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"How did I end up here, in this situation?"

Morgan doesn't know if destiny can be more painful than anything he has been facing right now. He doesn't want to wake up to the world which doesn't have any sense kindness towards him.

He knew he couldn't run away, but he wished he could. He wished he could just disappear, leaving the harsh reality behind.

Morgan woke up, blinked his eyes a few times before he saw his mother, sitting in a chair beside his bed, watching him.

"Hey." She whispered softly.

Morgan pushed himself up and sat on the bed. "Hey."

"You want to come down and have something to eat?"

"No, I don't feel like eating." Morgan answered, hoping his mother wouldn't touch the subject he been avoiding.

"Okay. Do you feel like talking then?"

Morgan looked at his mother, "Ma, I …"

"The more you try to run away from it, the more it's going to chase you."

Morgan shook his head, he didn't want to break down in front of his mother, in front of the lady whom he as always projected to be strong. "I just need some time, that's it."

"What you need to do right now, is accepting and face the reality." Fran said, gently.

"Reality? What reality, Ma?"

"Honey …"

"That was Reid's reality, Ma, not mine. I tried to help but he chose to get himself shot, and I can't do anything about it. He chose for it, not me."

"Do you even hear yourself, Derek?"

Derek stood up from the bed and started pacing around. "What do you want me to do?"

"To stop doing whatever you're doing right now?"

Derek stopped and turned to his mother. "You want me to go the hospital?"

"I didn't say that." Fran stood up too.

"Then …"

"I want you to stop hiding from your father's death."

"Ma …"

"You have been running away long enough, Derek. Stop for once and know the truth that you are not responsible for his death."

"Ma, I am begging you …" Tears were threatening his eyes.

"No Derek, I am begging you, let's end this, honey. Let's end this today, tonight."

"I can't Ma." Derek walked backwards and his back hit the wall. "I don't know how."

Fran walked forward and wrapped her hands around her son. Slightly rubbing his back, Fran said, "It's not your fault, your father died protecting people, not because you were there, you hear me?"

Morgan's legs grew weak, he couldn't stand anymore. Just when his mother broke the hug, Morgan knees gave out and he was on the floor. He couldn't remember the last time he has cried this much.

Fran sat down in front of her son. "Honey, you hide it all long, hide it too well, until you believe that everything is fine."

Fran touched Derek's knee. "I'm sorry that you had to be there at that time, it's cruel to watch your father dying, I know, but you have to let it go."

Fran cupped her son's face, gently forcing him to face her, "You might have been alone that day, but not today, I'm with you today."

"And we are too."

Fran and Derek looked toward the voices.

Sarah and Desiree walked in and each sat on either side of Derek's. "You are not alone anymore."

All of them wrapped hands on each other and sat in a few minutes of silence without any words being exchanged.

"I know you're hurting with what happened with dad and it's painful to see another man that you cherished the most to get hurt the same dad did, but it didn't justify what you are doing right now." Sarah said first.

"It's so stupid of him, I told him not to go." Derek whispered.

"But he did, he thought he could save the boy." Desiree said next.

"And look what it got him into." Morgan mumbled.

"Derek, can't you forgive yourself if something happened to Dr. Reid, knowing you could have been there beside him?"

Morgan looked at his mother, blankly.

"Honey, you had this guilt inside you because you thought you have not done anything to save your dad, but today you had the chance, you saved him before the EMT could come."

"What are you afraid of now, Derek?"

Morgan couldn't answer, words stuck in his throat.

Fran smiled sadly. "Whatever you're afraid of, you're not going to face it alone, we are here for you."

"Being first to it." Desiree walked forward and picked up Morgan's jacket. "Let's go, there is some place we have to be."

-CM-CM-CM-

"Ah, about time." Rossi mumbled, pointing towards a doctor coming through the door, heading towards them.

"My name is Dr. Barry. I operated on Dr. Reid."

"My name is Aaron Hotcher, Dr. Reid's next of kin. You can tell everything in front of us, we're his team, his family."

"Very well then, first of all, let me tell you that, when Dr. Reid was brought in, he has already lost a lot of blood and he coded two more times on the operating table. To be frank with you, I almost called it off."

Gracia gasped.

"But I can tell you that, your agent is one fighter."

"Is he's going to be okay now?" JJ asked, hiding the fear in her voice.

"I think we should be grateful right now because the bullet, it went through the left lung, missing the heart by a few inches and your agent is one hell of a lucky guy as the bullet decided to stop just front of the thoracic vertebrae."

The doctor continued. "Few more inches, the bullet might have fractured his spine, probably shattered it, or worst might have injured his spinal cord, then we might be having a more difficult discussion right now."

"How is he right now?"

"He's not breathing on his own now, and there is some swelling, but don't be panic if he didn't any reflexes at his injury level, it's probably just temporary."

"Is there anything else we should be worried about?" Kate asked.

"Yes, there's been cut in the oxygen supply to his brain during cardiac arrest, although we are not fully sure, we might want to keep an eye on possible brain damage."

Dr. Barry smiled sadly. "The next 48 hours would be critical."

"Can we see him?" Garcia asked, tears were already on her cheeks.

"He's being settled in the ICU as we speak. Nurse Mary will let you know once he's ready. Make it a short one and don't disturb him."

"And …" Dr. Barry turned back again. "Anyone by the name Derek here?"

Everyone looked at each other before Hotch answered. "He is one of my agent too but he's not here at the current moment. Anything?"

"Just before we are going to intubate Dr. Reid, he of course was pretty much out, but he whispered something like 'I'm sorry, Derek. Tell him, I'm sorry.'

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