It had been a hard couple of weeks. The case had taken its toll on all of them, as all Children related cases did. There was something inconceivably evil about harming children, even more so when they are tortured, forced to live with the effects of such abuse for the rest of their lives. It was a quiet ride back to Quantico, everyone lost in their own thoughts, trying to fight the demons that danced around them. The images, the sounds, they knew will haunt them for days to come.

Dragging their feet behind them, they slowly walked back into the office carrying their Go bags, home after almost three weeks of being away. Morgan dropped his bag on his desk without pausing, the rest of them watched, knowing exactly where he was going. Knowing there was one person that could make it better and often did, his one safe place, the one person that knew how to draw him out of the darkness that sometimes still plagued him.

As though she had sensed his approach, she had turned just as he made it to her door. She stood, wordlessly wrapping her arms around his neck as he pulled her closely, and held her so tightly, burying his face into her shoulder. She caressed the back of his head, and felt his shoulders relax. They stood there for what seemed like eternity. He needed her. He needed her to make it better, to make the images disappear, and the screaming to stop in his head. She felt his arms tighten around her, as though frightened that she would disappear if he didn't hold her tight enough.

"It's okay Baby, I'm here. I'm not going any where." She whispered soothingly in his ear.