Fandom: Criminal Minds which belongs to CBS.
Summary: "Would you rather face your dreams or wake up to this nightmare?" Secrets are revealed and a decision has to be made.
Warnings: Language, lots of violence, sad chapter.
Notes: The Glades last night was fantastic, no surprise. Best new show on TV.
Cross posted to bau_fic, cm_slash and morganreid_cm.
Morgan shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He could hear J.J. chuckle softly and whispered to her, "What should I do?"
Reid murmured in his sleep and his grip on Morgan's shirt grew tighter.
"I think he's having a nightmare."
"Let him sleep," J.J. said. "Would you rather face your dreams or wake up to this nightmare?"
"But my arm's going numb."
"You're the one who let him use you as a pillow."
"He said he wasn't that tired, and I usually believe anything he says."
"We're all tired," J.J. said the weariness clear on her face.
Morgan tried his best to turn and face her. "Don't worry J.J. We're almost in South Dakota."
"I'll miss you guys. You sure you don't want to..." She trailed off and shook her head. "I know, I know. We've talked about this a million times."
"I'm sorry. We will miss you too. I'm sure Penelope can hook us up with some snazzy webcams or something. We'll keep in touch."
Reid's hands shot out and hit the seat in front of them. It was occupied by Penelope who grumbled something along the lines of 'five more minutes' and punched the seat back. Morgan rubbed small circles on Reid's back as he whispered "Everything's alright."
J.J. got up and joined Emily in front as Reid woke up and squeezed Morgan.
"I don't want to sleep. I don't want to be awake," he said as a tear rolled down his cheek.
Morgan didn't know what to say. He kissed Reid's forehead and pulled him closer. Reid rested his head on Morgan's shoulder just as his arm was starting to regain feeling. He didn't care anymore. He didn't care what Emily was hiding. He didn't care if they made it to Chicago. All he wanted right now was to make things better for Reid and he couldn't.
The attack at Weedsville had changed everyone's attitudes. They spent no more time than necessary in town and were on a strict driving schedule. Morgan was sure by the time he and Reid left the bus, he'd have to learn how to walk again.
It was nearly midnight and Penelope was behind the wheel. She had complained at first she she had never been a good driver, but when there's no one else on the road, it doesn't really matter.
Morgan waited until he was sure everyone else was asleep. He carefully got up making sure not to wake Reid and made his way to the front of the bus. He wasn't really up for an interrogation. If she denied knowing anything again, he was just going to give up.
"I need to know Penelope," he said matter of factly.
"It's been two years," Penelope said the anger evident in her voice. "It shouldn't matter."
Admitting that she did know. He was finally getting somewhere. She did have a point, though.
"No, he said." It shouldn't. We're all leading different lives than we expected."
"I didn't appreciate that you tried to hack into my system. You wouldn't have found anything."
"I'm sorry Pen. That was wrong. I guess there is still a little cop in me."
"A little?" She stared at him and started laughing. She stopped and glanced over her shoulder to make sure she didn't wake anyone. "I guess cops don't need to learn code. That was a terrible job you did."
Morgan smiled and thought about Reid typing away. "Yeah, I'm awful with technology," he said.
"Well, I"ll have to teach you some..."
Suddenly, a horde of zombies shuffled onto the highway about 50 feet ahead of the bus.
"Where the hell did they come from?" Penelope asked. "Morgan grab the wheel."
She ran back and grabbed her gun. She woke everyone up just as Morgan swerved to avoid hitting them.
"Pen, get the defenses up!" Emily shouted. She pulled up the machine gun from its spot. "Same plan as before. Morgan, keep driving. Reid and J.J. shoot from down here. Pen, run ammo when you can. I'm going up."
Morgan could hear Emily crawl up and he slowed down a bit. Most of the zombies were old and still wouldn't be able to catch up. A handful were fresh, though...
Penelope started typing and soon the spokes were running plus some flames shot from the back scorching the faster ones. It wouldn't kill them, but it would slow them down.
"Em should be able to take care of it once she's on the roof," Penelope said with a relieved sigh.
"Wait. She's not up there yet?" Morgan asked. He turned around and saw Emily's legs disappear through the emergency exit. "NO!" he yelled, but it was too late.
A shot rang out and a zombie fell off the side of the bus. Emily lowered herself back in, clutching her arm. Penelope rushed to help her and Morgan stopped the bus.
"Keep driving," Emily said.
"Reid and J.J. can handle it," Morgan said as he approached. "Did you..." He couldn't bring himself to ask.
"She's going to be fine!" J.J. shouted as she fired out the window.
Penelope started crying as she got Emily to show her arm. The blood started flowing freely from the wound.
"She is alright?" J.J. asked. "Guys?"
The three were silent as Emily removed her jacket and made a makeshift bandage.
"You'll have to do it," she said calmly.
"What is going on?" J.J. shouted. She was reloading her gun as she came back to check. "Em... Oh my God." She raised her gun directly in line with Emily's head.
"J.J. what the fuck is wrong with you?" Penelope yelled.
"She's been bitten. I have to."
"Do you want to risk her turning and killing us all?"
"I'll stay up with her," Morgan said. The two women started at him like he was crazy.
"She's going to be fine!" Penelope shrieked as J.J. said through sobs "I don't want her to have to become one."
"I'll make sure I do it when I absolutely have to."
"Hey, don't I get a say in this?" Emily asked meekly with a hint of a smile.
Morgan kent down and held her hand. "I'm sorry Emily. I'll be here the whole time."
"You better be."
J.J. had drive them away from the highway and parked the bus. Everyone had fallen asleep as Morgan sat, finger on the trigger, across from Emily. She was in and out, having lost alot of blood.
"I was a spy," she said.
Morgan looked up quickly hearing her speak. "What?"
"I heard you ask Pen... about me. It's only fair..."
"You don't have to say anything," Morgan said.
"No, I... I do. I was working for a private company. I was stupid. I didn't learn what I was dealing with. I stole the virus for them. I didn't know... It is worse than anything I could imagine."
Morgan reached over and held Emily's hand again. "It isn't your fault."
"Yes it is! I caused this. I mean, overall. Not this attack. Though it's only fitting that this is how I go."
"Don't say that." Morgan tried to hold back his tears.
"It's okay if you hate me. Might make what you have to do easier."
"I don't hate you."
"Pity. You should." Emily closed her eyes and Morgan felt her hand slip from his. He stood up and pulled the trigger.
They buried her there in the desert off the highway. She deserved more, no matter what she did. A cross made from old road signs marked the grave. Everyone looked to Morgan and he knew what he should do. He should tell them. They should know, even Penelope whom he was sure didn't know the whole story.
"Emily was a great leader. She was willing to risk everything for us. She never gave herself the credit she warranted for what she put together. She was brave and I will never forget her." Morgan took one last look at the grave and then back to the others. "She would not have wanted us to stop. Let's get driving."