Garcia had not spent much time out in the field with the team - really out in the field, where the guns were, as opposed to holed up in the local police station. But she recognized the change in Morgan's manner. It wasn't just that FBI Headquarters was gone. A more immediate and urgent threat was what she read in his sudden alertness, the move to get her out of harm's way. And now she was scared.
"Derek-?" she began, but then she was roughly pulled into the shelter of his body, and a second later he collapsed, nearly knocking her over with the suddenness of it. She drew a quick breath to scream, but the second dart hit her before the sound escaped. She crumpled bonelessly to the pavement beside him.