So this is my first of Criminal minds, so bear with me. I hope you like it.
I do not own Criminal minds.
Morgan's POV
"So what do we know about this new one?" Reid asked the rest the team that we're gathered around the table.
"Well, the only information I have is that she's a 29 year old women transferring from Mi5 to the FBI. Her name is Elizabeth Gainsborough and she has three degrees from Cambridge University. Just got another while working at the Mi5. So she must be bright. The file says she's an exceptional agent, very dedicated and efficient. She's done some great undercover work with great results. Only last month did she roll up a one of Britain's most wanted: McDermott. So I think she'll be a great person for this team." Hotch said.
"So we've got another genius on our hands." Rossi said and I laughed.
"Well, she'll get along with wonder kid over here." I said, pointing to Reid, next to me.
"Maybe, we'll see right. Which courses did she take? Cambridge is known as the best university in the UK, so she must be pretty clever." Reid started rambling before Hotch interrupted him, before he could ramble off some statistics.
"She graduated with honours in: Psychological and behavioural science, History and Modern and medieval languages. The last one's Geography" Hotch replied to Reid's answers.
"Jep, another genius apparently." Rossi joked.
"Which languages?" Reid questioned.
"Russian, Spanish, Portuguese, Arabic, Danish and a few medieval one's I guess." Hotch replied.
I couldn't help but feel impressed already by this woman. She definitely had the brains and work ethic. Hotch wouldn't have hired her, if he didn't believe in her. I was very curious to see what she looked like as well.
"Where is she anyway? We have a new case, shouldn't she be here." I said.
All of a sudden, a women which I guessed was 5'10 tall, very slim build with a heart shaped face, green-brownish almond eyes, finished off with cute dimples. Her face was surrounded by thick dark brown waves. She was dressed in a white blouse and black pencil skirt.
"I'm sorry, my plane got delayed." She said in a soft, but yet firm voice thick with a British accent.
"That's okay, but introductions will have to wait for on the plane." Hotch said and pointed her to the empty chair next to me.
As she sat down, I could smell the soft scent of flowers and I couldn't help but look at her. "Derek Morgan." I said softly as Garcia started with her debrief, extending my hand, she accepted my hand and I could feel the softness of her skin. "Elizabeth Gainsborough." She said, before she turned her attention to the screen.
"Miranda Winston shot twice, 22 caliber. She's the only identified woman of three. They were found in the dessert of Utah. She went missing about a month ago. There was evidence of sexual assault on all three victims. As you can see here they were found naked, except for a cross necklace." Garcia said, when Rossi interrupted her: "Maybe it's a religious symbol."
"that's always possible." Reid joined. "But wouldn't they be clothed than. If it is religious intent."
"Not necessarily, it depends on how the UnSub sees the role of women in religion." Elizabeth intersected.
"So he's a women hater then." JJ stated.
"Possibly. But nakedness isn't always seen as sexuality. But I guess it does in this case seeing as they were raped." Elizabeth replied. "Have they identified what made those ligature marks." She asked Garcia.
"No, the weapon has yet to be identified, as do the other two victims." Garcia replied
"What did Mrs. Winston do for occupation?" Elizabeth asked.
"She was a housewife as far as I know." Garcia replied.
"Okay, Wheels up in twenty." Hotch said, getting up and finishing the debriefing.
Elizabeth POV.
I walked along with the team and entered the locker-room and opened mine, which I had just filled with a couple of bags for different climates. I took out my bag; I thought would fit the best for the Utah weather.
"Have you gotten you're FBI pack yet?" I heard Morgan asked. "No, but I guess I'll get it somewhere along the way." I replied, as I took out my Glock19 and put it in my handbag. I threw on my coat and turned around.
"You can ride with us." Morgan said and I saw a blonde women standing behind him. I walked over to her and extended my hand. "Elizabeth Gainsborough, but I prefer Liz."
