A/N: Hello again, everyone! I hope you're all doing well and hanging in there—that's all anyone can do. I hope you enjoyed the Super Bowl for all those football fans, though I'm not into sports in general (but I will admit—I did want the Eagles to win). And Happy Galentine's/Palentine's/Valentine's Days. Here comes an emotional ride that is A Beautiful Disaster. Unfortunately, I don't own Criminal Minds, so no copyright infringement is intended.

After hearing from Garcia that Savannah was shot in front of Bethesda General Hospital, Spencer, JJ, and Hotch didn't waste any time and just rapidly snatched their coats and belongings and followed Garcia into the elevator and into the garage, taking one of the Bureau's Suburban vehicles.

Hotch kept his focus on the road; JJ sat in the passenger seat while Spencer and Garcia were in the back. Garcia kept panting, embracing herself to give her some kind of comfort and warmth from the news she had to bear to hear. "Oh, God…please don't tell me this is happening…this is not happening…not to Derek and Savannah…they don't need this right now."

Spencer had to call Élise to let her know what had just happened. "Okay, I'll keep you posted. I love you, too."

"Rossi is at the scene, coordinating with local PD and hospital police," said Hotch. "I already placed protective detail on all our families—this is an attack on all of us."

"When you attack one of us, you attack all of us." JJ fumed.

Spencer sighed in relief, throwing his head back against the headboard. Within the next few minutes, they made it to Bethesda General. Rolling up to the crime scene, there were dozens of blue-shirted police officers questioning witnesses who might have heard and/or seen something, white metro police cars, and Rossi.

Morgan joined them—even after a short altercation with one of the officers who didn't know he was in them—and wanted to know what was happening. All they got so far was a casing and rifle on the roof, but it was made clear to them that the unsub was sending them a message.

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After that call from Élise, as much as she wanted—and needed—her beauty sleep, she just couldn't. In fact, she kept waking up every hour to check on the children twice, making sure they were still asleep and hadn't gone anywhere.

And in truth, this made her want to check on Spencer again—just to make sure he was still safe and not in harm's way. "Oooh, Spence, babe." She was having these moments where not just her body but also her face got the shudders and got her all antsy. "I'm sorry. I-I-I-I just needed to make sure you were okay…"

"I know."

Élise sniffled again. Now she felt faint, making her clutch her head. This made her dizzy and made her want to sit down with the need of wanting to puke, even though her eye wasn't twitching, which was a sign that she wanted to vomit. "This is bringing back hard memories of George Foyet and…" she took a hard swallow and finally uttered, "Diane Turner."

There was a long, silent pause before Spencer muttered, "Lise…" There was a little lump in his throat when Élise brought up Diane Turner. "Y-y-y-you…"

"I-I-I'm sorry, I-I-I…" Élise tried to apologize, but she unexpectedly hung up on him. Now, she needed to cry in the dark.

Spencer wanted to call Élise back but decided to give it another hour or two in case she didn't call back. Instead, he put his whatever energy and focus on the case. The hospital graciously offered up a room for the team to work in, as well as surveillance footage (along with an officer posted at Savannah's room).

Hotch came back to join the team (after telling Morgan he couldn't be a part of the investigation due to being a material witness). During his sabbatical, Morgan (along with Garcia, JJ, and Spencer's help; Rossi didn't know until they told him) discovered a link between his abduction and Giuseppe Montolo.

The Italian Montolo family are heavily involved in international organized crime. And Giuseppe is the son of Chazz Montolo. Who faked his own death after his son's murder.

And based on surveillance footage and facial recognition, it puts him at the hospital.

Hotch ordered JJ and Garcia to track down Chazz Montolo's whereabouts and potential accomplices and for Spencer to talk to Morgan. Predictably, Morgan knew Hotch sent him instead of Garcia because he'd read her better (she's known for wearing her heart on her sleeves).

When talking to Morgan, he tried to deny that he wasn't feeling anxious, but based on Morgan's body language (or better yet, his carotid) and remembering how he was when he first told him about Savannah, they were each other's 'the one'—their one true love.

Spencer swallowed hard. "I know how you feel."

"Yeah," Morgan shook his head slowly. "I remember your face when you saw Élise being shot by Diane Turner."

Spencer bit his left thumbnail and felt a hard lump when he gulped again. "There's a lot more to that story." Morgan gave him this what-do-you-mean face as he continued, "You know why Élise went away for those months?" After Morgan shook his head, Spencer answered, "She…she had a miscarriage and lost our would-have-been third baby."

Morgan's dark eyes widened and blinked. "You never told me this."

Spencer moved his shoulders up and down. "A few people know, but…we're not gonna stop until we find out who did this to you and Savannah."

