Hello, everyone.

My sincere apologies for not updating the story in a long time. Namira 0.0, thank you for your continuous support. So, what do you think, Namira 0.0? Should I continue more or end it here? Let me know what you think and I'm more than happy to go on your flow.

Couple of days later

Reid woke up to the completely quiet hospital room. He blinked a few times before rubbed his eyes with his knuckles. Reid slightly turned his head to the side and was greeted by Fran's eyes, ogling at him.

"Mrs. Morgan, I didn't realize you were here." Reid said as his eyes wandered around looking for the familiar person.

"I sent him back, Dr. Reid." Fran knew who Reid was looking for. "He looked like he was about to fall down any moment, so I send him back to get a couple hours of rest."

"That's okay. He needs to rest too. Actually, I have something to ask you." Reid said before he pushed himself up to lean against the pillow.

Fran rushed forward and eased Reid's struggle.

"You need anything, Dr. Reid?"

"First of all, you don't have to call me, Dr. Reid all the time."

"Then, you should stop addressing me, Mrs. Morgan all the time. It sounds like I am so old."

Reid genuinely smiled after some time. "All right then, Fran."

"That sound a lot better, Spencer. What's that you want to ask about?"

"Is Derek angry with me?"

"What makes you think that? Did he say anything to you?"

"Oh… No." Reid quickly answered before Fran could jump in any other conclusion. "He's taking good care of me, it's just that something about him that doesn't feel right."

Fran looked at Reid for one moment. Reid's statement made Fran wondered in awe for a moment about the connection Derek and Spencer was sharing. Sometimes not all things in life can be described in words.

"What makes you think that he's angry with you?"

"I got hurt and almost died … again after I disobeyed his instruction."

"Spencer, he was worried about you and I can say he was a lot relieved and more of himself after you have woken up, so, I don't see any connection between what he is really feeling and you interpreting the situation as anger."

"I …"

"Hey, guys." Morgan walked in, out of sudden, interrupting the conversation. "What?" Morgan asked when he saw both his mother and Reid looking at him.

"Nothing." Fran answered first. "I am going to leave you boys alone for some time."

Morgan stood puzzled by his mother's behaviour. "What was that about?"

"I guess she's giving us some moment alone."

"For what?" Morgan shrugged.

"Derek."

Morgan looked at Reid and with the address by the first name, Morgan knew Reid was going to say something important.

"Spencer, what's going on, man?"

"Are you angry with me?"

Morgan furrowed his eyebrows, before he walked further in, placed the things he had brought with him on the couch and sat on Reid's bed.

"I was."

Reid looked at Morgan, satisfied with the genuine answer, but however, disturbed by the fact having his intuition right.

"I am sorry." Reid apologized.

"Spencer, I was angry, but I wasn't angry with you."

"Why not? I went against what you said, and got hurt, you have every right to be angry with me."

"You're right, it was pretty stupid move for a person with 187 IQ."

Reid looked down, his fingers starting to battle with the blanket with guiltiness been visible on his face.

"Wrong move for right intention." Morgan added.

Reid looked up.

"Your intention was to save the boy, I know, I understand, but I want you know that you too have a family who don't want you to get hurt."

"I am sorry, Morgan."

"The truth is, I was actually trying to run away."

"From what?" Reid was surprised with Morgan's had just said. Something was not right.

"You getting shot, it trigged some memories."

Reid's mind wandered, and finally the connection made sense.

"I never dealt with my dad's death, I suppressed it for a long time, and I thought it's gone, but when you were shot in the same, I lost it."

Reid suddenly felt sorry for Morgan, the realization how tough the situation would have been for Morgan hit Reid.

"Just don't do something like this again." Morgan continued.

"I won't, I promise, but if I did …"

Morgan looked at Reid, with his eyes narrowed, waiting for Reid to complete his sentences.

"I will make sure I drag you with me…" Reid smiled.

Morgan rolled his eyes as he shook his head. "In your dreams, smart ass."

Reid remained silent, not wanting to talk the subject that hurt Morgan so much.

"Well, listen, Babygirl sent you some present." Morgan was about to move from the bed, when Reid caught his hand.

"What is it, Buddy?"

"I am sorry, truly I am."

"It's okay, Reid." Morgan tapped Reid's hand.

"I will make it up for you, I promise."

"Really? What are you going to do?"

"I will think of something."

"Well, good luck on that. Come on, let's see what Garcia has sent you."

At the door, standing behind a safe distance, Fran smiled when she heard laughter coming from the room.

Fran exhaled, releasing the weight on the chest. All is well for now.

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