Daddy's Little Girl –Prologue–

"Dad, help!" A young girl's voice called out from a basement.

"I'm coming, just hold on!" An older man yelled kicking down the door, rushing to his daughter's voice.

Upon seeing the man she cried too weak to stand up. Reaching her crumpled form the man picked her up holding her close to him.

"Dad," she muttered quietly resting her head on his shoulder.

"It's alright baby girl, daddy's here," he replied taking her upstairs.

She continued crying, burying her face into his neck; finally she felt safe.

"Morgan," Hotch's voice grabbed him from listening to his daughter's soft cries.

"Yea Hotch," Derrik Morgan responded handing his daughter to an on sight Paramedic.

"You're a good father," the older man told him putting a hand on his shoulder.

"Thanks," he replied with a smile hopping into the ambulance his daughter was in.

Derrik looked at his daughter a tear sliding down his cheek. He never thought his daughter; his little girl would go through some of the horrible things he'd seen before.

"I'm okay dad," she said weakly taking hold of his hand.

"I know Analia, I know," he said squeezing her hand gently.

The rest of the ride to the hospital was silent. Derrik was at peace, finally his daughter was safe and with him. As they wheeled her in she looked him in the eye.

"I'm glad you're my dad," she said with a smile.

"Me too baby girl, me too," he said with a sincere smile.