He shouldn't have left her. They would be safe. Morgan had insisted on walking Garcia to her car. They exchanged goodbyes and Morgan turned around and left. Then he heard the scream.
"Derick! Help!"
Morgan ran back,gun in hand to find a man with one arm around Garcia's neck,and another one with a gun aimed at her head. She clawed at his arm,with no success. Tears were streaming down her face.
"FBI, don't move!"Derick shouted.l
The next thing he felt was something hitting him in the back of the head then everything went black.
A few hours later Morgan hand regained consciousness. He was somewhere in the woods. Then the memory uhit him. Penelope! She had been there. Was she hurt? He got up and instinctively reached for a gun that wasn't their.
He started running while calling for her,"Garcia! Baby girl! Where are you?!"
He kept running until he found her. Bound to a tree,and gagged. He quickly untied her and then she gave him a hug.
"I thought they had killed you,"she sobbed,"I thought you were dead."
"I'm okay. We're going to be fine,"but he didn't know if her believed that. They both jumped when they heard a coyote howl. That one howl turned into a chorus of barks,yelps,and screams. They needed to get out of there.
They ran,hand in hand. It was still dark,so they were a little cautious about where they ran to. All they needed for the night was to find a shelter. They kept going until the howls died down. Then they slowed to a walk. Garcia was grateful that she had decided to wear flats that day because the terrain was difficult to maneuver. Eventually they found a cave. Morgan went in first to make sure it was safe. Then Garcia followed him in. Their plan was to stay there until daylight came. They settled at the back of the cave and fell asleep in each other's arms.
Authors note
Thank you for reading my story. I don't know if I want this to be a morcia story yet. Please let me know how you feel about my story so far.