"Jennifer Jareau or JJ as everybody says." She spoke as she shook my hand.
"Ladies, let's get a move on." Morgan said, coming back into the locker-room, I hadn't ever realized he went away. "You can change on the plane." JJ said to me, showing her clothes with her hands and I saw she was also wearing a skirt.
We moved quickly to the airport and boarded the plane. I sat down next to an older guy, with a darker skin tone and a beard. I buckled up as I felt heard the engines accelerate. "David Rossi." He said, extending his hand. "Elizabeth Gainsborough or Liz, it's a bit of a mouthful." I replied.
When we were altitude Hotch stood up and said, while pointing to the people: "So let me introduce you. This is Derek Morgan, Jennifer Jareau, Spencer Reid and I'm Aaron Hotchner. Everybody this is Elizabeth Gainsborough. But I'm sure a few have already made some introductions"
"I'm very happy to be working with this team, I've heard some great things about all of you." I said, it was true. Emily Prentiss was the one who put in a good word for me so that I could join the BAU. I had gotten to know her after working with her and Interpol for a couple of months.
"You heard of us?" JJ asked. "Yea, I worked for a couple of months with Emily Prentiss. She has a lot of adoration for you guys. She said I would fit in well with you guys and put in a good word for me." I finished.
"Well if she recommends you and put in a good word for you, she'll speak highly of you as well. You must have impressed her for her to do that." Ross said.
I looked down at my hands a bit shy by what Ross had said.
"So are you related to Gainsborough?" Reid asked me.
"No, not that I'm aware of at least." I replied, with a smile.
"It was a possibility, cause … " and I lost him when he started rambling off some statistics, I looked over at Morgan and JJ a bit confused.
"That's Reid for you." Morgan stated, jokingly. "Get used to it." He added.
" You two should probably chance." Hotch stated, motioning to JJ and me.
"Would you mind if I joined you and changed together." JJ asked, motioning to the bedroom in the back of the plane.
"Not at all. I've got nothing to hide. Come on" I replied, nodding my head to the back of the plane.
The both of us quickly changed, while we talked about random stuff. Finally I attached my gun to my hip and sat on the bed, waiting for JJ to finish. I didn't want to open the door, while she was half-naked.
JJ opened the door and I followed out. I sat down next to Morgan as JJ sat down on my previous place.
"So what does medieval languages consist off? "Reid asked.
"Neo-Latin, Gaelic and Welsh including it's histories and cultures." I replied to his question.
"That seems interesting." He stated and I agreed.
"So have you always wanted to work in law enforcement?" Ross asked.
"No, I didn't but Mi5 spotted me at Cambridge and persuaded me to work for them, so they helped paid my tuitions and I started working for them the moment I graduated school." I confessed.
"So what did you want to be?" Morgan asked, from next to me.
"Curator, tour- or Museum guide." I confessed.
"Well that's something different." Ross stated. "It is."
"Okay so. The second woman has been identified as Heather James. She went missing three weeks ago. Her boyfriends reported her missing. The other victim Jane Doe." Garcia said, before disappearing once again.
"Okay. Morgan, Liz. You guys go to the crime scenes. JJ, Ross. You guys go to the morgue. Reid and me will go to the station and will set our temporary office up. " Hotch ordered.
We all buckled up when the pilots announced we would be landing. We landed and Morgan offered to take my luggage along with his. I followed him out the plane and put on my sunglasses, being overwhelmed by the heat.
"Can I drive?" I asked him. "Do you want to?" he questioned and I nodded my head yes and he handed me the keys. I hopped into the car, gave in the coordinates and drove off.
"I forgot to tell you. I have you FBI pack with me including your vest, badge and other stuff. It's in the trunk, but here's your badge." He said, holding up my badge.
When we arrived at the crime scene a guy in uniform walked over to us. "Sheriff Marcus." He said extending his hands to us. "I'm SSA Morgan, this is SSA Gainsborough. So what do we have?" Morgan introduced us.
