Tuesday, April 5, 2016

Bring Them Home, Morgan Chapter 3

BAU Headquarters – 2pm

Derek had eleven hours to find his team. Still shaken from the video of a hysterical bloody Garcia, he knew that he had to focus and call on all of his training and push aside his personal feelings for her and the others. Cruz had made good on his promise to begin his own official search and the bullpen was now filled with FBI agents from various other departments throughout the bureau.

Frustrated, he was still waiting on a technical analysis and although he was able to do simple searches his skill set was not adequate for what he needed. Just as he was about to go down to Technical Support and snatch his own tech he noticed an older woman enter the office. She reminded him of his grandmother; surely she was lost, he thought. He continued to watch her as she approached one of the agents and saw him look up and point in his direction. He watched as she proceeded slowly up the stairs toward the conference room.

“Can I help you?”

“Agent Morgan?”


“I’m Mabel Henry from Tech Support.”

Morgan’s jaw dropped and it was no way he could hide his shock as he looked her up and down in silence. She was dressed in a bright orange skirt with red and white giant flowers; her blouse was white with black polka dots and a baby blue cardigan. Her used-to-be-a-dyed-blonde hair was graying and haphazardly pinned in a bun on top of her head.

“I get that a lot.” She chuckled as she returned his unbelieving stare, pushing up her neon green cat-eyed glasses.

“I-I…um I’m sorry…”

“No worries. Where do you want me?”

“Huh?” Derek shook his head trying to remember why she was there. “Oh…right here.” Pointing to the office next to the conference room.

Mable followed him to Garcia’s lair and opened the door.

“This is our tech’s lair. Please be careful she’s pretty particular about her things…her babies as she calls them.”

“Aren’t we all?” She quipped back.

The woman looked even older up close sitting her bag on the floor she took a seat in front of the bank of computer screens and made herself comfortable flipping switches and watching the screens spring to life.

For a minute it was as if Garcia’s future self had found a way to defy time’s continuum and stepped backwards into the present time.

“From what Unit Chief Cruz told me you’re in a bit of a time crunch.”

She saw the mix of anger, stress and sadness in his eyes even though he thought he had done a pretty good job of hiding it behind his tough guy exterior.

“My entire team has been kidnapped and I have less than eleven hours to find them or they die.”

“Okay. Let’s get to work. Give me the details.”

“We all left the office around noon for lunch. They went to Pelley’s about a mile and a half from here and I decided to work out instead of going with them.”

Mabel turned and looked him over with a discerning eye. She liked what she saw.

“An hour later I received a call from the son-of-a-bitch who took them.”

“So they’ve got to be close.”

“Yeah, right.” He responded surprised. “He’s close but I’m not sure if I’ll be able to find them in time.”

“Giving up already, Handsome?” She said looking over her shoulder at him as her fingers continued to type.

“No I’ll never give up.”

“Good then get out of here and let me get to work.”

“Yes, ma’am!” He responded in surprise.

He watched in awe he hadn’t seen anyone handle multiple computers and screens like that before except…he closed his eyes for a moment to block her out of his mind. He had to remain focused there was too much at stake.

Unknown Location -

The door creaked and opened with a rush; the limp body of Penelope Garcia fell with a thud to the floor. Before any of them could utter a word the door slammed shut.  With their hands and feet still bound there was nothing they could do for her but watch and wait for some sign of movement from their friend. Blood smeared her neck and blouse and no one wanted to even guess what had happened while she was gone.

“Penelope!” JJ yelled at her friend frantically.

Hotch and Rossi looked on horrified knowing she was the least prepared for a situation like this and becoming a victim of such harshness and cruelty would scare her beyond the physical.

“Garcia!” Reid called out voice quivering.

She began to stir and move against the pain but she was alive and for that they all were grateful. Her hands and feet were not bound so that was also another thing to be grateful for.

“I’m okay…I’m okay…” She whispered to them.

