The rest of the chapters are actually already typed up and ready to go. I'm just added some more details and fleshing them out a bit. I have a feeling this story will be officially done by Saturday!

CHAPTER FOURTEEN: You better start talking

1:10pm-In the hospital

Reid and Morgan settled into their seats in the waiting room as Sophia was wheeled over to an examining room; her earlier doctor quickly taking over again.

The waiting room was a sad blue with starch white couches and shining linoleum floors. It was too sterile and it made Reid shift uncomfortably in the couch. He wasn't used to having to sit in waiting rooms and although anyone else would welcome this change, it only made Reid more anxious.

Morgan's phone began ringing and the few people in the waiting room whipped their heads up in their direction, a few of them shooting daggers at them. Morgan smiled sympathetically and grabbed his phone, answering it as he stood up and walked towards the exit.

"Morg-

"Where are you? You shot out of here with no explanation and you better start talking." Morgan cringed at the anger that he heard from Hotch's voice. It was then that Morgan looked down at his watch and let out a loud puff of air. He had left to pick up Reid in the middle of their lunch break. He should have been back at work 10 minutes ago.

"Shit. Sorry Hotch. Reid called me an-"

"Is everything okay? Is Sophia okay?" Hotch cut him off sharply, Morgan blatantly aware of the stress in his voice.

"Well no. I'm at the hospital w-"

Morgan however was again cut off by Hotch's urgent voice. "Hospital? What's wrong?"

"Well if you would let me finish a sentence I'll let you know."

"Sorry, continue."

"She had a high fever; it hit 104.7 by the time we reached the hospital. Chances are it's probably an infection from one of her wounds." Morgan paced back and forth in front of the hospital entrance. He felt uncomfortable leaving Reid in there by himself. He could only imagine what Reid was thinking, or doing, now that he was left alone. Morgan was more than aware of Reid's tendencies towards the worst self-destructive behavior; blaming himself. He was probably sitting there running over every reason why he was to blame; not being in the apartment, not figuring out the map quick enough, not cleaning her wound better, not giving her something for her fever, and reasons that even Morgan couldn't conjure up.

"Where is he now?"

"Reid's in the waiting room. I was with him when you called and I left the room."

Morgan swore he could hear Hotch pacing back and forth in his office over the phone. "Stay with him; he really shouldn't be alone. Just...keep me posted."

"Can do." Morgan hung up and walked back to the waiting room. He sat down next to a tense Reid, unsure of whether he should break Reid from his thoughts or not. He took a deep breath and threw caution into the wind, turning to Reid.

I know that this chapter was short buuuuuutttt...NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE UP IN PROBABLY LESS THAN AN HOUR! WOOT WOOT! I'm a little sad that this is coming to an end so soon but I'm so glad that you guys have stuck it out with me!

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