Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds

A/N: I just realized that I changed the unsubs name from Green to Miles near the end of the last chapter…I apologize for any confusion I caused. I have no idea why I suddenly started calling him Miles. We're going with Green from now on.

Uh, didn't really like this chapter, even after rewriting it twice. Writer's Block is returning…Ugh…

WARNING: Nothing worse than stuff in previous chapters…Still bad though __________________________________________________

Morgan ran out of the doctor's office with Rossi on his heels. He stopped outside, and looked around, his heart pounding so hard he was sure it was going to break his sternum. There was no sign of Reid, or Green. Rossi pulled out his cell phone, flipping it open and jabbing at the buttons. He held it to his ear silently for a moment, and then practically barked into it.

"Garcia! We need a trace on Reid's phone, now!" He paused, listening to Garcia on the other end, and then he ran to the SUV, with Morgan following. Morgan felt nauseas, and lightheaded…he prayed he wouldn't pass out, not now. He was relieved that Rossi was driving.

"Call Hotch, tell him Green got Reid…no, I don't know how!!! Just tell Hotch. Just text me if they turn, and tell me which street they turn down." With that, Rossi hung up, turning on the siren and lights, turning his full attention to the road. He was driving like a maniac, and Morgan had to put his hand on the ceiling to keep himself steady so he wouldn't throw up.

"I don't see the bastard's car…fuck…Garcia better be right…" Rossi's phone chimed and he opened it, took a glance, and then swerved, turning around and taking a side street. Another text and Rossi slammed on the breaks. "Garcia says he's here, somewhere…" Rossi jumped out of the car, and Morgan followed, looking around to find Green's car, and not seeing it.

"Did Garcia have an address?" Morgan asked.

"No…she said that he called her, but she couldn't hear anything on the other line. She called an ambulance…God…where is he?"

A door a couple houses away opened and they turned instinctively towards the sound. The sight of Reid calmly walking out of the house, closing the door behind him, was not exactly what they had expected.

There was blood; that much Morgan could comprehend. He didn't know whose blood covered the brown argyle sweater-vest Reid wore. Rossi made it to Reid first, grabbing the young man's shoulders and shaking him.

"Reid! REID! Reid, look at me, what happened?" Rossi yelled. Reid simply stared at Rossi as if he were an alien, his eyes wide and confused, his face turning almost grey. Morgan half wanted to grab Rossi, and throw him away from Reid, but knew better than to cause a scene. After several moments of silence, Rossi let go of Reid's shoulders, to Morgan relief, and suddenly Reid came out of his stupor, turning towards a car on the street, and hurrying over to it. He pulled a set of keys out of his pocket, and fumbled with them before opening the car's trunk, revealing Fletcher's unconscious form.

The sound of sirens suddenly rose from the distance as the ambulances came screeching down the street. When the medical staff jumped out, Rossi yelled at a doctor to attend to Fletcher, who lay unconscious, bound, gagged, and bleeding in the trunk of Green's car. Thankfully, the doctor didn't mind Rossi's rude behavior, and immediately ran to the car. Reid stepped back, allowing a doctor to check on Fletcher. Morgan stepped next to Reid, and slowly put an arm around his shoulders. Reid jumped, but then leaned against Morgan, seemingly suddenly exhausted. Once they had gotten a little ways away from the scene, Morgan helped Reid sit down on the curb.

Once Reid was sitting, Morgan carefully examined him. His sweater-vest and the shirt underneath it had a tear, and there was a small cut in his side, but nothing too serious, which meant most of the blood wasn't Reid's. Sighing with relief, Morgan sat down, and pulled Reid against himself, not really caring if anyone saw. Worry was starting to settle in Morgan's gut…Reid was too quiet. Really, he hadn't said anything thus far.

Morgan glanced up, and saw another one of the Bureau's black SUV's pulling up. Reid tensed, murmuring something unintelligible. Hotch jumped out of the SUV, struggling with the conscious effort to remain calm. Hotch and Prentiss glanced briefly at Reid and Morgan, before turning to the scene that was unfolding. Green was being wheeled out on a stretcher, injured and covered in blood, but alive.

