Morgan ended the call and turned to Reid.

"I just called Hotch. They're putting him in solitary and getting rid of of his calling privileges. We won't let him call you again."

Reid just nodded, his arms wrapped tightly around his body, in an almost defensive stance, protecting himself.

"Do you want me to stay? We can watch a movie or something, if you want…" he trailed off.

Reid cleared his throat. "No it's fine- I'm fine. You can go."

"C'mon Reid. Stop pushing me away. All I wanna do is protect you, you know that."

Reid sighed. "I know, it's just. I'm tired. I'm tired of all this, I just want it to stop."

Morgan took a seat next to Reid. "I know it's hard kid. You just gotta keep moving. You'll be okay, I know you will."

"But what if… what if sometimes I just don't care. I don't want to keep doing this, I don't want to be scared and anxious and waiting for something to happen for the rest of my life." Reid rubbed at his eyes, swiping away a stray tear on his cheek.

Morgan turned to Reid, his eyes filled with concern. "Reid…please don't talk like that. You're scaring me."

Reid looked away, Morgan's intense gaze making him slightly uncomfortable. He fidgeted on the seat, wringing his hands together while his left leg bounced up and down quickly. Morgan placed a hand on his knee, attempting to steady him, but quickly pulled away when he saw Reid flinch.

Reid stuttered, "I…I'm sorry. I…I just…"

"Reid. It's ok," Morgan interrupted.

"No, no it's not. This is what I mean; I just want to be…" he paused, struggling to find the right words. "Normal. Like before. And I know that's impossible, but that's all I can think about, which just makes it worse."

"Reid, you are normal. Things might be harder, and you might feel changed, but you are still the same person. You're still my little brother. You're still my best friend. You're still Henry's godfather, you're still your Mom's son, you are still you."

Reid pursed his lips. "I know that. But I still feel wrong. Like a part of me is gone, and I know…" he paused choking on his words. Again, he tried unsuccessfully to wipe away the tears streaming more and more rapidly down his face. He took a deep breath. "And I know that it won't ever come back."

Morgan slowly inhaled. There was a long pause before he spoke. "Reid, you will always be the same person I have always known. Nothing will ever change that for me. And I wish that… that I could show you that, that I could make you feel the same way, but I don't know how to. I just want you to be happy. I miss seeing you smile, seeing you laugh. I miss your rambling and your constant and steady stream of statistics and information that nobody should ever have a need to know. All I want is for you to realize that they didn't take anything from you. Not if you don't let them. But yeah, if you keep thinking like that, then you're letting them win. I don't expect you to just bounce back and be perfectly fine. I'm not asking you to bottle up all your emotions, or move on and forget. What I am asking, is that you try. That's it. Just try, just trust in yourself, in me, if not for you then for the team, not your mom, for Henry, for someone, anyone. Can you just… can you do that? Please? Just promise me you won't give up, even on your worst day, can you promise me that?"

There was another long pause, and to Morgan it felt like hours, stretching on and on, forever. Reid's mid however, was running a mile a minute, trying to process all that Morgan had said and find an answer. But he couldn't think of some elaborate response, or some emotional monologue, so he just turned to face Morgan and said, "Yes," reaching his arms out and pulling Morgan into a hug.

Morgan closed his eyes in relief, and held on tight to Reid. He thought that he could hold on to Reid forever, like this, clinging onto him, protecting him, but unfortunately, a knock at the door caused an abrupt end to their hug.

Morgan stood up, and held his hand out in front of Reid, keeping him on the couch. "Stay. I'll get it."

So Reid sat on the couch, trying to collect himself for whoever was at the door, but found there was no need to when Morgan walked into the living room with Garcia in tow, who was dressed in bright yellow.

Garcia opened her mouth to speak, but Reid beat her to it.

"Hi Garcia. It's good to see you." He gave her a small smile, and Garcia beamed, practically glowing.

"Hi my junior g-man! I know I probably should have told you I was coming, but I figured I could just stop by and bring you some cookies, and that way you would have to accept." She held out at plastic box filled with chocolate chip cookies, slapping Morgan's hand away when he reached for one. "Sorry sugar. These are for Reid only."

"What!" Morgan exclaimed in mock outrage. "He weighs like 20 pounds, he's not gonna eat all those!"

Reid rolled his eyes, and Garcia sighed. "Fine. But don't eat all of them!"

He smiled taking the box from Garcia and sitting down next to Reid.

Garcia sat down across from them and smiled. Morgan pretended to shield his eyes, squinting. "Don't sit there babygirl, you're blinding me!"

"What?! I wore yellow, cause it's happy color, and I want to make everyone happy when I walk in the room.

"Babygirl all you're doing his giving me a headache. What are you trying to outcompete the sun?"

Reid laughed, which caused Garcia and Morgan to freeze for a split second, before laughing with him.

The laughter didn't last long, as Reid yawned as rubbed his eyes. "Well thanks for coming guys, I appreciate the cookies Garcia, but I'm really tired so I think I'm gonna head to bed." He made a move to stand up but was pushed back down by Morgan.

"Oh no pretty boy. It's only 7. We're going to order some Chinese food and watch a movie. And not a documentary! An actual movie, that is entertaining."

Reid opened up his mouth to protest, but Morgan shushed him. "I am not taking no for an answer."

Reid sighed, and threw up his hands in defeat.

"Fine! And just for your information, documentary's are actually very informative and entertaining, as long as you're watching the right one. And I don't feel like Chinese food, let's get Indian instead."

"Oh c'mon Reid, you just don't want Chinese cause you can't use chopsticks!"

"Do you want to watch a movie or not? Cause if you do I think you should get Indian food."

"Ohh, so you know how to play now? Fine Reid, Indian food it is. Next time though, we're getting Chinese."

"Fine, then next time we'll watch a documentary."

Morgan groaned. "Alright kid, you win."

Reid smirked, and Morgan pulled him in, tussling his hair with his hand. Reid jokingly pushed Morgan off him, complaining about his hair.

Garcia laughed at their antics, happy to see Reid acting a bit more lively and energetic.

At the end of the night the three were side by side in the couch, Garcia still awake watching the movie while Morgan and Reid slept, the latter leaning on Morgan's side with Morgan's arm wrapped around him.

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So… I think that's it. I know that was kind of short and crappy, but I have had a lot of trouble figuring out how to end this. I hope you guys liked it, and if not, then let me know. Thank-you so much to everyone who reviewed, favorited, and all that stuff! If you have any ideas for any stories you want me to right next, then let me know!