A/N *Please Read*

First off, i would like to begin by saying that I have absolutely nothing but the HIGHEST respect for anyone who risks their live for the good of others, from to EMT's and firemen and most especially to police officers and military personnel. They face the unbearable for the safety of millions of others. That being said, when I thought of this story it was not to highlight any bad on their part, it was to highlight the deep and strong ties that bind Morgan and Reid, like brothers.

I am deeply sorry for the wait for the end of this story. If you have not, please reread the first two chapters as i have done some fairly extensive revising on them before posting this. I let a particularly nasty review destroy my enjoyment of this story and left you all hanging so long, again I apologize.

This chapter is dedicated to all those who have encouraged me to finish this but most especially to Brinohms, whose pointed review finally gave my the courage to return to this story today. I hope everyone enjoys this. Thanks for reading

-Wolfgirl

Reid sighed as he sank into Morgan soft leather couch, allowing his weary body to relax, secretly agreeing with the doctor that he probably should not have pushed so hard to get home so quickly. He felt as if everything hurt and he was more than grateful that Morgan had offered to let him stay here, knowing his own couch wouldn't feel this amazing.

"Garcia is bringing Chinese." Morgan called from the kitchen where he was organizing Reid's medications.

Reid didn't respond as he let his eyes drift closed. He woke sometime later and bit back a yelp at Garcia, who was perched closer than he would have expected. He groaned as he jarred his arm with he jumped.

"Oh my poor baby." Garcia exclaimed and proceeded to mother him for a few minutes, making sure everything was arranged just so for Reid's comfort.

Reid shot Morgan an annoyed look as he stood in the doorway and chuckled.

"I'm going to take a shower. I'll be out in twenty." Morgan announced as he caught Reid's look.

"Away with you, your upsetting him." Garcia ordered imperiously.

"You wish is my command." Morgan threw back over his shoulder as he jogged up the stairs.

"It had better be." She threw after him, before settling him to the soft couch.

"This should be illegal." She observed.

"mmm." Reid agreed. He really should look into a couch like this.

"You don't believe him do you?" Garcia had never been one for beating around the bush.

"Who?" Reid wondered.

"That Officer who was disrespectful. What he said has no bearing on what any of us think." Garcia said.

Reid looked at his shoes.

"JJ and Emily were upset. Morgan was a bit more than that. Hotch had a few words with his chief about everything. I think he only agreed to actually leave the hospital because Morgan was so angry, he shouldn't have gone alone. He isn't at his best when his family is hurting." Garcia observed.

Reid was worn down with all the pain he was feeling, added too be the sleepless nights, when he just couldn't get into a comfortable position. He had thought back to the harsh words more than a few times over his hospital stay.

"Logically I know." Spencer said at last.

"Oh honey." She carefully leaned into his good side and hugged him as hard as she dared. "In this case I would advise to listen to your head, just this once."

"But…" He began, but stopped when Garcia held a finger to his lips.

"No buts. The FBI doesn't keep deadbeats around. And they certainly don't pay them what they pay you. Hotch wouldn't keep you around if you weren't the best at what you do. I use your profiles to find people and places in places I wouldn't even think to look." She moved and rummaged around in her purse before pulling out a couple pieces of paper. His eyes scanned the first page before he turned questioningly to Garcia.

"How did you…" He began again before he was once more interrupted.

"I got a bit angry one night. I compiled this list to send to that officer, but I figured it would be best if I didn't give him a piece of my mind; harassment laws and all that." She said. "It's a list of every person you have saved since you began at the FBI."

Reid looked through the next few pages with an undecipherable look on his face.

Garcia allowed him his silence.

"Thanks." He finally mumbled, relief flashing on his face as a bit of tension drained from his body, relaxing some of the lines on his face. He blinked heavily and Garcia contained the triumphant grin.

She carefully helped him to lay on the long couch and placed a pillow under his head and arm to keep him comfortable. He was softly snoring before she even had a chance to cover him with the quilt Morgan's mother had made for her son long ago.

Morgan crept quietly into the room a look of respect on his face.

"You are a miracle worker." He told the smug tech analyst, who sat, eating from a carton of Chinese.

"I know." She told him, "Your food is on the table," she motioned with her chopsticks to the coffee table. "I put Reid's into the fridge. I also brought a carton of my famous chocolate chip brownies. If I find out you ate them all, you will answer to me." She told him firmly, punctuating her statement with a glare.

"I wouldn't even dream of it." He told her, grinning that Reid had finally calmed and his team was going to pull through this, just as tough as always whether or not some junior officer could make out Reid's worth or not.