Elle fell down to the ground with a grunt. Morgan looked confused, and then he realized what happened. Gideon walked over, he had come through the back door and shot Elle from behind.

Reid lowered his gun and went over to Elle who was laying on the floor bleeding. First thing he did was take the gun out of her hand, then he pulled off his cardigan and put it on the wound. "Hold still. We need to get her to a hospital."

"Reid, she's not going to make it," Gideon said. "I shot her in the heart."

"It's okay," Reid said. "The bleeding's not that bad. You're going to be okay. Morgan help me carry her to the car."

Elle started to whisper, and Reid could just barely make it out. "Why... why are you helping me?"

Morgan picked up her and carried her to the car. While they were making it there, she passed out.

At the hospital several hours later, Elle was stabilized. The team waited outside the room until then. Reid and Morgan entered.

"You're under arrest for the murders of Riley Price, Josh Lethbridge, and Michael Brown," Reid said, and Morgan proceeded to handcuff her to the bed.

"You saved my life," Elle said to Reid, her face pale and tired.

Reid shrugged. "I wasn't just going to let you die there. Most people have a thing about letting other people die."

"I was going to kill you."

"I noticed," Reid said, feeling awkward. There was nothing that either of them could say that would make the situation any different.

"You'll take better care of him than me," Elle said.

Reid laughed, a little snort of surprise. "Well, you didn't set very high standards. If I don't hold a gun to his head, I'll be okay."

Morgan stood there, his face almost sad.

"Do you think I can pull off an insanity plea?" Elle asked.

"Good-bye, Elle," Morgan said.

That evening the team (minus Elle) went out for dinner to celebrate solving the case. Unfortunately, one of their team members turned out to be the same kind of monster they spent their time hunting and the FBI would have to take major backlash. This put a bit of a sour note to the evening.

Morgan and Reid sat next to each at the table. They hadn't really talked much since their argument, and had scarcely said a word to each other since the incident.

Garcia sat across from Morgan, staring at them. "I can't believe I didn't know you guys are together. My Chocolate Adonis and my Junior G-Man together, how adorable!"

Reid blushed a bright shade of red and avoided eye contact. Morgan laughed. "You know I'm really not that junior."

"Yeah, you're not," Morgan said, raising his eyebrows. Garcia practically choked on her coke. Hotch put a hand to his head in shame.

"That's more than I needed to know," JJ said.

Gideon raised his glass to make a toast. "To the Behavioural Analysis Unit. We may question each other on occasion, but we pull together when it counts the most." The team clinked their glasses together and downed their drinks.

"See?" Morgan said to Reid. "It's not so bad having everyone know."

"No," Reid agreed. "It's much better to have everything out in the open." Finally, now he felt at peace.

A/N: Hmm... I'm not really very happy with this chapter. Don't worry, it's not the end. I think the next chapter should wrap things up. In other news, I'm thinking about writing an AU story where the team is a rock band and Reid is the singer. Of course, it would be Morgan/Reid. Would anyone be interested in that? Thanks for reading. :)