Author Note – I was so nervous posting the first chapter I forgot to put a disclaimer:

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Hindsight – chapter 2

When he walked through the door of the station, he saw Spencer apologising to Hotch before resuming whatever task he had been set by the unit chief. Hotch locked gazes with Morgan briefly, after a moment he slightly raised an eyebrow. Questioning whether he was okay. Morgan shrugged it off. Thankfully Hotch let it drop.

During their time out, the team had discovered the police had received other reports of a man peeping through windows. They split into pairs to investigate, Hotch with Blake, JJ and Reid, and himself with Rossi.

They had asked all the witnesses to make sure they had someone to stay with them and gave them their cards to contact them if the peeper came back. After speaking to the girls who had reported the incidents, they had a working profile to deliver.

Hotch stood alongside his team in front of the local law enforcement. "We're looking for a white man, early to mid-twenties. He'll be small, but strong."

"He likes to watch," Rossi continued. "Developing from when he was a child; sitting in the corner of the playground watching the others play. Authority figures will have noticed this, so, he attempts to hide it. Peeking around corners; blending in without being a part of the situation. He does it so he can understand why he can't fit in. He will have been attracted to these women and would worry about how to approach them. Which is why he follows them, and he assumes they will reject him unless he takes them by force."

Giving the profile out to the public had ignited the hotlines at the station. A lead from a hard ware store owner had led them to the Unsub, one of his regular customers. They had found the Unsub in the basement of his house poised with a hammer, ready to strike his victim.

Not twenty four hours later they were home. Reid was still avoiding him, and he wasn't sure that was a bad thing. Truth be told it was times like this Morgan was grateful for his own office so he could lock himself away, the downside of working with profilers was they knew when something was wrong.

Dumping his go bag in the chair opposite the desk, he slumped in his own. The beep of his phone told him he had a message, pulling it out he saw her face. A quick snap he'd taken on a rare team night, Emily had been laughing at something she, JJ, and Penelope had been talking about. She had looked up at the flash and given him a big smile.

"Hi I heard you just got back. If you want to talk, call me, Em x"

He wondered who called her. Probably JJ, possibly Penelope. JJ had been giving him and Spencer worried looks the entire journey home. Penelope had asked if everything was okay between them as well.

Morgan debated whether to talk to her. They spoke regularly since her move to London but neither had mentioned him taking her home after the wedding, or the kisses they had shared. She would want to know what was wrong, and he didn't want to explain, he didn't want her to become uncomfortable.

But he needed to hear her voice.

He taped the green button and waited for her to answer.

"Hi," Emily breathed across the line. She sounded a bit out of breath.

"Hey Princess, you okay?" Morgan asked, slightly concerned. She laughed softly.

"Yeah, sorry. I was just on my treadmill. It's hard trying to fit the gym in with long hours."

"See that's the downside of being stuck behind a desk." He thought that was the only upside of her taking the job in London, less chances of her being hurt in the field. Emily had punched him in the arm when he had said it jokingly to her before she left, telling him she could look after herself.

"I miss our weekly take down sessions," Emily admitted. "Not that I've had much chance to go into the field here."

"Ah Princess," she could hear the smirk in his voice. "I miss you attempting to tackle me." She laughed at his teasing.

"Derek Morgan, you have had your ass handed to you by me on several occasions."

"Okay, okay, whatever you say." Once their laughter died down, she turned serious.

"How is everyone?" Her tone explained for her she did know something was wrong.

"Everyone's okay," Morgan replied quickly.

"What about Spencer?"

"Who called?"

"JJ and PG. One after the other," she replied. "They're worried about him. And you."

He debated telling her the truth. Deciding it was better to be honest, Morgan sighed before continuing. "He's angry, this last case hit a little close to home. It reminded of him of what Maeve went through."

"So why is he avoiding you?"

`Damn woman, too perceptive…` Morgan released the breath he'd been holding. "I went to find him after he got into it with the lead detective. And he admitted that he's been thinking about what ifs."

The intake of breath from Emily, told Morgan she had an idea of what happened. Her silence urged him to continue. "He told me he was mad at me."

"He's grieving; this is not your fault."

Morgan paused before divulging a vital piece of information. Was she ready for this? Was he?

"Actually it is my fault," she waited for him to continue. "Reid is angry with me because I got a second chance and never took it."

"Oh."