Slowly she pulled herself to an upright position in the middle of the room then touching lightly the haphazard gauze that had been wrapped around her neck. It was painful to the touch but she knew it could have been a lot worse. It wasn’t meant to cause serious or life threatening harm. It was purely for affect, to get Morgan’s attention which no doubt had achieved its purpose. As much as it had scared her she got a small sense of satisfaction knowing that Derek would kill the evil bastard when he got his hands on him.

“Garcia! Untie us!” Hotch ordered taking charge and seeing an opportunity.

Garcia as quickly as she could, crawled over to the others and began untying them starting with Hotch who in turn untied Rossi.  Garcia moved over to JJ while Rossi untied Alex and Hotch finally untied Reid.  Once free they all rubbed their wrist and began plotting their next move.

“Now what?” Garcia seemed to speak out loud what the others were thinking.

“Good question, Garcia. We’ve got to figure a way out of here.” Hotch answered.

“What can you tell us? What happened?” Ross asked.

“He forced me to make a video for Derek. He wanted me to tell him that he was going to kill us if he didn’t find us in time. Then he cut my neck to show Derek he was serious.”

“Pen,  are you okay?” JJ asked.

“It hurts like hell but I’ll be fine.”

“Derek’s gonna kill that son-of-a-bitch!” Reid mumbled.

Just then the door opened again and Kirkwood and his two armed goons stepped confidently through the door. He examined the group and smirked so sure he was going to get away with his plan. The two men behind him had a similar smirk of overconfidence.

“So I see you’ve all made yourselves comfortable.  Well, it’s time for us to have some more fun!”

He motioned to the man on the left behind him and he obediently moved toward Reid and yanked him to his feet.

“Let’s go!”


With the help of Mabel Derek had narrowed his search area to a five-mile radius. He and Cruz stood in front of a large map looking at all of the possible locations that would give Kirkwood the ability to hide six people without drawing attention. Even in the relatively small area there were too many places and too little time to check them all.

“I can start sending teams out to these locations…”

“No! If they stumble on the right location, you can guarantee he will be watching. If he sees anybody but me, he’s going to start killing them and I can’t risk that.”

“Come on, Morgan you can’t check all these by yourself!”

“Yeah, I know… we’ve got to narrow the list and we can’t afford to be wrong.”

Cruz ran his hand over his head and began pacing. Taking over Strauss’ old job didn’t look so attractive to him now. The BAU was indeed a rare special unit with nerves of steel and watching Morgan work to find his team he knew he was not capable of doing what they did.

“So what are you going to do?” Cruz asked in frustration.

Derek’s phone rang just before he could answer Cruz’s question. Another video had been sent to him by Kirkwood. He braced himself for the sight of another one of his team abused and bloody flaunted in his face by a man he wanted desperately to kill.

Reid, like Garcia had been forced to make a recording and to read a prepared script to further taunt Morgan. Unlike Garcia however, Reid paid close attention to everything around him as he was led to the room set up like a miniature studio equipped with expensive equipment that the average Joe would not have a clue even existed. He had to get a message of his own to Morgan and he hoped that his friend would understand and it would help him find them before it was too late.

Morgan sat on the edge of the conference table and pushed play. He watched as Reid was pushed down into a chair and handed a piece of lined notepaper.  He squinted against the bright lights and began reading silently at first.

“Read, Genius!” barked Kirkwood’s voice out of view.

Reid turned to his left as if he were looking at someone and then turned back toward the camera.

“Okay! I don’t understand what shooting an expensive movie is going to accomplish; this isn’t Hollywood!”

Kirkwood’s fist suddenly appeared in view landing hard against the side of Reid’s head. Reid tried but couldn’t hold in the cry of pain.

“Read the damn script!”

“Okay, okay!”

Reid glanced up at the lights before taking a deep breath and beginning.

“Time is running out… eight and a half hours from now and we will be dead if you don’t find us. No police, no FBI…come alone… your life for ours…”

Kirkwood stepped into view placing a gun to Reid’s head. Reid flinched then stiffened as the barrel pressed roughly against his temple. He closed his eyes praying that he’d gotten his message across and that they would be found soon.

