A/N: This little idea of a one-shot/ plot bunny/ or whatever you want to call it, hit me when I was watching ep. 1x10, The Popular Kids. I said, 'Why doesn't someone tell the story or the girl that haunted Morgan?' So here I am. Most of this is from me, because no one clarified any facts about this girl. Enjoy:
The Eyes
My name is Elaine Raleigh. March 13, 2000 I was murdered.
Of course, I knew there was a serial killer out there. One that was murdering blondes in their mid-twenties with green eyes, like me. I didn't want to let this killer run my life. I had a family, a husband, a baby girl. This was my life and I was going to live it. Then that day came.
Eva, my little five-year-old girl, had been feverish. I was sure she had the flu, since it was going around her school like the plague. I had taken her to the doctor, who agreed with me. Brendan, my husband was watching her while I went to get her medicine.
I remembered well that the line in the pharmacy near my house had been too long, so I had driven into Seattle for the medicine. It vaguely crossed my mind that a killer was on the loose, but I was too worried about my daughter to really care at that moment. That was a mother instinct and it got me killed.
After getting the medicine, I was walking back to the car when he grabbed me. I never saw his face or even heard his voice. As far as I know, a black shadow attacked me. I struggled what felt like hours with him when he got his hands around my neck. I thought of Brendan, of Eva. Human nature is human nature and I lost my battle with this killer.
They found my body the next morning, my clothes dirty, my hair tangled, and my clouded blue eyes, wide open.
It was a shock to that agent, the cocky one that insisted he could catch the killer. All he needed was another victim and sadly that was me. I left a little girl and husband here, I wanted to tell him, but his face when he saw me was enough. I knew I would haunt him for years and strangely that's what I wanted. I wanted him to think of me and the mistake he made.
His name was Derek Morgan and he apologized in person to Brendan and Eva. Eva liked him until she found out her mommy wasn't coming back. Then she wouldn't even look at him and that broke his heart. I want him to move on though. My family and I did.
I see him now, encouraging another teammate of his, much too young for that profession. I wasn't glad to die, but I was glad my death helped Derek Morgan to help someone else.
A/N: So? What do you think?