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"Good morning, son."

The words pierced through the thoughts running cat and mouse race in Morgan's mind.

Morgan turned to the other side of the bed and saw his mother standing at the door with her evergreen yet calming smile on her face.

"Good morning, Ma." Morgan whispered.

"Had a good sleep?" Fran asked, behaving casually as she walked in and sat at the edge of the bed.

Morgan pushed himself up and leaned against his pillow. "It was okay."

"Why don't you freshen up yourself, I will prepare breakfast for you."

"Ma." Morgan called, forcing Fran to remain seated on the bed.

"Yes, honey?"

"Have you ever felt some weird moments in your life?"

Fran narrowed her eyes, looking straight at her son, not getting the meaning behind his words. "How weird, are we talking about here?"

"Creepy kind of weird."

"Honey, why don't you tell me what you are really planning to ask me?"

Morgan sighed in defeat. "I kind of hear Reid's voice when I touched his hand last night."

Despite being startled with Morgan's description of last night's incident, Fran remained calm.

"And …" She asked softly.

Morgan looked at his mother. "It's crazy, right? I mean how it is possible? How could I have heard his voice?"

"That's what your logic telling you, isn't it? But, what your heart telling you?"

Morgan looked at his mother, startled by her question, prodding the insecurities inside him.

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"I will make the guess, you didn't sleep."

Hotch looked up and saw Rossi, standing.

"Hey." Hotch whispered as he straightened himself up on the chair he was occupying.

"I brought you something to eat." Rossi walked in as he waved the paper bag he was having in his hand.

"Please tell me you got me a cup of coffee too."

"How can I forget the special ingredient of our life?" Rossi placed the coffee on the table nearer to Hotch.

"Let's see if the smell of coffee could wake our prince charming here." Rossi smiled a little to Hotch, but his smile faded when he turned to see Reid.

"How is he doing?"

"Not much of a progress."

"How about Morgan?"

Hotch shook his head, allowing his nonverbal gesture to update Rossi on the information he needed.

"That bad?"

"He's a mess." Hotch finally said the words, admitting to himself of Morgan's condition.

Rossi touched Reid's hand. "You have wake up soon, Kid because there's a plenty of people you need to tell that what happened to you is not their fault."

"Dave …"

Rossi turned to Hotch. "What? You think only Morgan is blaming himself? How about you?"

"I'm not." Hotch defended himself.

"Humor me."

"Okay, maybe a little." Hotch admitted.

Rossi suddenly chuckled.

"What's so funny?" Hotch asked.

"What do you think Reid would have said if he have just heard you?"

Hotch himself, smiled. "Probably a theory or quotation from any science book, stating how I'm technically could not be possibly responsible for his condition."

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"Morgan." Hotch acknowledged when he noticed Morgan standing at the door.

"Hey, Hotch." Morgan smiled a little.

Hotch stood up, returning the smile.

"If you want to go and get a shower, I can stay in the meantime." Morgan volunteered.

Knowing it would be a good idea to leave Morgan alone with Reid for a while, Hotch answered. "I think it's a good idea."

"Hey, Hotch." Morgan called when Hotch was about to walk out of the room. "I'm sorry about last night."

"What for?"

"I know I have been kind of off for some time. I just …"

"You don't have to apologize for anything, Morgan. I know it's hard for you, for all of us, but I just want you to know that I am … the whole team, is there for you, whenever you need us. All you need to do is talk to us."

"I know. Thanks, Hotch."

Hotch tapped Morgan's shoulder a few times in a comforting manner before leaving the room.

Morgan turned back into the room when Hotch left. Taking his steps slowly, Morgan walked nearer to the bed and for the first time, he sat on the bed instead of the chair.

"Hey, Kid." Morgan whispered. "I'm sorry I left you yesterday."

"I think I scared myself a little too much last night."

Morgan raised his hand to touch Reid's hand, but his bothered mind, threw thoughts in between preventing him from reaching to Reid but Morgan bashed the thoughts aside and finally took Reid's hand into his.

"No surprises this time, huh?"

Morgan gently held Reid's hand.

"I just don't know what to say, what to do, can you believe that? The smart-ass Derek Morgan is just like lost child right now …"

"It's so strange a split moment of happening can change so much in our life."

After a few moments of silence, Morgan continued. "I know probably we will have to have a man to man talk and I promise I will open up myself to you, no more hiding, running away from myself or what I need to face but it can wait. Right now, I need you to get better. Take all the time you need. I will wait and I'm not going anywhere, brother."

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Two Weeks Later

Morgan jumped out of the car even before it had fully stopped, and he sprinted. The force he was running caused him to bump into a couple of people walking in the way, but he didn't even wait to apologize.

"Dr. Barry." Morgan called before finally stopping at the nurse's station and inhaling greedily, re-energizing himself back with the lost oxygen.

"Agent Morgan, you were extremely fast."

"Is it true?"

"Why don't you see yourself?"

Morgan ran again, leaving Dr. Barry where he was. He needed to see for himself. Words don't seem to assure him.

Arriving to the destination, Morgan stopped, almost hitting himself with the door.

However, a weak voice diverted his attention. "Morgan."

"Reid … you're awake."

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