"Three victims found in this area. All blond, blue eyes and slim build. They were found naked, except for a cross necklace." He rambled the facts we already knew.
"Do you have any leads?" I asked.
"Not really, we know that the two identified victims were last seen at a diner." He answered my question.
"Have you swept the area?" I asked him.
"Yes, nothing came up." He replied
I looked around to see if I could see anything out of the ordinary. I looked up as I heard a bird and saw that a couple of vultures were circling around an area.
"Hey Morgan. Do you see those vultures?" I asked him, motioning to the spot the birds were flying. "Yea. Why." He replied
" It could be nothing but they don't behave like that. It's not their usual behaviour, unless.." I said, Morgan added: "There's a body."
We started walking to the place and warned the sheriff on the way. I pulled o my gloves as we walked to the place. It led us to a canyon, both sides were steep, but the smell of dead filled the air. "Sheriff was this canyon checked out when you did the sweep?" I asked him.
"I believe so." I just nodded my head no, slowly and I raised my eyebrows to Morgan.
We reached the body. A girl with the same descriptions lie on the ground, face down. Her limbs were twisted in all kinds of odd angles. But this time she was clothed with a white sheet.
"Something's different about this one." I stated. "What do you mean?" the sheriff asked me.
"Well for one, she's clothed this time, I can see a chain around her neck but the cloth wasn't there with others, neither is she shot. I don't know tell it a gut feeling." I said not sure if I should word my thoughts yet.
at the temporary office.
"so anything special at the crime scene except for another body?" Ross said, grinning.
"No, nothing but a new body." Morgan replied.
"So are we ready to make a profile yet on this guy? Or do we have any leads?" Hotch asked.
"I think we should be able write preliminary." JJ replied. "Is there any idea why this one was clothed? Has she been identified yet?" she added.
"Well, we have been able to identify the third victim though. She's called Samantha Harris. She went missing a day after Heather, it was reported by her parents. She has a daughter; the first time the victim has a child. The father isn't in the picture. And the no the forth one hasn't been identified yet" Garcia said from the intercom.
"Did the husband or boyfriend say anything?" Morgan asked.
"No, I talked to both of them. They said nothing out of the ordinary happened in the days before their disappearance. Maybe the parents of Samantha will be able to tell us something." JJ added.
"Liz, you there?" JJ asked. "Yea, I am." I replied, putting down the box of Chinese and went through the statements, reports, pages.
"What's on your mind Liz?" Morgan asked.
"I'm not sure. Did the morgue give you anything new?" I asked the Ross and JJ.
"No, nothing that wasn't in the report yet. No DNA from the assault" JJ replied.
"Anything on the dinner? Was the third victim there as well, before her disappearance?" I asked.
"No, but we'll ask her parents. They're on there way here, but they don't know about their daughter yet." JJ replied. She looked behind me and I followed her gaze and saw a couple standing there. "Would you mind if I joined you? I'll tell them this time, you've done the previous two one's" I asked JJ.
"Of course not, come on and are you sure?" She said, getting up. "I am." I answered, opening the door, leading to the lobby. I was glad they hadn't seen the pictures of the victims yet. That was the down side of having glass walls.
"Mr and Mrs Harris. If you'll follow me please." JJ said. I followed them into the room next to the one we had occupied; I could feel the eyes of the men, watching us.
"Mr and Mrs Harris yesterday afternoon we found the body of young women. I'm sorry to tell you that the victim is your daughter." I finished, carefully choosing my words.
The glaze in their eyes pained me to watch. Their eyes slowly filled with tears. I both saw them staring out in front of them, then the tears started rolling down their cheeks. And then they broke out sobbing. I heard JJ tell her condolences, before she nodded to me.
I moved the box of tissues closer to the couple.
"I can't imagine what you're must be going through but I must ask you a few questions." I asked carefully. The women nodded no and I looked over a JJ and could see the pained look in her eyes.
