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A/N: I'm truly sorry for not uploading this new chapter but my messy, busy life kept me away from writing. To clarify things in my story Emily is really dead.

After the transfer of Emily's body at the Massachusetts General Hospital's morgue, Hotch ordered to Morgan, Reid, Rossi and Seaver to go back to the hotel and of course, everyone tried to argue their boss' order but once they were told that the FBI was going to launch an internal investigation about their conducts during the Doyle's case, they decided to follow his instructions without any further discussion.

In the room he was sharing with Reid, Morgan was furiously pacing. Even if he reacted poorly when he learned about Emily's lies and past, he found disgusting the fact that the Bureau already tried to put the blame on someone when the body of his friend was even cold.

"Please, can you stop pacing ? You're going to give me a headache." Reid said sitting on the edge of his bed.

"Sorry." Morgan replied stopping and resting his back on the wall.

"I can't believe she's dead. I feel like it's a bad dream and that I'm going to wake up." Reid stated still trying to process the last hour's events.

"I have the same feeling but it's not going to happen. She's gone." Morgan whispered moving closer to his friend's position.

"You know, it's horrible to say that but I'm pissed at her. Why did she tell us about Doyle ? We could have protected her from him. She didn't have to do this alone." Reid said angry.

The older man nodded. He understood the young man's anger. He felt worse, actually. He knew there was something wrong with her but he did nothing to help her. Maybe if he had, she would be still alive.

"Don't be angry at her. She did what she thought was the best for everyone. It was her choice. Beside, you know how stubborn she was." Morgan said sitting next to his friend.

"She was. I'm glad that this son of bitch is dead. Not just for what he done to Emily but also for every single person he killed. Thanks to her, he wouldn't hurt anyone else." Reid sadly smiled.

Morgan wasn't entirely agreed with Reid's statement. Of course, he was happy that Doyle was deathly shot by the SWAT team but that son of a bitch died too nicely to his taste. Resting his hand on his friend's shoulder, he said "She didn't die in vain and that's all maters."

Reid couldn't help but wondered if that's how Morgan coped with his father's death during all these years. Perhaps knowing that someone who he cared about died saving innocent lives bring him some closure but for him, it was a small consolation because all he could feel right now was pain. "It's still hurts." He confessed with a heavy heart

"Yeah, I know." Morgan replied holding his friend against him.

For a while, he held him then without thinking about it, he kissed him.

"What the hell was that ?" Reid yelled pushing Morgan away and jumping from the bed.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what I was thinking." Morgan apologized for what he just did.

"Don't give him that. I know exactly what you were thinking. You thought that screwing me like old times could make you feel better but I'm telling it's not going to happen. Not now. Not ever." Reid shouted and before Morgan could say or do anything, he put his jacket on then left the room slamming the door behind him .

Morgan broke down and hit the wall several times. It was his way to evacuate his sadness, anger and frustration.

His sorrow was amplified by Reid's words and their veracity. Despite the feelings he claimed to have for Reid, if the genius didn't push him away, he would have slept with him without thinking or caring about the consequences which proved him that he didn't change. He still saw him more like a sexual partner than a potential boyfriend.

All things considered, he was also relieved by Reid's rejection. At least now, he knew that he didn't have a chance to be with him again, he could move on in his life without any regret.

After a while, he heard a knock at the door and opened it to see Garcia standing in the threshold. barely recognized his friend with her eyes were red and filled with tears. He hugged her and kissed her forehead.

"I just saw JJ and Hotch. they told me about the autopsy. Do you have any strong alcohol ?" She asked snorting in her friend's chest.

She was plenty aware that drinking was the solution but right now, she wanted to forget the reality. She already had troubles to face the dead of her friend and the thought of her being cut open was more then she could take right now.

Morgan said "The hotel bar is still open, let's go."

"You should have told me you're coming here. I could have pick you up at the airport." Morgan said once he felt that Garcia was ready to talk.

"I didn't even think about that. Cooper and I took the first plane. Thanks God, he talked to the flight attendants because I was a mess, I'm sure they thought I was crazy."

"Cooper traveled with you ?" He asked surprised;

"Yeah, he wanted to support Reid. We ran into him in the hotel hallway and they booked a room." She simply said not wanting to talk more about Reid's boyfriend.

Despite the fight between the two men, she refused to take sides and still remained good friend with Cooper but she tried to motioning his name in front of Morgan the less she could and asked news from her other friends "Where are Rossi and Ashley ?"

"Rossi decided to stay with Seaver tonight. It's the first time that she lost a teammate on the field and Emily was like a mentor for her so you know." He replied.

After few drinks, they called it a night and headed in Morgan's room where they spent the rest of the night

Rossi invited few people at his house for Emily's wake. He didn't initially plan anything but when he learned from Elisabeth Prentiss was coming straight back in Italy after her daughter's cremation, he took it upon himself to organize something to honor his friend one last time.

Unlike others, he didn't judge the Ambassador's decision, mainly because he experienced first-handed the lost of a child but also because he felt that the Ambassador already honored her daughter's memory in her own way: she used her political influence to protect the team from the FBI and the Senate's upcoming hearing.

In Rossi's living room, half of the team and FBI agents were exchanging stories about their friend. However Reid, instead of staying with them, isolated himself in the garden. It was too soon, for him, to talk or even think of Emily without feeling pain.

After a while, Morgan checked on him "Hey, you're alone ?" He was plenty aware that Reid was alone but at the moment, it was the best he could find to break the ice.

"No, Casper is here with me. Don't you see him ?" He snapped ironically. He didn't forgive his co-worker for what he did in the hotel-room.

Morgan ignored Reid's sarcasm and asked "I'm leaving and I was wondering if I need a ride."

Due to Reid's constant state of avoidance, he didn't tell him how sorry he was and though a wake wasn't the best time to say it, he was hoping that his friend would let him a chance to make things right.

"Thanks for asking but no so goodbye." He replied ending the conversation.

He wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone and especially to Morgan. Once again, his co-worker put in an awkward position in his personal life. He choose to don't tell Cooper about the kiss. Not that he didn't feel in anyway responsible for Morgan's action but he didn't want to jeopardy his relationship for something he didn't want or even encourage.

Before Morgan leaving Reid alone, he said "For what it's worth, I'm sorry. Since Emily's gone, I've been thinking a lot about the kind of friend I am and I'm not proud of myself. If you can give me a chance, I'll prove you that I could be the friend you deserve."

After a steamy, hot round of sex, Morgan got up for his lover's bed and silently collect his clothes.

He initially came at Mark's place to end their relationship. However, one thing lead to another and against his best judgement, he finished in his bed.

Putting his last piece of clothes, he announced "It's the last time to came here." Despite himself, he was a little sad to leave his young and talented lover but for the first time in his adult life, meaninglessness sex wasn't enough for him.

During Emily's wake, he watched with envy his friends with their respective spouses and wished to have someone by his side too. He then realized that it wasn't too late to share his life with someone.

Mark got up the bed and reached out a cigarette from his dresser. As he lighted it, he chucked "So you came here for a goodbye fuck ? If I recalled it you already said last time. And the time before. Let's face it, you're addicted to that" puncturing his last sentence by smacking his own ass.

"It's over. Deal with that." Morgan stated.

"If it's what you want, ok. You know the exit." Mark replied, internally glad that his job was finally over.

Once he scrubbed every inches of his body in the shower, Mark lighted another cigarette and grabbing his phone, he dialed his boss' number : "It's me... Yeah, I have what you want but the right question is do you have what I want ? Good, I like the sound of that... In that case, my friend, you'll have everything to destroy Morgan's life."