Still
reeling from a recent loss from his past, Morgan realizes that he must let go
of the past and push through grief in order to preserve his present to give him
a fighting chance for a future.
Home of
Derek Morgan – Day
Days off seemed so foreign to Derek with such
an unpredictable schedule with the BAU, time off often seemed like a mirage. He
appreciated Hotch giving him time away to heal physically and emotionally after
the loss of Tamara and the ordeal with Peter Bogman. His body ached and so did
his heart. He kept fighting against the guilt of not keeping in touch and
ultimately pushing Tamara away. She should have been enough for him. She had
the qualities to make any man with even half a brain settle down and be happy.
As much as he was attracted to her for everything she was and everything he
could imagine they could have together, something was missing. Deep in his
heart he felt that he would be settling for less than what his heart truly
desired. What and whom he wanted seemed
out of reach in his mind and so here he was, alone dreaming about a woman that
he could never have.
Derek knew he couldn’t afford to dwell in
misery, he had too much to do and idleness would cost him his edge and make him
soft. He needed to get up and get going, after all those unsubs out there
weren’t going to wait until he felt better. So, with his time off he thought he
would start working on his latest property; a small two-story Victorian near
the outskirts of town. When he first laid eyes on it he imagined a family who
probably never thought they would be able to afford a home, living there. He
wasn’t sure how much work he could put in before his body screamed for a break
but he had to start somewhere, and he needed a distraction from the thoughts
that raced through his mind and haunted his every waking moment.
Apartment
of Penelope Garcia
Penelope dreaded going into the office knowing
that Morgan wouldn’t be there. He had such a presence there that it seemed
empty without him—or was she thinking about her heart? She was worried about
Morgan and she wished that there were something she could do for him, but what
do you do for a man who is grieving the loss of a woman when you are in love
with him yourself? Each time she looked into his eyes and saw the pain, she
kicked herself for allowing herself to love this man, her best friend and a man
who would never think of her as anything but a friend. She wondered if there
would ever be a man that would mourn and hold the pain in their eyes like that for
her.
Penelope had already received a text message
that the team had a case. She welcomed the distraction and so she quickly
dressed and headed to her sanctuary where she hoped her work would keep her
mind off of Derek Morgan if that could even be possible.
BAU
Headquarters
The team was headed to Memphis and it was a bad
one. Three women had been found dismembered and their body parts scattered
across the city. Even though no one mentioned it, they needed the entire team
and with Morgan on leave it was going to be a heavy burden on the others. More
importantly, Morgan needed to be on that jet headed to Memphis, nothing good
was going to come with time alone to mope and blame himself for yet another
thing that he could not have prevented.
“In the past three months the body parts
belonging to three women have been found across the city of Memphis.” Hotch
began showing headshots of three beautiful thirty-something women, blonde and
extremely attractive.
“…Each woman had been reported missing three to
five days prior to their bodies being found; and according to the coroner’s
report they were dismembered anti-mortem.” Hotch added.
Penelope looked away from the screen as the
pictures of limbs cut with surgical precision flashed across the screen. The
rest of the team seemed unmoved by the grotesque sights.
“Looks like we’re looking for someone with a
medical background.” Rossi noted as he focused intently on the pictures in the
files in front of him.
“Why is this guy only killing blondes?” JJ
flipped through the pages shaking her head. “It’s always blondes.”
“Actually that’s not correct. In fact, only
three out of ten murder victims are blonde. The other seven are brunette,
redhead or a combination of, and if you take into account that most blondes are
not true blondes, then the number of blonde murder victims decreases.” Reid looked
around the table quite proud of himself.
“Somehow that doesn’t make me feel any better
Reid.” JJ shoots a glance across the table.
“Wheels up in thirty.”
Morgan’s
Victorian Fixer – Later
Morgan was well into demolition, ripping up
floor tiles in the kitchen and removing old appliances. The dirt, dust and soot
mixed with sweat created a muddy film over his shirtless body. Every swing of a
hammer was an attempt to erase the memories and regrets that continued to haunt
him. Nothing however, was able to keep him from thinking about Penelope. He
missed her and he thought about calling her at least a dozen times in the last
several hours but he knew with the team being on a case she would be busy.
As Morgan began to wrap it up for the day his
cell began buzzing. Penelope’s picture popped up and his heart leaped.
“Hey Baby Girl.”
“Hello Handsome.” It was good to hear his
voice.
“How’s the team?”
“Landing in Memphis as we speak. I took the
liberty of sending you the case file…just in case.”
“You know I’m on leave.”
“I know but old habits die hard. I just thought
you’d be curious.”
“Thank you Doll. So, what time are you getting
out of there?”
