A one-shot idea that I've had for awhile and just now got around to writing. This one makes me nervous, since I don't think I did very well with Morgan's characterization, but hopefully you guys like it anyway. Enjoy!:)

SSA Derek Morgan had been in this business a long time. He'd been working with the BAU for over a decade. Within that time, he had learned a few things.

Now, some of these things that worked for him were things that he knew didn't work for his coworkers. For example, Derek had learned to follow his gut, which was something that, for example, he knew he would never see Rossi do – not anymore, after the rollercoaster that they had been put through with various unsubs, anyway, the guys like Benjamin Cyrus and Tobias Henkel that still kept the team awake some nights. Rossi following his own split-second instincts had gone wrong too many times in the past for the man to be willing to risk it anymore, but Derek was still a firm believer.

This kid standing in front of him just reconfirmed the belief that Derek had.

Dalton Sharp was a mere twelve years old, and he couldn't even touch five'-six", but the kid had followed his instincts, and that just might up saving his little sister's life.

Dalton had been sent off within the confines of the park by his mother – Agent Sharp, one of the BAU's own – with his seven year old sister, Marcie, and some money for the two kids to get some ice cream cones. Something about the guy in the ice cream truck had apparently struck Dalton's second sense as a little off from the start, but he had went ahead and ordered ice cream for both his mother and himself, then waited for Marcie to make up her mind. When his and his mother's treats had begun to melt before Marcie decided, Dalton had chosen to take his mother her cone and leave Marcie at the truck for the minute that would take. Still feeling leery, though, Dalton had read the truck's license plate and committed it to memory – "Just in case. Stupid, huh?" – before going back to his mom. When he had returned for Marcie a couple of minutes later, he had just barely seen the truck speeding down the road with his sister inside. He had immediately ran to his mother, who in turn had called Hotch in a panic, who had immediately brought his team to meet her at the park, and that had led to Derek sitting here, listening to a retelling of this story as he took a statement from the distraught young brother of their missing girl.

"Do you remember that license plate number, little man?" Derek asked.

Dalton instantly rattled off, "CH8M9N."

"Great," Derek praised, copying that down before instantly springing up from where he had been sitting on a park bench beside Agent Sharp's son. "I'll be right back."

He jogged towards Hotch and gave him the number. A minute later, that license plate number had been sent to every cop in the search, and to Garcia, and just as quickly – thanks to the quick-typing fingers of the self-proclaimed tech goddess – they had the name of their unsub. Within the hour, they had chased down the man himself, and gotten little Marcie back relatively unscathed.

As he watched the reunion between mother and children, Derek decided that it had been a really good day and that sometimes – if not all of the time, in his opinion – it just made sense to follow your instincts.

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