And truth will bury us
Hotch walks slowly into the interrogation room. Morgan is sitting there, tired, like he hasn’t slept in days. They don’t greet, he just nods his head in salutation and Morgan looks away, frustrated.
It feels like years before, when he found Morgan in another interrogation room. But this time it’s different, the secret hidden in Morgan’s eyes is different. This time, Morgan doesn’t want to be rescued.
He can’t be rescued. Not now.
"They have your prints on the crime scene." Morgan doesn’t answer "This doesn’t look good for you, Derek. Let me help you, tell me what happened."
Morgan directs him an annoyed look. Hotch feels like pleading but can’t do that, he’s here as an FBI agent - even if his friendship with Morgan is making it so hard.
"Talk to me. Tell me what happened. Were you there?"
"I want to make a deal." Morgan finally says, taking Hotch by surprise.
"Ok." he murmus, slowly nodding "What do you want?"
"Not for me." Morgan rushes to say, interrupting him. Hotch is trying really hard to read him.
"Who else was there with you?" it’s barely above a whisper.
"I want immunity. For Spencer and David."
Hotch sucks in a breath, going pale as soon as he hears the names.
"You know who I’m talking about." Morgan replies, frustrated. Hotch shakes his head and looks towards the glass sharing a secret look with the agents on the other side. Morgan grunts because Hotch is looking at his own reflection, he can’t see them through the glass wall.
"Spencer and David." he repeats "Reid and Rossi?" and his voice breaks at the last syllable. Morgan panics because he knows Hotch and he knows what that means.
"What happened?" he begs to know.
"Reid is in the hospital. Since 2012. And Rossi… he died eight months ago."