“Oh, Sugar…I’m not. This is a bad one. Hotch
and the gang are hitting the ground running so that means Mama is staying put.”
Morgan’s heart sank; he was hoping to hangout
with her tonight.
“Hey, if you get bored, you can always come by
and keep me company.”
“I just might do that. I better let you go. I’m
headed home.”
“See you later?”
“Maybe.”
Morgan finished packing his gear and locked up
to head home. His mind was racing, wondering about the case and wishing he had
sucked it up and resumed his life. It wasn’t like him to need to be away to
regroup and heal. They had seen so much, unimaginable crimes against the
innocent and it had become routine to see death, mayhem and pure evil up front
and personal each and every day. He was questioning himself now since Tamara’s
death; was he really making a difference or was he and the team merely treading
water. As awful as it appeared it was what he wanted to do and he couldn’t
imagine doing anything else with his life.
BAU
Headquarters
Penelope was exhausted and the screens in front
of her looked like a blur. Her neck was stiff and her head ached. This case was
as tough as they got and the team had no leads. She hadn’t stopped to eat and
her stomach was letting her know that it would not tolerate being neglected any
longer. The thought of another snack from the vending machine nearly made her
gag.
A light knock on her door grabbed her attention
as she swung herself around just as the door opened and the sight of an
incredibly gorgeous man met her gaze with a smile.
“Well hello, Handsome! Aren’t you a sight for
sore eyes…literally, I’ve been staring at these screens for hours and my eyes
are killing me!” The smell of food filled the room nearly knocking her over.
“Hey Baby Girl, hungry?” Morgan stepped in and
set the large bag in his arms down on an empty chair in the corner of the room.
“Oh, you are indeed my hero!” Garcia opened her
arms inviting him to come closer. He did and gave her a big hug and kiss on the
top of her head. She inhaled him as she held him in place wishing that she
didn’t have to let him go but her stomach was screaming to be fed.
“I had a feeling you probably hadn’t eaten, so
I took a chance and brought you a late dinner.” Morgan began to take the food
out of the bags and set them next to her on the desk.
“I love you!” If he only knew, she thought to
herself.
“I might be banged up a little but I still have
to take care of my Baby Girl.”
As she ate, Morgan sat across from her. He was distracted
but he was glad he came by. He felt bad that he wasn’t in the field with the
rest of the team. His body ached but he wished he’d just sucked it up and
gotten on the jet.
“So how are you feeling?” Garcia tried looking
in his eyes to see for herself knowing that he would never admit anything other
than he was fine. He looked tired and she guessed he hadn’t been sleeping.
“Don’t worry about me, I’m fine.”
“Okay, Derek, where’s the bridge and swamp land
and the crap in general you want to sell me? You’re the most gorgeous man I
know but you look like hell!”
“Ouch! Okay, I haven’t been sleeping…”
“And…”
“And what?”
“Derek, I won’t pretend to know what you’re
going through. I know Tamara meant a lot to you but you can’t blame yourself
for her death. Bogman was supposed to be in jail not running free! That’s
someone’s else’s fault not yours.”
“I hear you, I just need some time…”
“Just don’t take too much time. The team needs
you and you need the team.”
Derek got up and moved behind Penelope and
began to massage her neck and shoulders. She was tense and his hands kneading
her skin felt like heaven as she closed her eyes and relaxed under his touch.
Was there nothing this man couldn’t do, she thought.
“Man, you’re tight. Just relax and let Derek
Morgan make you feel better.”
“Oh baby, I can think of some other things you
can do to make me feel better.”
A wicked smile crossed her face as she looked up and locked eyes with him. He smiled back at her.
A wicked smile crossed her face as she looked up and locked eyes with him. He smiled back at her.
“You are so bad, Mama!” He ended his massage
and kissed her again on the top of her head.
“I better get out of here and let you get back
to work. Get some rest, Baby Girl.”
“Rest? What’s that?”
She watched as he gave her a smile and left the
office. She could still smell him in the room and could still feel his strong
hands on her shoulders and neck. She closed her eyes to reset her mind on work.
Damn, she loved that man. If he only knew what she imagined his hands doing to
her body…
Hotch’s call jerked her from her Derek Morgan
induced fantasy as she quickly swung around to face her computer.
“Hotch..uh hi!”
“Garcia, another woman has just been reported
missing, a Grace Shultz. She looks just like the other victims. Her husband
reported her missing when she didn’t return from the local junior college this
evening. Can you check to see if she has anything in common with the other
three victims?”
“Ay, ay, Sir.” Garcia began feverously typing
on her keyboard.