"I don't know what you're through but, we want to bring justice to the person who has done this to your little girl. I want to help bring you and your daughter the peace of closure by bringing the person responsible to justice. Will you please let help us do that?" I asked in soft voice.
"Yes, I want that." The father said and the mother nodded. "Do you want something to drink, before we start?" I asked them. "Some water." They said and I felt JJ getting up.
"Thanks." They said.
"Was there something out of the ordinary, the days before her disappearance?" I asked them. "No, she did her usual things. Brought her daughter to the school, went to work. Went out with her friends. Nothing happened." Her mother said.
"Did she go to a dinner or coffee shop, while going to work?" I asked them.
"Yea, she did the one on the high street." Her father said and I looked over to JJ in a recognizing gaze.
"Did she get any weird phone calls, messages, letters?" I asked them.
"No, not that I'm aware off." Her mother said.
"Wait, she did get a letter, two days before she disappeared." Her father said.
"What did the message say?" I asked them.
"It was only one word: I think it said: Ervah." Her father said.
I sat straight up, half in recognition, half in confusion.
We finished our conversation and said our goodbye's, with the promise of bringing her daughters killer to justice.
I walked back into the conference room and sat down. "What is it?" JJ asked. "Does that word mean something to you?" she added.
"If you put the word Ervah I a religious setting. Ervah is a term that indicates a sinful, shameful and sexual nakedness. That's why the victims were naked." I informed them.
"That explains a lot. He punishing them for what, being naked." Reid stated and after that he started rambling on the meaning of the word inside the bible.
"Can somebody call Garcia, I haven't gotten her phone number yet." I stated.
"Sure." Morgan said, taking out his cell. "Hey, Baby girl. Liz wants you to do something. So I'll put you on speaker," Derek said.
"Hey, what do you want me to do?" Garcia asked.
"Can you take a look at their pasts, is their any signs that they were into prostitution or something similar." I asked her.
"Okay, I'll get back to you in no time." She said, before the line broke.
"Something else doesn't make sense though." Reid stated. "What do you mean?" Hotch asked. "It doesn't make sense that the fourth victim was found like that." He replied. "No it doesn't." I replied, looking at the board.
"What is it?" Ross asked.
"I need to check something out first. The morgue's down here right in the basement?" I asked them.
"Yea, it is. I'll come with you." JJ stated. We stood up and went downstairs to the morgue.
Morgan POV
"I'll give it to her she's a smart one. So how is she doing in the field?" Ross asked me. "She's great. I mean I would have thought about the vultures, but she did. I think she'll be great for this team. I replied.
"Well. We'll see right, but I think she's on to something. If Prentiss trusted her, so should we. She said she's an out-of the box thinker. So let's wait okay." Hotch replied.
Liz POV
We entered the morgue and JJ said. "This is doctor Reinders. Doctor this is SSA Gainsborough."
"Nice to meet you doctor." I said, while shaking his hand.
"Nice to meet you too, is that a British accent I hear." He asked.
"Yes, it is. I've transferred here from London. But that's not why we're here. Could you show me the feet of the victims please." I asked him.
"Sure, What are you looking for?" he asked me. "I'll know it, when I see it." I stated. He opened the drawers with the bodies and he got the sheet of the feet.
"Were their any ligature marks on the feet of the first 3 victims?" I asked him, while comparing the feet of the victims.
"What are you getting at Liz?" JJ asked
"No, there wasn't." he replied. "But there are on the fourth victim." I stated, moving a side so that both the doctor and JJ could see them.
"What does that mean?" JJ asked. "Come, I'll tell you with the others." I stated, running up the stairs. When I reached the floor we occupied the both of us were panting.
"Okay, Liz. What's happening?" JJ asked, panting.
"I think that the fourth victim managed to escape her prison." I stated.
"Why do you say that?" Hotch asked me.
