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?”