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From the moment she stepped inside the elevator, Maggie had tried to decide whether or not to lie about she got her injuries. After several failed attempts to come up with a credible lie she had, she sigh, settled, to tell the truth. They would find out either way.
The ride in the elevator was quicker than she wanted it to. She stepped out when the doors opened and started to walk towards the glass doors leading into the bullpen. Inside the glass doors, there was almost no activity at all.
She put her bag on her desk but left her cardigan on, it covered up the bruising around her wrist and probably some of it on her back. She took one deep breath before starting to walk up the stairs leading to the catwalk which led to the briefing room.
The door separating the catwalk and the briefing room was slightly ajar and inside she could hear Garcia briefing the team about a new case. She put her hand on the doorknob, pushed the door open, and stepped inside.
Her actions caught the team's attention and upon seeing Maggie's face Garcia stopped talking and gasped. The team, not able to see what had made Garcia stop talking, turned around and found Maggie standing there. The fact that she was wearing the same clothes as the last time they saw her didn't slip by any of them. Neither did her bruised face, split lip, and sad eyes.
With all of them staring at her she felt like she needed to say something. The best she could come up with was to excuse herself for being late.
"I'm sorry, I'm late," she said as she studied everyone's reaction to her appearance. Nobody seemed to care for her excuse, their main focus was on finding out what happened to her.
A small "Oh my God!" could be heard from JJ and looked at Reid, Maggie was sure his eyes were about to pop out from his eye sockets.
Rossi's eyes radiated pure concerns, Camilla looked like she wanted to hug Maggie, Emily looked confused and concerned. Hotch's face wasn't one to expect from him. He usually keeps his mask of professionalism on, not letting any emotions show but his face was a dam of emotions. Confusion, worry, and Maggie were pretty sure she could detect an ounce of guilt.
Morgan on the other hand flew out of his seat to check on his younger sister. "What the hell happened?" Morgan exclaimed.
Uncomfortable was the only word Maggie could use to describe the situation. She hated being the center of attention. She wasn't sure if they could tell she had been crying but she was pretty sure her eyes were still bloodshot.
"Who did this to your face?!" Morgan said frustrated with not getting any answers.
He carefully took a hold of the unbruised part of her chin and turned the bruised side to face him. As he did he put his other hand on the back of her head, placing it where only forty minutes ago a frame had made an impression.
The contact to her head wound made her hiss in pain and her reflexes made her yank away from his touch. Not sure what had caused her to hiss in pain and yank away, Morgan searched for her eyes. When gaining eye contact his black orbs filled with concern and rage. He wasn't willing to admit it but he did feel a little hurt over her pulling away from him but he quickly ignored the feeling. Now wasn't the time to be selfish.