"Because, none of the other victims had ligature marks on their feet. I think that the UnSubs bunker is somewhere in the area, where the victims were found. I think that the last victim managed to escape started running but didn't see the rift between the rocks and fell down. I think that that is the reason was still dressed." I said
"But still, he would have to get stuff somewhere else right? Like provisions." Morgan said. "He must have a house or place somewhere in the town." He added.
"Okay, I think we should start on the profile." Hotch said.
We all sat down and started working on the profile. Somewhere in between Garcia called and confirmed my suspicion. The women had once in their life been a prostitute during their teenage years. After half an hour we were ready to deliver the profile to the local cops.
We all lined up in front of the room.
"Our UnSub is a Caucasian male, someone who probably knows the victims from the past. He has to. He knows that they were prostitutes somewhere in the past and that's why he's punishing them. He's probably gone through a bad relationship or divorce and that what set him off and started the killings. He probably had a bad experience with one of the victims. Or a mother figure of his was a prostitute, so he sees them as the equivalent of this person. He probably believes that he is in contact with some divine power that gives him the power to punish these women. He believes he's doing well by doing that. But at the same time he rapes them multiple times. We also believe he has a bunker somewhere near the dumpsites of the victims. So starts canvassing the area again, anything out of the order, check it out. But be cautious we believe he's highly dangerous. He'll see it as intrusion on his mission. So proceed with caution." We all said, falling where the other left.
We walked back into the conference room and Hotch said: "Okay, we won't do any good anymore, it's late, you should head to the hotel and sleep. See you tomorrow."
"Liz, you riding back with me to the hotel." Morgan asked. "Sure. JJ are you joining us?" I asked her. "No, go along without me. I need to do something first. Don't barricade the door. We're sleeping in the same room." She said.
"No problem. Do you want me to let the door unlocked?" I asked her. "No, I'll ask for the spare key at the reception." She replied.
"Fine, but I'll probably be awake. I like to read before sleeping, if you don't mind." I said.
"Sure. I'll be there in probably half an hour." She guessed. "Okay, I'll see you back at the hotel." I said, following Derek downstairs.
"So how was you're first day?" he asked me, getting in the car. "Brilliant. I made the right the decision joining the BAU. It's a brilliant team, with great and lovely people." I replied.
"I'm glad. I'm happy with you as my partner." He stated. "You hungry?" he asked me. "Yeah." I replied. "How about pizza?" he asked me. "Sure, but you'll have to get it . I can barely move my arm. I haven't slept since leaving London Yesterday or was it the day before. Pff I don't even know that anymore." I told him
"Sure, what ever you want Love." I just raised my eyebrow at his statement and he gave me that wide smile, I rolled my eyes.
I rummaged through my handbag and pulled out my wallet. I pulled out a couple of bill and saw I had 30 dollars. When he parked in front of the pizzeria, I handed him the money: "Here take this. It's my treat." I said, while pushing the money in his hands. "No, I'm buying you. A gentleman never lets the girls pay." He argued.
"Well, to my knowledge that only with dates. I don't think that this is a date." I retorted.
"It could be.." he said, letting the sentence open for me to reply. "Maybe another time. Now I'm buying" I pushed on. "God, you're stubborn." He stated.
"oow come on that my positive side. " I said jokingly. "Maybe ask for another half, JJ would maybe like some as well." I ordered. "Yes, Sir" he replied.
He disappeared into the pizzeria and I pulled out my IPhone sending a text to my grandparents, assuring them I was doing great and still alive, telling them not to worry.
After that I checked my phone for emails from my friends back in London, we'd agreed to mail, instead of texting it was cheaper. I was scrolling through my mailbox, when somebody, knocked on the glass. I jumped up; I looked to my left and saw it was Morgan. He laughed at my shocked state and I said: "I hate you."
"You don't hate me. You love me." He stated. I crossed my arms and looked out the window. "Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you." He said.
"It's fine, you just scared me a bit. It's just that the UnSub gets their victims from this street. I've always been a bit on edge." I confessed.
