Copycat//Criminal Minds FanFic

Mistake

Garcia was at the hospital within hours. She brought her ever present laptop. She took up a post at Morgan's bedside and swore that she wasn't going to move.

"I'm going to track down this creep if it's the last thing I do," Garcia said with a look that said she meant it.

The rest of the team took shifts sitting in with Garcia and Morgan. The others kept working on the case. They hadn't found a letter from the unsub and all of them were a little on edge.

Reid fell asleep on his watch, and woke up to sniffling. "Garcia?" he asked as he squinted his eyes and shifted in his chair.

Garcia sniffed and quickly wiped her eyes. "Yes?" she said like nothing was wrong.

"Garcia, I don't need to be a profiler to know that something's wrong," Reid crossed his legs and leaned forward. "Talk to me."

"I'm fine..." Garcia faltered. She looked at Reid, and broke down. "Why did he have to go after Morgan? I thought he was copying Battle. Instead he copied the terrorists..."

"Garcia, we didn't think it all the way through. He was too worried about you to stop and think."

"Exactly. He was too worried about me. He never worries about himself." She started typing fiercely on her computer.

Reid shook his head. "You know you like that about him."

"Yes, and no." Garcia's typing became less frantic. "I worry about him." She looked at him lovingly.

Reid knew that Garcia loved Morgan as more than a friend, the problem was that Morgan refused to admit it. Something kept holding him back. "Garcia, he loves you. You know that, we all know that. He would have done the same thing even if he had thought about the consequences."

Garcia didn't say anything at first. Then she said, "It's my fault."

"No! It's not! That's not what I meant at all!"

"But it's true. If I had listened to him in the first place I never would have dated Battle. Then he wouldn't have shot me and this whole incident might not have happened."

"Charles Swindoll said 'We cannot change our past. We cannot change the fact that people act in a certain way. We cannot change the inevitable. The only thing we can do is play on the one string we have, and that is our attitude.' The unsub would have found a different way to get to him."

"Maybe you're right, but still... Reid, if he doesn't make it out of this, I'm going to blame myself forever."

Reid nodded sympathetically.

A knock on the door jolted them out of their separate thoughts.

Hotch came in and beckoned Reid into the hallway.

"How's he doing?"

"He hasn't woken up, but he seems to be doing fine. Garcia might be in worse shape by the end of this. I don't think she's slept." Reid sighed and looked through the window at Garcia, still typing on her laptop.

"I don't know, Reid." Hotch ran a hand over his face. "We haven't found anything."

Reid looked around, his glance landing on the door. His brow crinkled when he saw the square envelope in the box on the door. He pulled a glove that he always had with him out of his pocket and pulled the envelope out. "Hotch," was all he had to say.

The letter was addressed to the BAU. Inside it read.

"I'm warning you for the last time. Go away. No one innocent was hurt. I am not sorry. You will all soon learn."

"Is that from him?" Garcia was standing in the doorway.

Hotch and Reid both hesitated.

"You don't need to say a word. I know it's him. Tell me if you find out anything. I want to bring him in." Garcia's face was stony as she turned back to Morgan's room and closed the door.

Hotch called the rest of the team while Reid examined the rest of the envelope. There was writing on the inside. He tried to read it, but it was nearly impossible.

"The team is going to meet us at the police station. Let's go," Hotch turned to leave. Reid followed after a long glance at Garcia, who sat at Morgan's side, holding his hand.

I'm ready.

Good. Now we just need to wait for them to move into place.

Reid walked down the hallway of the hospital, his gun drawn. They had figured out that the unsub was going to "finish the job" with Morgan. The rest of the team was somewhere about the hospital, trying to find this guy. Reid was on his way to Morgan's room.

Reid leaned against a corner and took a deep breath before whipping around it. He scanned the hall, and thought he saw a shadow disappearing around the final corner to Morgan's room. Without hesitation, he ran down the hall and turned the corner, gun raised.

Morgan's door was just swinging shut. It didn't latch and Reid would have missed the motion if he hadn't been looking at the right place. Reid's breath stalled in his throat. He gulped a few times and took a deep breath before he made his way to the room.

He used his foot to open the door the tiniest bit.

Garcia was on the floor. Her eyes were glassy. Her throat had been sliced open and she had been stabbed multiple times. Reid swallowed a sob. His gaze drifted to the bed.

A man stood over Morgan. The heart machine was screaming, Morgan having been apparently disconnected from it. The man raised an arm, a knife glinting in the sunlight coming through the window.

With a cry, Reid raised the gun, aimed, and shot. The man stood rigid for a moment, then collapsed. Reid ran to the man and stood over him, the gun still ready. Using his foot, he flipped the man over.

Morgan's face stared up at him, blank in death.

Reid held back a cry. He turned to the bed.

He only saw the man's bright smile before the knife took away his consciousness.

I hope you're not mad at me. I don't think that there's much to say....

Sorry