“Eight and half hours, agent! If you don’t make it in time just know that I’m going to have so much fun with your friends making them suffer! They’ll all be screaming and calling your name wondering where you are and asking why you didn’t save them!”

The screen went black as the video came to an end. Cruz watched the torment and pain cross Morgan’s face.

“What are you going to do?” He asked again.

Morgan slowly looked up at the Section Chief and in a steady confident voice he answered him.

“I’m going to call for back up.”

He was more confused than ever. Cruz had given up on understanding anything and so, he stood watching the wheels turning in the agent’s head and after several seconds he left the room.

Morgan got up and moved to close the door. He couldn’t risk being overheard. He dialed a number that he hadn’t dialed in quite a while; he only hoped he’d get a warm reception without a lecture of how terrible he was at keeping in contact with friends.

The phone was answered on the third ring and he sighed at hearing her voice on the other end. No one, not even Garcia had known that he had kept in contact and knew where she was.  After her sudden departure her name was very rarely if ever brought up as if she had never been a part of the team. The two of them had become close and Morgan wasn’t one to forget about the few people whom he had let in. So, from time to time he would call to check on her and she him. It was their secret and he kept his word to keep her whereabouts to himself.

“It’s been a while, stranger.” She said cheerfully.

“Elle, I need you…”

Tuesday, January 26, 2016

Bring Them Home Chapter 2

“Don’t even try to tell me I’m not working this case!”

Cruz hadn’t been around long but he knew enough not to try and reason with SSA Derek Morgan when his mind was made up. He couldn’t blame him his entire team had been kidnapped as an act of revenge against him. It was personal and even before he’d taken over as Section Chief he’d heard about the relentless fearless agent who was willing to bend and in this case break the rules to bring down an UnSub.

“The FBI will be conducting their own investigation and we can’t have agents going off on their own…”

“Cruz, this is my team! My family! I’m going to do whatever it takes to bring them home! If it means I have to turn in my badge to do it then so beit!”

Cruz looked at Morgan standing unblinking in his face. Under any other circumstances he would demand the agent stand down. He’d also remind him that he was still his superior and still in command of the BAU, but now was not the time.

“What do you need?”

Morgan stepped away and took a seat and rubbed his hands over his face.

“First place I went when I got that call was to Garcia’s office…I need somebody on those computers helping me find my team. “

“I’ll see what I can do.”

Unknown Location -

Hotch and the rest of the team had finally managed to sit up bracing themselves against the walls of the small room.  Their heads had cleared from whatever drug they had been given. Their eyes had also adjusted to the dimly lit room.

“Anyone want to guess why we’re here?’’ JJ asked.

“And where are we?” Reid added.

“Where’s Morgan?” Garcia asked, voice trembling.

“Hopefully, looking for us.” Hotch answered.

Their conversation was halted by the creaking sound of the door as it slowly opened.  Three men stepped in staring down at the agents. One of the men dressed in an expensive suit with matching Italian leather shoes, was obviously in charge. The other two men were well-built men who stood close behind the leader waiting obediently for orders.

“I’m glad you all have managed to make yourselves comfortable.” He glanced at his cohorts and the three chuckled.

“What do you want?” Hotch asked in an even authoritative voice.

“Aaron Hotchner, I presume. I’m Andrew Kirkwood.”

“Is that supposed to mean something to me?”

“It will.”

Kirkwood shifted his attention to Garcia moving and standing in front of her. He loved the fear in her eyes it made him giddy and excited.

“I’m an old friend of Agent Morgan’s.” He continued.

“Where is he?” Rossi asked.

“Unfortunately he wasn’t able to join us. Apparently he decided at the last minute not to join you all for lunch. But no worries he’ll be joining us soon.”

“What do you mean?” JJ asked.

“It means that he is pretty pissed off that I planned this little reunion and he’s missing all of the fun.” He smiled amused at himself.