We arrived at the hotel and got our luggage out of the car walked inside the hotel and asked for our key card:"There should be a booking for Gainsborough, Jareau and Morgan." I asked the receptionist.
"Room 309 for Miss Gainsborough and Mrs Jareau. Room 307 for Mr Morgan and Mr Reid." She replied and handed me a 3 Key cards. "Here this one's yours I think." I said to Derek and handed him his Key card.
When we got to the third floor, I opened my door and said: "Come in. Reid's probably asleep and JJ will arrive soon I suppose." He followed me inside and sat down at the table.
"Can I put my luggage here for now?" he asked. "Of course. You don't have to ask." I replied.
"You want something to drink?" I asked, walking over to the minibar to look what the contents was. "I've got water, Coke, Ice Tea and a bottle of wine." I told him.
"Why don't we open a bottle of wine." He suggested. "Maybe for you and JJ, but I'm not drinking. I haven't slept in almost 48 hours, if I drink now, I'll be worth nothing tomorrow." I told him.
"Give me a bottle of water for now, I'll ask JJ in a sec." he said. "Tell me what did you mean with that you'd maybe consider going on a date with me?" he added.
'God, me and my big mouth had to ramble that out' I thought.
"You said it could be a date I just replied to your suggestion." I said to him.
"Well, would you?" he asked and I looked confused. "Go on a date with me. I know I've only met you today. But you're great women. I'd like to see where this goes. No hard feelings." He clarified.
"Maybe. We'll see when we get back to DC. No promises, okay. Let's finish this case first." I told him.
I heard a knock at the door and soft voice saying:" Liz, you still awake, they said you received my key card." I walked over to the door and opened it. "Hey, sorry. We have a visitor. We brought you some as well." I motioned to the pizza's laying on the table.
"MMM, pizza." She replied, setting her luggage near the bathroom door, next to mine.
I got to know the both of them better during dinner. When we finished Derek stayed for a little while longer, before he decided to leave and take a shower.
The both of us showered after one another and turned in for the night.
I awoke the next morning to a pounding on the door. "For crying out loud. Who's decided to commit suicide?" I joked. I heard JJ mumbled: "Indeed, whoever's pounding on that door has got a dead wish."
I stumbled out of my bed as the pounding continued. I touched the wall, to find my way to the door. I yanked the door open, which almost ended me with a black eye, by the fist that was about to knock on the door again. I recognized the person standing
"Derek Morgan, you've got a dead wish." I threatened.
"Who's gotten out on the wrong side of the bed?" he asked.
"You, Do you always wake people up like this?" I asked. "No, but we found another body. Hotch said for us to go out there." He said.
"Fine, let me get dressed, I'll be out in 5 minutes." I said, shutting the door and walking back into the room. I lit the nightstand lamp, so I wouldn't wake up JJ. I stumbled around the room and managed to get ready in five minutes.
I walked downstairs and saw Derek waiting in the lobby, with 2 cups of coffee.
"Thanks. I need that after the rude awakening I had this morning." I said.
"Yea. I'm sorry for that, but I have yet to get your number. I would of have called. But I must say you two are pretty steady sleepers. I had been banging on that door for a couple of minutes." He confessed, showing a little bit of remorse.
"Well, I'm driving." I stated, taking the keys out of his hands and I heard him laugh behind me, as I walked out of the hotel, out onto the street.
"Did wake up JJ?" he asked, drinking his coffee.
"for a moment. She mumbled about somebody having a dead wish." I told him;
"Not her too. What is it with you two women." He said. "I guess we were just tired."
We drove into the dessert. "There's a jacket in the trunk of the FBI. It'll be cold in the dessert it's 6.30."
"Thanks. I grew in Britain so I'm used to the cold, but I still hate it." I stated.
"I know the feeling, it's the same for me in Chicago." He replied.
I got the Jacket out of the trunk and we walked up to the victim, everything was identical, to the 3 first bodies.
