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Walking with extra speed while wearing high heels was certainly something Garcia would not prefer too, but today, she doesn't give a damn. With the speed she was walking combined with the sound of her heels making, she was definitely getting everyone's attention, but her only intention was to get to the waiting room and to know if her baby boy was okay.

JJ was sitting with her head down, her elbows resting on her knee and sitting beside JJ, Kate was rubbing softly on JJ's back. The sight told Garcia to expect the worst.

"Hey, you're fast." Rossi's voice brought Garcia back to reality.

"How is he?" She asked quickly.

"He's still in surgery."

"What happened?" Garcia asked. "All of a sudden, I got a call saying Reid was shot, Derek is missing and I had to track his phone just to know he is in his house. Can somebody tell me what the hell is going on?"

"Penelope, you might want to sit down." Rossi tapped the chair beside him.

"No, I want to know what happened."

"Dave is right, you might want to sit down, Garcia." Hotch walked in.

"Did you talk to Morgan?" Kate asked.

"Why is Derek not here? Something happened to him?" Garcia panicked.

"He's not hurt …physically, if that is what you were asking about."

"I don't like the sound of your sentences, Aaron. What really happened there?" Rossi questioned.

"Well, Morgan pretty much throw me out of the house."

"What?" JJ snapped. "I get that we all are hurt by what happened to Reid, but he has no right to do what he is doing right now."

"Can anyone speak English here?" Garcia cut in. "I want to know what hell happened today!"

"Reid and Morgan were able to locate Eric after you tracked him down." Hotch explained to Garcia. "We profiled that he might visit the place significant for him, which was the street his parents died in the car crash. Well, he was there and Reid tried to talk him down, which Morgan didn't agree with his approach. Then, I don't know how, Erik snapped and started shooting …"

"But Spence was just trying to save the boy, Derek has no right to put the blame on Spence …"

"You don't understand, JJ"

"I don't know if my son's godfather is going make it, so I'm sorry, if I am not in the mood to understand certain things."

"The place Reid was shot was the same place Morgan's father died."

Garcia gasped. "Reid is one of the people Derek is closest to after his father, and watching him getting shot in the same place his father died …oh my poor boy."

"We all know how overprotective Morgan is over Reid and how bad he handles when it comes to emotions, so, right now, we need to give him some time." Hotch said, finally sitting down on a chair.

"What happens now?" Kate asked.

"Mrs. Morgan said she will talk to him and …" Hotch signed. "We will have to wait." Hotch looked around desperately, waiting for a doctor to walk out, to tell him about Reid's condition.

-CM-CM-CM-

Morgan was sitting on the floor, in the corner of his room. He has no idea how long time has passed and he has no interest in finding out too. He got up and sat on his bed. Morgan took the photo frame from the nightstand. Wearing a police uniform, his father was looking back at him with a proud smile on his face.

"Dad …" Morgan mumbled and instantly tears rolled down his cheeks.

Holding the photo frame close to him, Morgan took out his phone. Flipping through the picture collection he was having, Morgan stopped at the picture of Reid on his back on the day they won the game.

"I don't want to go there, Dad." Morgan spoke softly to his father's picture.

"I don't want to hear they say he's no more, just like how they told me after you were shot."

"I don't want him to leave me, like you did."

"I can't go through all that again."

"Please, don't let him die. He's the only thing I got after you."

-CM-CM-CM-

"He's coding."

"Starting compression."

"Morgan, I'm going to move where he can see me."

"No, you stay right here."

"Morgan, I got this."

"No, you listen to me, Spencer Reid. Stay where you are."

"Charging!"

"Still no pulse."

"Charging again."

"Morgan, I have to do this."

"Reid, this kid is delusional, we don't know what he can do, and he got a rifle, for god sake!"

"I can't let him die, not again. Cover me and don't shoot."

"Reid …Reid!"

"I'm sorry, but I have to do this."

"Still no pulse.'

"Come on, Dr. Reid. Don't be so stubborn."

"Doc, should we call it off?"

Dr. Steven looked down at his patient, something was telling him not to stop. "Just one more time, charge it."

Looking at his patient, with paddles ready in his hand. "One last time, help me out here, Dr. Reid."

-CM-CM-CM-

Fran stood at the door. With a heavy heart, not knowing what to expect, she opened the unlocked door.

Walking quietly into the room, Fran saw Morgan passed out on the bed. She gently raised both his legs up onto the bed. Pulling the cover over Morgan, Fran took the photo frame from Morgan's hand.

Fran sat on the bed before she pressed a soft motherly kiss on Morgan's forehead.

Fran tried to control her tears when she looked into her husband's photo. The night's horrifying memories refreshed her present state of mind.

"I'm so sorry, Fran. He's no more."

"Did he suffer?" Fran asked, trying not to break down in front of her husband's partner.

"He died doing what he loved the most, Fran."

"Thank you, Eddie. I'm sure you would have done everything you can to save him."

"Fran …" Eddie called softly before he moved from where he was standing.

Fran gasped when she saw her ten year old son, sitting on a chair away from them.

"What is he doing here?"

"I took him back with me, he hasn't spoken a single word."

"What do you mean by you took him back with you?"

"He was there, Fran."

"No."

"He watched Joe die, Fran."

"What he was doing there? He wasn't supposed to be there!"

"I know, Fran. Trust me when I say I know how difficult the situation here, but he needs you. He has been sitting there, staring into space. I tried all I can."

Fran cried before Eddie wrapped his hands around her, bringing Fran into a hug. "I'm sorry, Fran"

Fran wiped her tears before she walked over and sat beside her son.

"Ma, Dad is not going to come back home anymore, isn't he?"

"I'm so sorry, baby."

"It's all my fault."

"No, it's not your fault."

"It is." Derek yelled. "It's because of me, Dad died."

Fran looked at the son with tears in her eyes. Deep down, she knew she was looking at her traumatized and devastated ten years old son.

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