I OWN NOTHING
Run.
Run!
RUN!
RUN!
"No!" Morgan shouted, his voice almost nonexistent against the onslaught of the rain that poured down around him. His feet pounded on the gravel, spraying the fallen water in all directions, soaking his pants yet he didn't feel it. "Reid!" he shouted again. Hoping to be heard.
"Morgan! Help Me!" His voice was strong, the real Reid. The Reid he always knew existed, even when Reid himself did not.
Everyone always underestimated the youngest on the team, whether it was because, in fact, he is the youngest member on the team or his easy going personality probably depended on the specific team member. But whatever the reason, the truth was clear.
"Please! Morgan!" His face was changing, it wasn't Reid anymore. Not his Reid. Not the younger team mate he considered a brother. It was someone else. He still looked like Reid, except his skin was paler. Too pale. "Reid!" His feet were moving faster, but he wasn't getting any closer.
"Mor-" He stopped mid word, his body arching forward as he struggled to bring air into his lungs.
"I'm coming! Reid, hold on!" Something was moving toward him, shadowing the light that shone upon the youngest agent. Smothering him in darkness. "Get away from him! You son of a bitch, don't you touch him." His legs, something was happening. They were too heavy. Why is he slowing down. His knees were giving out. NO! He was falling, he couldn't move. He couldn't feel his legs.
The shadow had completely covered his brother. He desperately called for Reid to say something. The numbing feeling that started in his legs had spread to up to his torso, down to his fingers. He had never felt more useless laying there on the cold ground. Unable to even feel the coolness against his skin. His entire body was numb. The only working muscles in his body was his eyes. They stayed forever glued on the darkened space where Spencer Reid lay.
As the darkness receded, he could slowly see his brothers form taking shape. His body much like Derek's own, crumbled to the ground. His eyes open. Unseeing. Staring straight into Morgan's own. A look of pure terror. Moisture quickly built up in the corners of his eyes, silently they traced lines down his cheeks falling lightly onto the already wet ground.
It was then that Derek Morgan knew exactly who had taken the youngest agents life. That thought alone, would haunt Morgan until the day he would finally meet this man.
Someone he could not protect Reid, or even himself from.
How can you protect someone from the inevitable?
How can you protect someone from Death?
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"Morgan?" A female voice called. Her hand reaching down to gently shake the male agent. "Morrrgan?"
With a startled gasp, Derek shot up. His eyes wild with fear as he grabbed the hand placed gently on his arm and pushed. JJ gasped too, as she stumbled back, her legs coming in contact briefly with the chair behind her before she was able to regain her balance.
"JJ?" Derek asked, his voice confused. "What…?"
"Are you alright?" She asked, quickly over the shock. She gently placed the back on her hand first on his forehead and then on his cheek.
"I'm fine." He said pulling away from her touch. "I'm sorry." His voice was honest, sincere.
"It's fine." JJ said, smiling just a little. But the smile quickly vanished.
"What were you dreaming about?"
"Have you heard anything about Reid?"
"Yeah." She closed her eyes briefly, lightly touching her forehead. "That's why I came in here. He's out of surgery. They're moving him into recovery now."
Morgan let out the breathe he had been holding in. Maybe things would get better.
"It was pretty touch and go for awhile, but he survived the surgery. Don't become fouled, he's not out of the woods yet, but this is a definite step forward."
"Thank you, doctor."
The doctor nodded his head once in recognition toward the eldest agent, and said "Doctor Reid is drifting in and our of consciousness but we are allowing visitors."
"That would be fantastic doctor."
"Right this way."
Morgan followed the trained surgeon back into the room at the far end of the hospital It was a short walk, but each step made his feet feel like lead, clunking against the ceramic tiles.
Reid was awake, if that's what you could call it. His eyes where hidden by a dim light, his head wobbled, lacking the strength to keep it up as the nurse shown her flashlight into his pupils.
"Very good, Spencer. You'll be a good as new in no time."
Morgan listened closely, as the raspy voice of Spencer Reid was muffled by the air mask.
It was barely audible and obvious cause a great amount of pain but sounded like "Wr'd O'ch?"
"Spencer, don't talk. You need to save your energy."
"O'ch."
"Come on Reid, you need to listen the nurse." Morgan said as he walked in to the small room. He meant Reid's eyes. For a moment scared that the eyes that haunted his nightmares would look him in the eyes during reality. But the eyes that focused on him where that of a very drugged but very alive Spencer Reid.
Morgan cracked a brief smile of relief.
"Hey Reid." Gideon said softly as he made his way to Reid bedside. Morgan watched as Reid eyes fluttered shut and then opened again. "It's alright Reid, you can sleep now. We'll be here when you wake up." Reid stared at Gideon, then shifted his gaze to Morgan. They looked eyes for a minute before Reid's eyes closed, his body going slack a minute later. So Morgan settled himself into a chair, waiting patiently for this all to be behind them.
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"Morgan?" The voice called him through his sleep induced mind. The fog lifted mildly, the voice oddly familiar but different from what was expected.
"Morgan!" The voice called again. Raspy and loud. This time Morgan eyelids shot open, recognizing the panicked voice of Reid.
His eyes were closed, squeezed shut. His face a mixture of fear and agony. His body twisting wildly against an imagined force.
"Reid?" Morgan said, his voice loud as he called to the younger agent. His hands grabbed onto Spencer's forearms trying to restrain the wild movements. "Open your eyes Reid." He gently shook his shoulder. The action startled Reid away from his nightmare, back to Morgan.
The painful eyes of the doctor meant Morgan's own.
"You were having a nightmare." Reid didn't say anything so Morgan continued "I think I should get the doctor." Morgan shifted his body to press the familiar 'Call Nurse' button only to be interrupted by the light grasp around his wrist.
"Mor-gan" Reid's face was paler then it had been before and Morgan knew what was coming. Quickly he shifted his body to grab to Pepto-Bismol colored plastic bin. Reid was still, almost as if he were dea- (No! Don't Think That). His grip around Morgan's wrist amplified. Placing the bin next to his head, in one quick motion he twisted Reid's body and lifted his head.
The gagging sound emitted from Reid's body made Morgan hurt. Looking down, his stomach clenched even tighter. The dark red stained the side of Reid's face and the plastic bin next to him.
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