Undercover Love

Agents Don't Cry

His pain feels distant.

The steady rocking he feels suggest he's in an ambulance.

Blonde hair surrounds his vision like a halo, like," Haley?"

He tries to pull the oxygen mask off his face but a soft hand stops his slow sluggish movement. "Haley?" He sounds as confused as he looks.

The warm hand takes his," Aaron." No this isn't Haley. Haley didn't have blue eyes but neither does Emily... Brunette hair outlines another face.. this is Emily.

Emily bits her lip, unsure of what she should tell him," Haley will meet us at the hospital." He seems to relax.

"F-F.. Foyett? You gotta... Foyett."

Emily nods strokes his bangs back," it's okay. We know. We'll get him."

"Y-You gotta.." the monitors, the very few that he is attached to, begin a high pitched wail.

"We're losing him! Hang on Agent Hotchner."

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"Garcia," Morgan keeps up the constant rub of his hand over he back," baby girl you gotta stop crying."

She pulls up from his hug to look at him," I would but every time I stop I think about something worse."

Morgan takes the sides of her face," baby girl what do you mean?"

Emily had been checked over but she's in no state to be bothered.

It was made very clear, within the two hour she was there, that the only person she wants to see is Hotch.

"When they put in for transfers! Hotch and Emily were gonna leave and I put glitches and holes in their reports! Then I get over the fact that I now blame myself for them being here to only think about the last thing I said to them! Something lame like 'Good luck', or 'yes sir'!" Tears start falling," and then I think about something else. Like maybe Foyett. I think about Prentiss sneaking into my lair and having a quick drink. I think about Hotch giving Kevin a hard time and poor little Kevin," her voice breaks and Morgan pulls her into a hug. "Kevin didn't understand Hotch's humor."

She holds Morgan's shirt tight," what if he never gets a chance to understand it? What about Sergio? I know I'm his GodMother but... I can't handle it."

JJ looks up," they'll be okay."

All eyes fall on her.

"She's right," Rossi agrees, standing and stretching his aching limbs. "They'll be fine. What we need to do now is take care of ourselves. Go home. Get some rest. They're not gonna let us back. Not until morning."

They all look away, some form of guilt eating at them all," go home. Go. Get some sleep. You're no good to them exhausted."

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Derek Morgan has never been good at following directions.

He does go home. Technically. He goes to his second home. The BAU.

After standing at his desk and staring up at Hotch's desk for a long string of minutes, Morgan walks in.

He's gretted by just a normal office. Just a straightforward office of a man who won awards, knew important people and kept his written notes only long enough to get them into the computer journals he kept. The journals were impersonal to the point that the mind behind them seemed inhuman.