I know it's short, like reeeeally short, but remember, this was supposed to be part of the last chapter. Soooo...suck it up ;)

Chapter Eleven: No, everything is not okay!

3:00pm – Thursday – Garcia's apartment

Garcia made her way out the apartment and into her car. She sat in the passenger seat for a few moments, resting her head on the steering wheel. She started the car without moving her head, closing her eyes for a minute or two as the interior of the car warmed up. She finally lifted up her head and put the car into drive, slowly pulling away from Reid's car.

Her mind was racing as she drove towards her apartment, thankful for the amazing phenomenon called auto-pilot. She wasn't truly aware of where she was driving till she pulled into her spot in the parking lot behind her apartment building.

She made her way up the stairs, unlocking the door and kicking her heels off. The second the door closed behind her she reached into her purse, grabbed her cellphone and began dialing.

"You need to get your ass over to his apartment now."

3:00pm – Thursday – Morgan's house

Morgan sat on his couch, his feet propped up on the coffee table. The TV was on, playing some college basketball game that he honestly wasn't paying attention to. It was playing simply as a distraction from the silence; the deafening silence that makes everything real. It's in that silence where your thoughts echo the loudest. They become inescapable and they fill the quiet void quickly and violently, pushing everything else out of the way. It was this kind of silence that Morgan was desperately trying to avoid and although the squeaking of sneakers, the shouting of fans and the commentators were helping, he could still hear those dreadful thoughts weaseling their way into his brain.

He heard the shrill ringing of his phone and jumped off the couch in surprise. He picked it up without bothering to check the caller ID.

"Mo-"

"You need to get your ass over to his apartment now."

"Why? Is everything okay? Is there something wrong with Sophia? Reid? What's going on!?" Morgan rushed out of his living room, running to the front door, pushing his shoes on.

"No, everything is not okay! He's home by himself! He needs his friends by him and all we've done since we left the hospital is avoid him because someone seems to think he needs space!"

Morgan stopped, his keys in his pocket and his hand on the doorknob. He closed his eyes and let out an aggravated huff.

"Garcia…I don't think he needs us pestering him right now. Sophia just got home and-"

"That is exactly why he needs us; or at least you. He's confused and unsure and I'm sure he's still blaming himself. He needs to be there, mentally, for Sophia and how can he if he's avoiding dealing with it? Talk to him. Now. Or else." With that Garcia hung up and Morgan begrudgingly made his way to Reid's apartment.

And hey, guess what? I'm almost done with the next chapter! Booyah! Totally on a roll. The next chapter will probably be up tomorrow but I'm not quite sure as to when since I'm babysitting all frickin' day...