And so it falls
Two Years Later
Morgan leans against one of the computer desks, watching in amusement as Garcia spreads herself across her chair complaining of death. She had made the very dumb decision to go to the gym with Morgan to learn some Judo. She full heartedly regrets her decisions and will be passing away in the next hour if she can muster up enough energy to do so.
“I hate you,” she groans. “I hate you and your eight-pack.”
Morgan laughs, “I’m sorry, sweet momma.”
“Yeah - well - I’d like to see you at a hacker’s tournament.”
There’s a ping from one of the computers behind Morgan. He jumps away from the table fearing that he did something wrong. Garcia shoots him a dirty look and rolls her chair over to the table. Any sign of amusement on her face fades into a confused scowl. Morgan leans over her shoulder to look at the screen.
“What is it, Baby Girl?”
Garcia’s mouth hangs open for a second, “So you know that case from two years ago with those sketchy S.H.I.E.L.D. people? I ran a program trying to get into the files and well the files are open now.”
“Little late, but good work.”
“Thanks, but this wasn’t me. Someone is dumping all of S.H.I.E.L.D.’s files on to the internet,” she looks up at Morgan. “Should we tell someone? We should probably tell someone.”
Garcia and Morgan exit her cave in large strides. Her heels echo loudly in the hall; it’s empty and slightly eerie. Morgan with his much longer legs gets to the door faster and holds it open for her. The office is uncharacteristically quiet; everyone is too busy watching the television.
“Is that Washington?” Morgan asks, reaching for the remote.
Reid nods slowly. The TV shows three helicarriers falling from the sky. Rubble and debris rains from above. It’s going to be a mess down there. Despite all this chaos, Hotch sits alone in his office on the phone. It’s a steady normal amongst the absolutely chaos unfolding on the news.
Garcia sits down at the nearest computer, “Someone has totally just dumped all of their files on to the internet.”
“Can you tell who is doing it?” Reid asks.
“It looks like whoever is doing it is pretty high up, but I can’t be sure.”
Hotch exits his office with a grim look on face. He looks old and tired, but still holding his command, he clears his throat. Everyone in the room turns to look at him.
He takes a deep breath, “I’ve just got word that the intelligence organization known as S.H.I.E.L.D. has been compromised.”
“Compromised? Compromised by whom?” Morgan asks, a skeptical look on his face.
“Hydra.”
“The nazi organization from World War II?” Reid says.
“That's the one. The DOJ is unsure how deep it goes or how the rest of this will unfold. The FBI has been called in to investigate further infiltration, but at this moment there has been no need for us.”
The scar on Morgan’s lower torso aches. S.H.I.E.L.D. was dirty. That’s the wrong feeling he had this whole time. The scientists weren’t just scientists; they were S.H.I.E.L.D. researchers reporting to Hydra. The name the agents gave them was fake. There was no Alexei former soviet spy. It was all a ruse to cover their tracks. The thoughts flood through Morgan’s head, tiring him. He misses the good old days when things were simpler.