“Stop playing games, Kirkwood! What’s going on?” Hotch barked.

Hotch was caught off guard by the hard kick to his ribs from one of Kirkwood’s goons, which blindsided him. He doubled over in pain while the others sat quietly and shocked.

Kirkwood motioned to his men as he kept his eyes on Garcia.

“I hear you’re quite the actor.”

Garcia trembling sat silent staring at the madman above her.

“Today is your big debut. The biggest role of your mediocre career.”

At the snap of his fingers the two goons moved quickly and grabbed Garcia by her arms and began dragging her toward the door.

“NO! She screamed not meaning to but she couldn’t stop her sound of panic and fear.

“Where are you taking her?” Yelled JJ.

“Leave her alone!” Aaron moaned still doubling in pain.

Andrew Kirkwood took a moment to look triumphantly down at his captives then turned on his heels and left with a screaming hysterical Penelope Garcia in tow.

BAU Headquarters – Later…

He didn’t think it was possible for a human being to go without breathing this long. He couldn’t remember taking a breath; he’d watched the video three times now and still he hadn’t inhaled…or exhaled for that matter.


She was crying uncontrollably mascara streaking down her face, clothes wrinkled and disheveled. He couldn’t comprehend, didn’t understand, only thoughts of killing Andrew Kirkwood consumed him…and was that blood on her face, bruises under her eye?

“Derek…I’m scared…he’s going to kill us…if-if you don’t come…”

She looked to her left up into her captors face.

“Please don’t make me do this!” She pleaded.

“Do it!” He barked.

She swallowed hard trying to compose herself, trying to be strong but it was too late she had already shown that she was terrified.

Then Derek watched helpless as Andrew Kirkwood came into view standing behind Penelope towering over her seated body. He leaned into the line of sight placing his face close to hers. Then he grabbed her and jerked her head back. Smiling into the camera and then back at Garcia. Morgan saw the knife in his hand; saw it as Kirkwood pressed it to her neck.

“I could kill her right now…I’d love to kill her right now…I know you’re still watching, agent!”
He pressed the knife harder on her neck and a small spots of blood beaded onto her pale white skin.

“How’s it feel to know that I can do anything I want to her and there’s nothing you can do about it?”

Morgan’s heart beat madly in his chest and squeezed the phone in his hand like he wanted to squeeze the life out of Kirkwood.

“Derek!  Please…Derek…I’m so sorry!”

The cackle of his high-pitched laugh sent Morgan to another place. He had never felt so much rage in his life. She was his life, his love…his everything and he hadn’t had a chance to convince her…to make her understand.  If Kirkwood wanted to punish him and make him pay than he had found the way.

“You have twelve hours, agent! Twelve hours to find me…face me…man to man! I want you dead! So…if you want to save your friends then come and find us! Your life for theirs!”

He laughed again as he leaned down and licked the dripping blood from her neck. Derek cringed watching, dying inside to see her being terrorized by this lunatic.

Kirkwood pressed the knife against her neck again drawing more blood, lots of blood and screams…gut wrenching screams just before the video went black.









Thursday, January 7, 2016

Bring Them Home, Morgan Chapter 1


Morgan ran through the empty bullpen and raced up the stairs taking the steps two at a time.


The Unit Chief’s office was empty. Puzzled he turned making a 360 as he surveyed the entire area. Not a soul was there. It was like the world had ended while he was out to lunch.

His phone rang and he yanked it from his belt and answered it.

“Where are they, you son-of-a-bitch?”

“Now you will learn how it feels to lose everything that’s important to you!”

“This is between you and me! Let them go! You want to take somebody, then take me!”

“That would be too easy and not nearly as much fun.”

Morgan stood on the catwalk in the middle of his worse nightmare. His team had vanished into thin air, taken by a maniac out for revenge.  It had been so long ago and way before his life had even begun with the BAU. He had to do something, anything to get them back.  The voice on the other end of the phone sent shivers up his spine. He knew far too well what he was capable of. Morgan had done battle with him nearly losing his life. He had seen his handiwork, the damage, and the joy he received from making others suffer.