“Garcia, I know Morgan is on leave but we could
really use him on this case. If this unsub stays true to his M.O. Grace only
has 24 hours before he starts cutting her up.”
“He was just here. He didn’t look too good,
boss.”
“Talk to him, Garcia this unsub falls right
into his specialty of obsessional crimes and it’s going to take us too long to
figure it out without him.”
“Okay, I’ll talk to him.”
Home of
Derek Morgan – around midnight
Derek knew where his place was, it was with his
team in Memphis. He had been studying the file that Garcia had sent him since
returning from the BAU. This unsub was a sick son-of-a-bitch.
The doorbell rang breaking Morgan’s
concentration. Puzzled he answered surprised to see Garcia standing on his
porch.
“Garcia, what are doing here?” Stepping aside
to let her in.
“I know it’s late…but I need to talk to you.”
“What’s wrong? Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, Morgan, but the team needs you.”
“Garcia…”
“I know, I know you’re on leave, you don’t know
if this is what you should be doing…I get it but right now your team needs you!
Right now, Morgan!”
Morgan began to pace and make sense of her
midnight visit.
“Garcia, I don’t know what I can do to make a
difference…”
“Look, Hotch called, another woman has been
kidnapped. This case screams to your expertise on fixations and obsessions,
Morgan!”
Garcia glances over Morgan’s shoulder and
notices the files spread across the dining room table.
“You’ve been studying the case, see, you’re
ready to go!”
“I don’t know Garcia.”
“Listen to me, the Derek Morgan I know would
not leave his team hanging! He’d never put himself before them. You know the
case…they need you…Grace…that’s the new victim’s name, she needs you. She has a
husband, they just got married six months ago…she has 24 hours before this
son-of-a-bitch starts chopping her up into little pieces!”
Morgan closes his eyes and begins rubbing his
head.
“I know you’ve had a rough time, but Hotch and
the team need you, Grace needs you…be her hero, like I know you can be.”
Memphis
Metro Police Headquarters – Next Morning
Hotch, JJ, Reid, Alex and Rossi have not left
the precinct since arriving the day before. They all look dead tired but they
are still mulling over case files and keeping themselves awake on stale coffee.
The Lead detective is seated in an interview room with Grace’s parents and
husband.
Morgan enters the busy office and heads toward
the team. They are obviously tired but happy to see him and they greet him with
tired smiles.
“Thanks for coming.” Hotch extends his right
hand and pats him on the shoulder with his left.
“This case is a mess! I’m sure Garcia’s told
you about our latest victim.” Rossi added.
In a matter of seconds Morgan has put aside his
troubles and begins working alongside his team mates digging and sorting
through the files and photographs. Garcia holds down the fort back in Quantico
working her magic in cyberspace. She’s proud of her man for pushing through his
grief and physical pain to help solve this case. She hoped that this would help
him and not do more harm than good.
After much research and discussion, Morgan’s
fresh eyes and knowledge of fixations and obsessions, they receive a lead and
head out to apprehend the unsub and rescue Grace.
The Unsub is identified as Boris Mathers, a
career criminal with a history of an abusive childhood. His mother, a blonde
had been killed by his father when he was eight. His father Charles Mathers
made his son assist him in dismembering his mother. It was believed that his
mother was the beginning of his father’s many years of murdering and
dismembering women. At Morgan’s insistence Garcia was able to find the
connection with the father. Morgan also figured out that the father’s death was
the stressor that caused Mathers to take up where the father left off. Garcia
was able to discover that between Mathers and his father, 30 women had been
killed over the span of thirty years.
The team arrived in time to save Grace. Morgan
was the first through the door and it felt good kicking the door down and
surprising Mathers. It was days like this that the team lived for and made what
they did worthwhile. To see Grace reunited with her family was confirmation for
Morgan that he belonged in the BAU after all. He knew that grief and pain was all
a part of the job; so were the nightmares but like everything else, he had to
work through it and not let it destroy him.
BAU
Headquarters – Evening
The team arrived completely exhausted; Penelope
was anxious to see Derek step off of the elevator. He smiled and hugged her
tightly and she hugged him back smiling into his chest and inhaling him deeply.
Just before he released her she whispered to him that she was proud of him and
happy to have him back.
As the two walked toward his office he grabbed
her hand. It had been a tough few weeks. He had lost a dear friend and been tested
physically beyond his limits but he’d survived. He knew that Penelope was the
key to that survival. No matter what this job or even this life threw at him,
her friendship was his anchor. She was his God-given solace. He loved her and needed her in his life. One
day, he only hoped he would have the courage to tell her so.
*****
"Every man is guilty of the good he did not do."-Voltaire
The End...
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