her hands. She may not believe in guns but after she was shot she had hid a few knives around her apartment; much to Morgan's protecting advice.

She quietly crept to the living room quickly and hid against the wall the door would swing into when opened. Her heart was beating in her ears and her knuckles were turning white with the force she was grasping the knife with. A few painfully long moments later she heard the lock stop turning and the door proceeded to swing open.

She was terrified for her life, adrenaline was pumping through her veins and she could feel her stomach in her throat she was so stricken with anxiety. She could barely contain herself as she swung at the perceived intruder. It wasn't until her hand stopped that she realized the intruder was staring at her with widened eyes. He held her wrist in his fingers tightly while staring at the foreboding blade looming over his head fearfully with terror. Her eyes widened in shock and realization at who was staring back at her-who she had been a mere inch from stabbing.

Kevin's gaze hardened and his voice was low and cracked slightly "W-We need to talk."

A/N: I went...a little overboard on this chapter in terms of length. But after going over it 3 times, I just didn't have it in me to cut anything out. And I had to add that extra little scene after the end because it would have just been needlessly cruel to just end the chapter on the end of the dream. But I hope this is making sense so far! last chapter Morgan told Garcia what happened about the guy pushing him down the stairs, so her dream unfolded into a much more intense nightmare of him being pushed down stairs. I'd love to hear your thoughts! ...please don't kill me. It was only a dream! I promise some goodness is coming (:

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