"We need to find this guy." I stated.
After a little while we arrived back at the station and I wanted to run ask Hotch something.
"The people on foot aren't finding anything. Is there a possibility to fly over the area with a helicopter? Look for heat signatures with a detector. It would go a lot quicker." I asked the people surrounding the table.
"That's not a bad idea." Ross said.
So an hour later a federal helicopter was arranged to fly over the area. Morgan and I would be flying along with the helicopter. The rest of the team would be following on the ground.
Another half an hour later we were seated in the helicopter and were watching the monitor. 15minutes later there was a white spot on the screen. "Here, that should be it." I pointed out.
"We landed a couple of feet away from the bunker and let the ground team know where we were. SWAT-team and the rest of the team came into view and we walked to the spot we saw on the helicopter.
After digging away the sand, we found a trap door.
"Okay, SWAT will enter first, followed by JJ and Liz. There's a possibility other woman are still inside this bunker, they'll be more comfortable when they see a women. Remember stay vigilant, this UnSub is highly dangerous." Hotch said.
SWAT broke the door open and entered the bunker. JJ and I followed and started sweeping the bunker. At some point I got separated from the rest by all the different hallways, so we had to split up. 'How is this possible, something this big was build here without anybody knowing about it.' I thought.
"I heard a noise behind me but before I could react on it, I felt something hard connect with the back of my head and a hand clamp over my mouth. I wasn't unconscious, but my vision was blurry and I could feel somewhat I presumed was blood run down my neck.
He made me walk forward, by pushing a gun to the side of my waist.
"Keep on walking." I heard a taut voice say in my ear. He pushed me forward, but my dizziness made me stumble.
"Open the door." He ordered. "You'll never get out of this." I told him, not complying his orders. "Open the door." He ordered, punctuating each word, by pushing the gun into my side.
I complied by opening the door and he pushed me into the room where five women were held prisoner in cages. 'Where is SWAT for crying out loud.' I thought.
"Come, you'll never get out of this alive. Let us go and maybe I can get a deal for you." I tried.
"NO!" he bellowed and his voice echoed of the walls, they team must of heard it.
"We're going to wait right here, for your team and then you'll be my ticket out of here." He ended in a sing-a-song voice.
"You really think I would let them do that. I'd rather be shot myself then letting a psychopath like you go." I challenged, which wasn't the best idea probably, but hell, I wasn't going to comply just to humour him.
I heard a bang of the door flying open and I saw Morgan and Rossi, pointing a gun towards me.
"Let her go." Morgan ordered.
"Can't do that, mate. She's my ticket out of here. I'm not about to lose that ticket now right." He said in a patronizing voice.
"There's no way out of here, this bunker is surrounded by local and federal agents. One of whom your taking hostage." Rossi tried
"Maybe I'll do something more with her." he said, running his hands all over my body, ending with his hand on the zipper of my trousers. I saw Morgan adjusting his hold on his gun. I tried to connect with his eyes and mouthed: 'shoot.'
By now the room was filled with the team, pointing their gun at us. They all shook their head no.
They wouldn't shoot, not without a clear shot. I decided to let myself fall. In that way the team would get a clear shot. But not without getting him a piece of my own mind. I threw my head back, head-butting him and dropped to the floor, getting a dizzy spell, cause I hit the spot where I was hit earlier. I heard several gunshots going of the moment I fell to the ground.
"Gainsborough, You okay." I heard Reid say as he crouched down next to me.
I sat up and rubbed the back of my head, I pulled it back and saw blood covering my hand.
"Shit, Does your head hurt?" Morgan asked, wrapping his hand around my arm, helping me stand up. "I'm fine, trust me. I need to help those women." I replied to him, while waking to the cages. You could see that they were terrified of the men. I looked down at the dead body, before walking over to the last cage. Trying to convince them to come out.
"Hey, What's your name?" I asked. When she looked over at me confused, I tried in Spanish: "Me puede decir el nombre?"
