ᴀɢᴇɴᴛ ɢʀᴇʏ~ ᴀᴀʀᴏɴ ʜᴏᴛᴄʜɴᴇʀ

~Extra Jelly Priviledges~

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2 days after my admittance to the hospital, I was finally permitted to get out of my bed. I had spent the previous day playing cards and chess with Reid. As much as I enjoyed Reid's company, I seriously wanted to hit him over the head with his chess board by the end of the day. The kid would just not lose. JJ also visited with Penelope, both bringing a multitude of snacks and gossip. Apparently, Strauss had to temporarily replace me, Hotch, and Morgan with a few inexperienced agents, and it was all going terribly wrong. They hadn't had a case simply because they were all too swamped with paperwork, Agent Evans had to redo her whole pile due to making one mistake. Amateurs.

I was lucky enough to convince an older nurse to let me wear my own pajamas, kindly brought by JJ. Maybe its was the FBI badge and gun stuffed in my personal possessions bag that made her rethink her original dismissal of me. As much as I had a great ass, I didn't particularly fancy the whole hospital seeing it. I mean, who thought open gowns were a good idea? As if you didn't already feel vulnerable enough strapped to a bed and in pain, why not be practically half naked too?

I decided to see Morgan first, mainly because I wanted to ignore the nagging feeling in my gut every time I thought of my miserable Unit Chief. I had heard Morgan had not taken kindly to being bedridden for the next few weeks. I also heard he decided to chat up a nurse to get extra strawberry jelly at lunchtime. Men. 

Swinging my legs off the bed, I reached for my slip on shoes and a jumper. My broken wrist still throbbed, but most of my other injuries had started fading, not that I had noticed much as I was lucky enough to have a high pain tolerance. Though stomach aches were a different story, nasty little shits. Shuffling off the bed, I made my way towards Morgan's room, apparently right next to mine. Some more shuffling later, I knocked on his door, a packet of M&M's rustling in my pocket as I pushed open the door.

"Morgan! How are you feeling? Kinda glad you didn't quit the whole life thing." I beamed, rushing into his room as quickly as I could. I hugged him tight, drawing back to check him for any physical signs of harm other than his leg. "Hey, babygirl." Morgan winced as I hugged him, chuckling at the greeting. "I'm good, only if I look anywhere other than my leg. How are you? I heard you took quite the beating too." Morgan questioned, squeezing my shoulder as I moved back to drag a chair over to his bed. 

"Yeah, fine, fine. Just a bad wrist. Can't believe you broke your leg! That's like, the worst thing that could happen to you honestly." I laughed, lightly punching his arm. I settled in my seat before speaking again. "What are you gonna do here for the next few weeks? You're totally gonna lose your muscles, you know!" I said, grinning. "Oh God, don't remind me... I'm gonna lose my charm, I bet that nurse won't bring me any extra jelly soon." Morgan grumbled, sighing. I snorted, slightly concerned about where his priorities lay.

A brief silence passed before I shattered it. "So... What do you remember from the explosion?" I asked, wondering if there was anything extra Rossi had failed to mention. "Not much, just that I thought I could talk him down...But, well, he chose to go boom." He replied, thinking back to the incident.  I paused, not before speaking up again. "You know, I could think of so many other effective ways to kill myself, and everyone else. Like, why would I want to ruin this beautiful face, why not just consume, like, arsenic or something. Oh! Or anthrax-" I stated, before Morgan cut me off. "Woah, woah, don't let Hotch hear you say that. Or Strauss for that matter, she'd probably fire you on the spot, or send you to one of her improper conduct camps over the summer. Total witch." Morgan quickly said, sending me a playful grin.

"On the topic of higher ups, I heard Hotch saved you, babygirl." I shifted uncomfortably, glaring at Morgan. Why did everyone bring this up? "It's really not a big deal, he would've done the same for anyone else standing there" I huffed impatiently, still annoyed at being grilled by both JJ and Penelope on the matter. "And he didn't save me, I would have been perfectly fine if he hadn't done anything" Morgan looked at me and raised an eyebrow. "He took a piece of shrapnel for you. Trust me, he wouldn't have done that for anyone else, even if he didn't know the consequences." I scoffed, glaring at Morgan.

"He's an absolute asshole. Sure, it's nice he did that for me, and I'll thank him for it, but it isn't going to just suddenly make me like him. Maybe he did it cause he didn't want me snitching to Strauss on him. She seems to like me for some unknown reason." I muttered, crossing my arms and slouching in my chair. "Slow down, babygirl. You obviously have a lot of... Emotion regarding Hotch-" I interrupted him, sending him a harsh frown. "That is not what is happening. Remind me why I even came here..." I scowled. "To comfort your favourite and hottest coworker!" He said, smirking. "Morgan, talking to myself is weird. Looking in the mirror everyday is more than enough comfort, thanks" I fired back, grinning. "Anyway, I'm gonna go now, I think I've had enough of hearing you speak." I stated, waving to him as I got up to leave. "Yeah, whatever, babygirl. Go see Hotch." Morgan laughed, waving back. Scoffing, I left, a small smile tugging at my lips.

Time to go see Hotch. 

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Authors Note:  

Wow, 2 whole chapters in a few hours, what's wrong with me? This one is actually quite short, I probably should have just added it to the previous one or tried to make this one longer. Truth is, I can't be bothered. Anyways, comment what you think!

Word Count: 1051