Then Spencer said something that got Morgan thinking about who did this to him.

The unsub was a father who wanted him to feel how he was feeling right now.

Élise sat on the plush couch in the living room, delicately sipping lavender and lemon tea. It was empty and almost dark—she had a light on and the TV on, watching a rerun episode of Diff'rent Strokes. She still couldn't go back to sleep. And if she did, she would wake up at some random hour again.

Élise jumped when she heard a knock, almost making her drop the teacup. When she got her steadiness together, she turned her head. William Reid appeared at the archway, clothed with a light blue robe and slippers, and had a white coffee mug in his hands.

"Whatcha doin' up?" he asked before walking around the couch to get to Élise and sit next to her.

Élise massaged her temples. "Ah, this case Spencer's working on right now. It's personal among the team and just…bringing back some old memories of what happened to me. When I got shot." she began massaging the spot where she was shot by Diane Turner. Then figurative flashbacks started playing in her head, flinching when she remembered the gunshot when Diane pulled the trigger.

Now a headrush came, making Élise rest her hand on her head again. "Mmm…it's just a lot right now."

Based on a note founded by JJ, the team realized that Guiseppe Montolo's father, Chazz Montolo, is exacting his revenge against Morgan. Chazz believes that Morgan is responsible for his son's death, and in return, Chazz wants Morgan to do the same.

And the theory was proven when Morgan gave them the slip. And something he said got them thinking about George Foyet, the man who killed Hotch's ex-wife in their old home. And remembered Morgan had renovated and rented out properties all over the years and found one rented to Chazz under a pseudonym.

Élise sank her head further onto the soft, squishy cushions on the couch and concluded that she had finally fallen asleep. She was surprised she fell asleep after worrying so much. Rolling around her neck, nevertheless, she stretched as she planted her feet on the carpeted floor and managed to make her way up the stairs. She opened her bedroom door just as she heard her cell vibrating on the nightstand. After checking to see who was calling, she accepted and held it to her ear, whispering hello.

"Hey, you," said Spencer. "The case is finally over—Morgan's okay." When he heard Élise sighed in relief, Spencer added, "And he and Savannah are now the parents of a little baby…boy."

Élise gasped and squealed to herself, jumping up and down.

Spencer, along with JJ, Tara, and Garcia, helped pack up the rest of their belongings in the waiting room out of Labor and Delivery. Hotch was still with Morgan in NICU, seeing his and Savannah's newborn baby while Rossi picked up something from the hospital's gift shop. "Ooooh! I still can't believe my Chocolate Thunder is now a Chocolate Daddy…" Garcia burst with glee.

JJ chortled, thinking what Garcia just said sounded like it could be the name of some kind of sexual candy bar. Quickly pulling her face together, she replied, "Well, I guess that means you'll be buying him boatloads of presents, huh?"

Garcia snorted, waving her hand down. "As if…" but based on the 'uh-huh' kind of face JJ, Tara, and Spencer had on their faces, she retracted back, "Oh, you're right, I would be. Luckily, I've been circling some major sales going around in downtown DC, so..."

Spencer was done packing when they heard the glass window being tapped. They turned and saw Élise standing there with a large glass bouquet of sunflowers adorned with a purple ribbon bow. Behind her was her security detail. She waved to them just as Spencer came out and threw his arms around her.

"Oooh, I sooo needed this." Spencer kissed the top of her head.

Élise continued to relish Spencer's warm and soft comfort. "I'm just so glad you're okay." She drew apart and breathed again, "How's Derek and Savannah?"

Spencer massaged her tense shoulders. "They're fine."

"Their baby son?" she asked again.

"Sleeping like the little prince he is." Spencer smiled lightly before it slowly began fading little by little, and his eyes lowered.

Élise sensed something was up. "What's wrong?"

Throughout the next few days, it felt as if everything was happening so fast. There was a whirlwind of emotions: happiness, sadness, bittersweet of laughs, smiles, and tears. Morgan was safe. Savannah was safe. Their baby boy was safe.

But…

It was Morgan's time to say goodbye. After everything that had happened to him, he realized that he wanted to be there for his new family. He knew the team would be sad about it (Spencer hated saying goodbye almost more than anything), but this was his choice, and they made the decision to respect that.

"Hank Spencer Morgan." Spencer read the birth announcement.

"Hank is for my pops. But Spencer is for the best little brother anyone could ever ask for."

They hugged goodbye. But at least they'll always be a phone call away.

As a good friend of mine said, "Every ending is also a beginning. We just don't know it at the time. I'd like to believe she's right."

A/N: I get a little choked up with the ending of A Beautiful Disaster. Sorry if the chapter seemed a bit short.