She looked at me and said: "Mi nombre es María."
"Habla usted Inglés?" I asked.
"A little." She replied. "Okay. These paramedics are here to help you. Will you let them do that?" I asked her softly, slowly walking over to her in the corner, where she sat curled up in the corner.
When she saw that the paramedics came in, she flinched away from them.
"está bien. ellos están aquí para ayudarle a." I said, trying to reassure her that everything would be all right.
"Eso es lo que dijo: que todo estaría bien." She said, I looked behind me and the cages next to the one I stood in. the other women were behaving the same way. Moving away from the people that were trying to help them.
"I can't get through them." JJ said to me, standing in the doorway of the cage.
"Let me try and get through her first. Maybe they'll accept help when they see one of them accepting help." I stated, but it was hard to focus of the pounding in my head and the dizzy spells I got.
"You want me to try and speak to her, you should get that looked at." She said, motioning to the back of her head.
"No it's fine. Maybe you could try with another women." I suggested.
"Lo sé. Pero estos hombres son diferentes. Son muy amables." I tried, trying to convince her that the men wouldn't hurt her.
"Confiar en ellos? Confías en estos hombres?" she asked me.
"Sí. Puedo presentarle a ellos. Prometo que no deja anyhting suceda a usted. Me quedaré contigo." I said to her.
"Te quedas conmigo?" she asked me.
"Siempre vas a ser capaz de verme. Yo solo voy a salir a la calle para que los paramédicos le pueden ayudar." I replied. When I saw her nod, I got up slowly and walked outside of the cage and nodded for the paramedics to go in. I was glad that at least one of the paramedics could speak Spanish. I stumbled when another dizzy spell hit and Morgan grabbed me and helped me stay upright. "Come, let's get out of here and let them check you out." Derek said.
"I promised to stay." I stated.
"Fine, but look. It's working they are all accepting treatment." He replied.
"Yea, you did great. Morgan rides with her, while she gets checked. Nor arguments." Hotch added quickly when he saw I was starting to argue
in the end all the women were loaded on to stretchers and left the bunker. Derek helped me upstairs as well and led me to the next available ambulance but before I could start arguing he said: "Don't even think about it, you're getting checked out, whether you like it or not."
"Fine." I said, getting on the gurney, I felt the paramedic touch the back of my head and hissed. "I think it will need a few stitches. We should probably take a CT as well. It's likely you have a concussion. I heard you have dizzy spells. Anything else?" the paramedic asked me, while her colleague started driving to the hospital
"Some, blurred vision after the blow itself, but I'm fine now." I informed her.
When we got to the hospital I was stitched up and received a CT. I came back to the ER where Morgan was waiting for me.
"The teams packing up at the hotel. JJ's packing your stuff. We'll ride to the airport from here. So what did the doctor say." He informed me.
"Okay. Nothing yet. Said he would inform me when I got back to the ER." I filled him in.
The doctor arrived just then and said:" Do you mind if he stays while I fill you in." he asked. "No, it's fine." I replied.
"Okay, you've got 8 stiches and a mild concussion. So no driving for at least a week and rest as much as possible. You can take some ibuprofen for the pain. You should go and see your local practitioner for a check up in two weeks, normally I would keep you over night but I can imagine you want to go with your team, so I suggest you stay with a family member; but you're free to go." He informed us and walked away.
"Okay, love. Let's go." He said, helping me to the car and driving off to the airport. "Guess that date will have to wait now." He stated.
"I guess it does." I replied.
When we arrived at the airport the team had already loaded our stuff and were ready for takeoff. I fell asleep the moment my head hit the pillow.
I woke up, by Morgan shaking me awake. "Liz, I'll bring you to your place. You aren't supposed to drive."
"Thanks." I said, getting off the plane in a sleepy state.
So this is the first chapter. I hope you like it, so let me know what you think and if you want me to continue this story.