"Reid, what happened, kid?" Morgan asked gently, hugging Reid's body tightly to his own. Reid shivered slightly, and took a deep breath.

"I had to shoot him, Morgan…he-" Reid stopped, looking up as a man was escorted out of the house by Prentiss and Hotch, his hands behind his back in cuffs. Instead of finishing his statement, Reid just shook his head, looking down at the asphalt. Morgan waited for him to speak, but when Reid stayed silent, Morgan didn't bother him. He figured Reid just need a minute to calm down after whatever had happened. Hotch began walking over to them, snapping his phone shut.

"Fredericks and Green are on the way to the hospital, and they're both expected to make a full recovery." Hotch paused, obviously trying to articulate what he said next in a way that wouldn't upset Reid. "Rossi told me what happened. Reid, maybe you should see a doctor." Reid shook his head, moving away from Morgan.

"I'm fine, actually. I just want to get home and take a shower."

Hotch was silent for a moment, his jaw tense. "If you're sure. I'll need a report on what happened, though. I want you both to bring your reports in tomorrow morning."

Hotch walked away, and Morgan helped Reid to his feet, escorting him over to one of the SUV's. They stopped by the Bureau before going home. When they got in the door, Reid instantly began pulling off his clothes, which startled Morgan slightly. By the time he'd made it to the bathroom, he'd lost the bloodstained sweater-vest, tie, and shirt. Morgan picked them off the floor, and after a brief moment, decided to throw them away, tossing them in the trash can outside. With that done, he sat down on the couch, and began filling out his report, writing concisely, only including the necessary details. Once it was done, he put it on the tea-table. He dozed off while sitting on the couch, despite it not even being noon yet. He woke up to the feel of gentle, timid kisses pressing against his jaw, a thin body curled against him. He opened his eyes, and smiled slightly, stroking a hand down Reid's cheek. He had on his glasses, and one of Morgan's old tee-shirts. Morgan must've been asleep for a while, because Reid's finished report was on the table on top of Morgan's.

"How you feeling?" Morgan asked. Reid tucked his head under Morgan's chin, relaxing under Morgan's touch.

"I've been better," Reid muttered grumpily. He pulled back, motioning at a plate on the tea-table. "I made you a sandwich. I figured you'd be hungry when you woke up."

Trying to ignore how incredibly sweet it was of Reid to make him lunch, Morgan grabbed the plate, and began to scarf down the sandwich. "You already ate, right?" he asked through a mouthful of food. A smile tugged at the corners of Reid's lips, and he nodded, leaning against the armrest of the couch. Once Morgan had finished, he got up and took his plate to the kitchen. When he returned to the living room, Reid was sprawled out on the couch. Morgan sat on a sliver of couch that was not occupied by Reid's long limbs, next to Reid's hip.

"You okay, kid?"

Reid groaned, shaking his head. "I didn't want anyone to know what happened to me…" he muttered. Reid took in a deep breath, and let it out slowly. "I guess there's really nothing I can do about it now…" Morgan leaned over Reid, kissing his cheek.

"They aren't going to think less of you, Spencer, you know that." Reid looked up at him with big, watery brown eyes, holding his gaze briefly before looking away, his throat clicking as he swallowed dryly. Reid's fingers were fidgeting nervously with the bottom of his shirt, so Morgan gently took Reid's hands in his own, slowly rubbing his fingers. "Everything will go back to normal, soon enough."

"When have things ever been normal at the BAU?" Reid asked, his voice cracking, but a small smile forming on his face. Morgan put on a fake thoughtful expression, pursing his lips together.

"Well, things were pretty mundane before you joined." At this, Reid laughed, his smile growing.

"So you just like having me around to keep things interesting?" Reid joked. Morgan just laughed, shaking his head.

"God, we'd be lost without you, kid." Reid just rolled his eyes, but he was still smiling, and the general mood had lifted. Morgan still felt a flurry of emotions battling inside of him, but with Reid smiling and happy, he didn't dare begin brooding now.

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TBC…

A/N: I will probably post the next chapter later than usual, maybe three, or four days from now. I have a vague idea of what I'm going to do next, but I need to formulate it more clearly in my mind before I continue.