It'll Never Be The Same

That's a bad idea

Morgan's POV

I walk into the conference room where JJ and Garcia are talking about how Reid is coming back today. I sigh loudly and sat down. I look up and see JJ and Garcia staring at me.

"What?" I rudely asked.

"Why are you so mad all the time? You're scaring me." Garcia questioned me.

"I'm not mad Garcia."

"But you seem--"

"I'M NOT FUCKING MAD GARCIA. DROP IT!!" I yell cutting her off. I see her face drop and she walked away.

"Jesus Christ Morgan. Why do you have to be a dick to Garcia? Shes not the one who your mad at." JJ spat at me. Garcia slowly walks back into the room.

"Fuck off JJ."

"Derek, please." Garcia pleads. "You don't need to yell at us. I'm sorry your mad at Reid, but don't take it out on us."

"She's right Morgan." JJ said.

"They're not wrong." Giddion mumbled behind me. I stood up at looked at them all.

"You know what, FUCK YOU ALL. You have no idea what is going on with me. You have no idea what I'm going through. So fuck off and leave me the fuck alone." I yelled at everyone and pushed my way past Giddion. I just continued walking and ended up outside. I was so angry and before I knew it my hand was going through a window on the outside door. I pull my hand out so see it was bleeding exponentially and hurting.

"Oh Morgan..." I head beside me.

"Garcia..." I tried hiding me hand. She walked over to me and pulled my hand toward her. I wince in pain and give up hiding it.

"Oh Morgan..." She said again. I didn't say anything, just let her look at my hand.

"Oh Morgan..." She said once more. I sighed and pulled my hand away.

"I'm sorry Garcia..." I whispered.

"Oh hun, lets get you to the hospital to get it looked at. " she said holding my arm.

I gently hold my wrist to support it and followed her to her car. I put a towel around my hand to prevent further bleeding. I was silent the whole way to the hospital despite the effort of Garcia.

"What can I do you for?" The registration lady asked.

"Agent Morgan here has injured his hand." Garcia answered gesturing to me.

"Agent?" She asked. 

"Yes." I responded.

"Alright, I'll just need you to fill this out, and we'll get you back as soon as possible." She smiled.

We take the intake from and Garcia helps me fill it out. After we're finished we give it back and they pull me into a room right away.

"Morgan..." Garcia whispered.

"I know I fucked up. I'm not going to be able to go into the field for a while. I already told Hotch and he said stay with you and Reid until he gets back and he'll have a talk with me." I rambled out.

"Morgan..." Garcia said again.  I looked up at her and saw the sadness on her face.

"I'm so sorry baby girl. I'm an ass." I said. She giggled at me and pulled me into a hug.

"I love you, you know that right?" She asked looking at me.

"I know--" I began.

"Then talk to me instead of yelling and punching things. You're scaring me."

I looked at her and kissed her for head.

"I know, I know. I'm just not ready to talk about it. When I am, you'll be the fist person I'll go to. Deal?"

"Deal" just then the doctor walked in.

"Agent, lets look at that hand."

After x-rays and stitches the doctor told me I broke my hand and will need to wear a cast for about 4-8 weeks.

"Thanks doc." I call out as I leave with black and green cast.