Note: Well... if I thought the gap between chapters was bad last time, this one was even worse. I'm so sorry for the delay in updates. Both real life and my muse have been a hassle. Not to mention my terrible attention span.

Special thanks to my ever-patient and amazing reviewers: ahowell1993, hippiechic81, Ludub, Loonrider and Dextolan.

Reid winces as the woman finishes cleaning his head wound.

"All better." She offers him a small smile and steps back and Reid almost frowns.

He's not five.

Prentiss, standing off to the side, offers him a tight, sympathetic smile, as if she knows what's on his mind, but she doesn't speak.

"Reid!"

Morgan's voice reaches his ears and his head snaps up.

He can't help the way his shoulders slump in relief when he catches sight of the other man.

He's tired of being poked and prodded.

Surely, Morgan will be able to help him out with that.

"Morgan!" He straightens, unable to keep the relief out of his voice.

Prentiss angles her head and her ponytail swishes to the side, but she steps back, even though there's plenty of room for Derek to make his way through.

"Hotch told me what you did," Morgan says as soon as he's close enough that he doesn't have to shout.

Reid gives him a strange look. "I know," he says slowly, but this time he does frown. He was there after all. Does Morgan think the blow to his head suddenly caused short term memory loss?

"I know you know," Morgan says gently, in the tone of voice meant to soothe ruffled feathers, and Reid feels a little less defensive. It still feels as though Morgan is walking on eggshells around him though and he doesn't like it. "But maybe what you don't know is how we all feel about that."

Reid looks up at him then, slightly startled.

"Reid, I know you feel like Greer chose you because he sees you as the weak link."

"That is why he chose me," Reid interjects bitterly.

"Maybe. But it's why he lost. Reid, if it had been any one of us, he would have never given us the opportunity to do what you did."

Reid raises an eyebrow. "'You're saying it's a good thing he chose me than?"

"I'm saying it's a good thing he underestimated you," Morgan clarifies. "But I think you proved it today. You're not the weak one."

With that, he reaches up, giving Reid's shoulder a gentle squeeze.

"Greer was."

Update 4/26/18: I'm going to be marking this as complete for now. I thought there would be a few chapters following this, but I couldn't really find the inspiration to write any of them and I felt that this wrapped it up enough that I didn't need to continue. That doesn't mean that there won't be any chapters following this one. I would like to write at least one more, but I make no guarantees.

Note: Thank you all for sticking with me throughout this story. When I first started what I thought to be a very cringey story, I had no intention of publishing, but, when I finally did publish, I was completely blown away by the response. Your kind words were what inspired me to continue. So I thank you all for that.