It is Fine

By: M14Mouse

Summary: Garcia is a nervous wreck. They tell her that Morgan is fine. She knew that their definition of fine sucks.

Disclaimer: Don't own them.

Love prompt bingo: I miss you

Garcia paced back and fore in her office. It has been 10 hours, 20 minutes, and a couple of seconds since they lasted called. They were up in the air right now. She could call again…maybe email if Reid isn't asleep. Maybe, she should try JJ…but she might be asleep too.

Hotch said that Morgan was fine.

She liked to debate their definition of fine.

When Hotch got kidnapped…

He was fine.

Reid got into the same situation…

He was fine.

When JJ got into that situation with that killer…

She was fine.

They were all fine.

They were all lairs.

They weren't fine. She could see it in their eyes. Sometimes, they would have the look of despair and sadness that broke her heart. Hell, she still isn't fine after her shooting.

Sometimes, the therapy just doesn't help.

Suddenly, she heard the door open behind her. She turned around to see JJ standing at the door.

"Where is Morgan?" She said.

"He is fine. Just getting check out."

Her voice was calm like when she is speaking in front of a camera. Her face was neutral. She felt her fist clutched to her sides.

He wasn't fine.

She saw the bruises, the cuts…the blood. So much blood. She watched the video like a million times. She will hear it from the others later.

Turn your emotions off during a case.

Well…she can't do that. She isn't like them!

She felt something touch her arm and gently rubbed it.

"Garcia…he is fine."

"He doesn't look fine, JJ! I saw the video…"

"JJ, let me handle this," A familiar voice echoed behind JJ. JJ turned around and nodded her head. She gently squeezed her hand before she left. She looked over her shoulder to see Morgan standing in the doorway.

He didn't look…bad. There was a large bandage over his left eye. His arm was in a sling. His right eye look liked it will be black tomorrow. His lip was cute. He has been hurt worse before…shot several times…nearly blown up just as many times. Those moments gave her a heart attack. She swore a couple of gray hairs as well.

She looked over the rest of him. She couldn't tell if there weren't any other injuries.

The most important thing was gone…the bloody shirt.

That didn't stop her from running over and hugging him. She felt his breath caught slightly. She wanted to hit herself over the head. Stupid…Stupid move…he is hurt and she just hugged him.

She was about to unwrap her arms when he caught her.

"I am fine, baby girl."

"You aren't fine…you don't look fine either."

A small smile played on his lips.

"Part of the job remember?"

"Well…that part of the job sucks."

"It does."

"Sometimes, I worry that it won't be fine. Sometimes, I worried that you wouldn't come back. Who is going to get me late night coffee…or see bad movies with me…or who is going to help me spoil small children? You can't leave me, okay? I would miss you too much," She said with a sob.

She wasn't going to cry. She wasn't.

"Shhh…"

She felt Morgan's hands slowly move up and down her back. She let out a small sob.

"I didn't know that you had so many plans for me. I should have gotten a planner."

Another sob choke into her throat and she started to laugh.

"Morgan! Stop making me laugh!"

"But it is good to hear you laugh,"

She couldn't help but smile at the comment.

"You are evil…evil man, Morgan."

He encased her into his arms gently. She laid her head on his chest. He whispered gently into her ear.

"For you? Anytime, baby girl."

End