“If you hurt any of them I’ll kill you! That’s a promise!”

All he heard was a sick cackle of a laugh and then the dull moan of his phone as the line went dead.

He began dialing cell numbers; one by one each call went to voicemail. He left hers for last. He was frozen in place. His hand held shaking hovering over the numbers not knowing what he would do if she did not answer.

Just as he began dialing Garcia’s number his phone rang. It was her face flashing across his phone and his entire body fought for control of his emotions.

“Baby Girl!”

“So she is the special one!”

“Let her go!”

“Don’t tell me that the eternal bachelor Derek Morgan has fallen in love?”

“If you touch her…”

“Please don’t start making idle threats, agent!”

“What do you want, Kirkwood!”

“I want you! I want you to see how it feels to watch your family die!”

“You sick…”

“Yeah, yeah I know…I’m a sick son-of-a-bitch!!! I see your vocabulary hasn’t grown much over the years!”

“Your beef is with me not them! Let’s settle this, man to man!”

“That sounds good and all but…I much rather play with your friends. Remember how I like to play, agent?”

“Don’t do this!”

“Maybe I’ll even let you watch me carve the heart out of your pretty little tech geek! Would you like that, Derek?”

Derek closed his eyes trying not to show emotion in his voice. The thought of Penelope in the hands of this maniacal killer was too much for him to handle. He had to get them back, alive and in one piece but he didn’t know how or even where to start.

15 years ago Antoine Kirkwood had haunted the city of Chicago for two years before he was stopped. He was responsible for the deaths of twenty-four women, kidnapping, torturing and killing them and then dumping their bodies in public areas staging them in sitting positions with their arms crossed holding their own hearts in their hands that had been cut out of their bodies while they were still alive.

Morgan had been the lead detective on the case and he had always known that Kirkwood had a partner but he’d managed to disappear into thin air and was never found. Kirkwood had been killed in a bloody shoot out with Derek placing a bullet in his head.  Several months after Kirkwood’s death he began receiving threats from Kirkwood’s twin brother, Andrew. After six months, the threats stopped and Morgan moved on dismissing it as nothing more than the idle rumblings of a distraught sibling. Now, Morgan understood that the silence was merely Kirkwood taking the time to plan and prepare for his revenge. Shortly after the case, Morgan moved onto the FBI and away from his life with the Chicago PD.

Unknown Location –

The room was dark and damp and smelled of old musty clothes. Hotch was the first to open his eyes and fight through his hazy vision and the darkness of the room. He was laying face down on the floor and it was hard to move; he quickly realized that his hands and feet were bound tightly behind his back. Fighting against the bindings that rubbed roughly against his skin he realized that he wasn’t alone in the room. The rustling and moans nearby stopped him, looking and squinting through the darkness.

“Hotch?”  JJ’s voice was slurred.

She too was bound and lying face down. Reid was next to her still unconscious. Alex and Rossi began stirring and struggling to sit up which was futile.

“Where the hell are we?” Rossi groaned.

“Is everybody okay?” Hotch asked looking around the room the best he could.

“What’s going on?” Garcia’s voice was shaky filled with fear.

“Reid? Reid!” Alex felt panicked when Reid didn’t move.

Hotch began rocking his body from side to side trying to gain some sort of leverage to be able to sit up. Finally, Reid began to stir and Alex let out a sigh of relief.

The entire team was there except Morgan. They had all gone to lunch together; all except Morgan who’d decided to workout instead. Hotch could only hope that he had not been captured if he hadn’t he could be their only hope of making it out alive.

“Where are we?” Reid asked groggily.

The sound of a creaky door broke up the conversation. The sound of heavy footsteps entering the room grabbed their attention as they waited for some clue as to their current predicament.

“Welcome! I’m sorry that your accommodations couldn’t be better but I assure you that that will change very soon. In the meantime, I have but one question, who wants to die today?”