Hello, everyone.

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Thanks for coming back, Morgan.

Morgan gasped, yanked his hand from Reid's in a flash before he jumped back a little.

"Morgan …" Hotch stood up, noticing Morgan's drastic movement. "Is everything alright?"

Morgan turned back, facing Hotch. "Yeah …yeah. All is good."

"You just took off your hand like you have been electrocuted or something."

"I'm okay."

"Morgan …"

"I think I'm going to head home, can you stay with him?" Morgan asked quickly, avoiding the topic.

Hotch raised his eyebrow, he was surprised by Morgan's attitude, wanting to go home and not stay beside Reid.

"Of course, I don't mind staying with Reid."

"Thanks. Okay, then. I'm … I'm going to go home." Morgan started walking.

"Morgan." Hotch called and held Morgan's arm. Hotch gently pulled Morgan towards the side and forced Morgan to face him.

"Is everything alright?" Hotch inquired again.

"I told you …I'm okay."

"Morgan, I just want you know that you can talk to me anything … anything."

"That's nothing to talk about."

Hotch let loose of Morgan's arm. "Okay. If that's what you say."

Morgan tried his best to avoid looking at Hotch. Morgan didn't know what to tell, hell, he didn't know what to think at that moment. He didn't even know if he's in the right state of mind.

"Go home, get some sleep." Hotch said finally. He knew Morgan was hiding something and he also knew Morgan was not going to tell him anything, at least for now.

"Don't worry, Hotch. I will take him back home."

Both Morgan and Hotch turned towards the voice and saw Garcia standing at the door. She flashed a sad smile towards Hotch before silently held Morgan's hand and took him out of the room.

Hotch exhaled loudly before he turned back towards the bed. He walked nearer to Reid and sat on the empty chair.

"You have to wake up, Reid. Morgan is beating himself up, a little too much this time. I don't know what to do. We need our genius here. He need his genius here. Only you can save him, Reid."

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Garcia sighed silently before she stopped her car in front of Morgan's house. "We're here."

Morgan, who have been dead silent throughout the ride, slowly turned toward Garcia. "Thanks."

Garcia quickly held Morgan's hand before he could open the door.

"Honey, please talk to me."

"What am I supposed to say?"

"Derek …"

"I'm so tired, Garcia. I just want to go home and sleep." Morgan spoke in the lowest voice possible.

Garcia slowly let Morgan's hand free. "Okay, get some rest."

Morgan said nothing, he just nodded and climbed out of the car. He walked towards his house, not even bothered to turn behind and wave at Garcia.

Garcia sighed again as she watched Morgan walking to his house.

"What's going on with you, Derek?"

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Morgan pressed the door bell and waited while his thoughts began its assaults to his already disturbed mind.

"Did I really heard his voice?"

"Why didn't I tell Hotch?"

"They will think I'm out of my mind."

"How it could it even be possible?"

"Derek, I thought you were staying at the hospital." Fran asked when she saw her son standing at the doorstep.

Morgan smiled a little, hiding all the turbulence going on his mind behind his smile.

"I'm just too tired, Ma. I'm going to get some sleep."

Morgan walked past his mother, straight to his room. Fran closed the room and narrowed her brow in confusion. She knew something was wrong.

Morgan walked as fast as possible, unlocked his room door, closed it before anyone could think calling him.

Morgan threw his jacket on the floor, tossed his wallet and phone on the nightstand and climbed on the bed. He lay flat on the bed, and gazed at the white ceiling.

Thousands of questions started running again in his mind.

"Was that really Reid or just I … imagining as such?"

"What's happening to me?"

Annoyed with his own thoughts, Morgan turned to his side, the photo of his father greeted his eyes from the nightstand.

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About half an hour later, Fran quietly opened the door and saw Morgan sleeping. Fran walked closer and pulled the blanket over Morgan. She held Morgan's right hand and kissed slightly on his knuckles.

"Sleep tight, my boy."

Fran looked up and saw both her daughters standing at the door with concerns plastered on their face.

Fran slowly guided the girls back to the living room, leaving Morgan to sleep peacefully.

"Ma, I'm worried about Derek." Sarah opened up, sitting down on the couch. "He looks so lost."

"I know, honey." Fran tapped Sarah's knee, hoping to assure her.

"Ma, I don't even want to think how Morgan would be like if something happened to Agent Reid." Sarah continued.

"Sarah, come on now, don't get there. I'm sure Spencer is going to be alright."

"You don't know that." Sarah said again, a little more worried than earlier.

"Ma," Desiree called, stopping both her mother and sister from talking. "Was Derek like this, when Dad died?"

Fran looked at her daughter, the question triggered a memory.

"Derek, what are you doing here, honey? I've been looking for you everywhere."

"I want him back, Ma." The little boy looked up at his mother." I want Dad back."

"Honey." Fran mumbled before she sat beside her son, wrapped him around her arms, bringing him into her warmth.

Wrapping his hand around his mother, burying his head to his mother's chest, Derek cried. "It's not fair."

"IT'S NOT FAIR!"

"Ma?" Desiree shook her mother, bringing Fran back to reality.

Fran placed her hand on top of Desiree's hand. "It might take some time, but he will be okay."

Fran smiled a little, hoping to comfort her daughter's disturbed mind, but don't know if she could reassure herself.

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Hotch has no desire to sleep. Sitting on the chair beside Reid's bed, Hotch continue to watch the rise and fall of his agent's chest.

"You know, Reid." Hotch spoke out of sudden. "I never spoke about Haley's death to anyone."

Hotch leaned closer to the bed. "I thought if I don't speak about it, I don't have to deal with it and I can just let it pass me."

"But …" Hotch stopped for a moment, allowing his thoughts to accumulate itself. "I was wrong. I don't remember it every day, but when one of you guys gets hurt, it just flash in front of me and I remember every single detail of it, like it just happened yesterday."

Hotch paused for another moment before pulling out the chain with a cross he was wearing around his neck.

"Haley gave this me, on our wedding anniversary."

Hotch took the chain up, off his neck and held it close to him."

"She said the chain will be like a shield, it will always protect me. I never really believed in it, but I kept wearing it because I believe her words."

Hotch gently took Reid's hand and turned it around. Hotch placed the chain on Reid's palm and wrapped Reid's fingers around it.

Hotch, then held Reid's hand with both his hands and raise it to his chest height.

Hotch closed his eyes. "I know you can actually hear me, Haley. Maybe you can talk to somebody up there … and just … watch him over for me."

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