Title: Fear Itself
By: MrsWolfDragonFisherPrincess
Pairing: Reid/Morgan
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds or the awesomeness contained in the people you are reading about. I just borrowed them.
Summary: Morgan's thoughts and a different take on 'Revelations'. I was testing the waters on this one...

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"We have nothing to fear but fear itself."- Dwight Eisenhower.

As we stared at the screen, Reid's immobile and fragile body seemed so much more breakable as it was on the chair. We watched in horror as Tobias Henkal slammed the 2x4 into Pretty Boy's slender, breakable leg and screamed at him to do something, but since the audio was down at the moment, I had no idea what that was. Suddenly Garcia squealed.

"Oh…oh…okay…Audio is back up as of right…Now."

Just like that I could hear my Pretty Boy's labored breathing, the heavy sighs of pain. Henkal walked back into view and started talking to Reid.

"You talk a nice tongue, but even the devil can read. You must prove your intent. Pick a teammate to die, someone from the BAU."

Reid whimpered, and shook his head, his matted long brown hair falling over his face. I spun to Gideon and Hotchner and found all the pent up rage and fear and sadness on the surface now. I grabbed Gideon and slammed the older agent into the wall. No one moved to stop me.

"If Henkal kills Reid…I will put three bullets each thru yours and Hotchner's goddamn skulls. Understood? He is only in there because you got all high and mighty and thought you'd be a smart ass and send another agent in. Well guess what? The department may not punish you for losing him. But. I. Will."

Suddenly Reid's voice came to us from the computer. He was shaky, but he was also determined.

"I choose…Aaron Hotchner. He is your typical narcissist. He believes he is above everyone else and no one can compete with him, we are below him, we are in a graveyard where he is in the mausoleum. That is who I choose to die."

Hotch looked up, with a look on his face like he was confused. Then something hit him. He spun to JJ.

"I am a narcissist, right, Agent Jarou? Dr. Reid is right, entirely so. But he was using me to profile Henkel. He was using the profile on me to tell us where he is. They are in a graveyard. GARCIA! Look for all the graveyards within a 100 mile radius, and then cross reference them to find one that holds signifigence to Tobias Henkel

"On it Boss Man."

Ten minuets later we were speeding into a graveyard. I ran, gun out, crouching, towards two figures. I knew one was my Reid, the other was the UnSub, Tobias Henkal. The bulkier of the two figures moved forward suddenly, and a gun went off, and I saw the muzzle flash. Not caring for my safety, I rushed over screaming,

"REID! REID!"

Gideon, Hotch, JJ, and Emily joined me at the two prone figures. Reid was hunched over, clearly upset, gun in hand, and Henkal was dead on the ground. Reid stood shakily and lurched into JJ, hugging her. Then he turned and mauled Hotch, whispering,

"I knew you'd understand."

He looked around at us and saw me, and gave me a brief smile. Then asked for a moment alone. We walked away, letting him be alone. When he rejoined us, we headed to the hotel, grabbed our bags, and headed home. Once on the jet, everyone settle down. Reid laid his thin, broken frame on the couch at the back of the jet, and I sat on the floor next to him. I leaned my head backwards into his spine and sighed. Then my fear and the tears started to flow. I was shaking and sobbing as I relized how close I had come to losing Reid. I covered my face with my hands and tried to keep my tears quiet so I didn't wake Reid, but it was hard as the last two days caught up with me. I hade never been more heartbroken, or terrified in my whole life. I felt a hand slide over my head, and Reid's soft, sleep filled voice rang thru my ears.

"Morgan? Are you okay? What's wrong?"

I twisted to look at him, and saw his dark circled eyes watching me with worried intent. He leaned down off the seat and wrapped his long slender arms around my chest, sighing. He pressed his face into my shoulder, and turned his head, dropping a kiss to my neck, trying to calm my fear. I took three deep breaths and looked into my best friends dark ringed eyes, seeing the pain and fear in the hazel and blue orbs. Our foreheads touched and then we knew: We could do this, this surviving thing, as long as we did it together.

"When the dust clears, you will always have your family. Beyond them, your friends. But then, they always seem to be the same."- David Ambrosia