Had this idea in my mind for awhile and ever since beginning to watch criminals minds, I had an idea for Derek Morgans character, this story is what the idea became. Enjoy! :)

DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Derek Morgan or anyone of the BAU team, Criminals Minds is a TV Series and I do NOT own any of it, I simply use it for inspiration.

NOTE: Italicized wording are dreams and/or flashbacks. Bold & Italicized are words are thoughts from certain characters.

Chapter 1: Two Separate Lives

The crying broke her heart and pierced her ears, gliding her legs out and off the bed she slid her slippers onto her feet and snatched her white silk robe from the post of the bed. Lightly rubbing the sleep from her eyes she ran off to the alarmed cries, approaching the door, she lightly pushed it open to reveal the sleepless cries of a baby girl in her white princess carriage crib.

She softly smiled approaching the edge of the crib seeing her baby girl, move and squirm in discomfort. "Oh, I know baby girl, I know…" she cooed while picked up the baby gingerly and rocking her back and forth, cradled in her arms.

She rocked the distressed baby girl back and forth, side to side in her arms, giving the child all her attention "Shhh…" she continually cooed as the child subsided her cries and became more clam in her mothers arms. As the crying stopped, the baby girl began to fade, she began soon a cloud of nothing, being taken from her loving mothers grasp. Becoming frantic the mother cried out "No, Katie...!" she screamed and her eyes frantically searched the room, as if she were to find the clue why her baby vanished into thin air. Tears ran down her face and she cried "No…No…No!"

"NO!" Nikki arose from her bed with a loud scream, sweat glistening on her face, dripping down her chest. She panted heavily as if she had just run a 5 mile marathon. She sighed looking down at her appearance in the light of the early morning and gently ran fingers over her moist sleeping tank.

This was the second time that week that Nikki had arose drenched in her own sweat from a nightmare, one she was all to familiar with, and one she thought would never fade away. Almost every week for two years she had been having these dreams, never would she confront or speak to anyone about them because she knew all too well why they were coming to her and why she couldn't take them off her mind.

Seven years, its been seven years since the most devastating and heart wrenching part of her life, a part of her life she would sacrifice anything to change, she wanted to go back to that day and know what she did wrong, what she could do to change what had happened. Until this day she still blames herself, in her mind there is nobody else to blame, it was her body and her job to take care of it and anything that consumed it.

She sighed, shaking the thoughts from her mind and got the strength to lift herself up out of bed and walk strait to the bathroom to wash up, trying her hardest to erase this from her mind for the time being and focus on what the day consisted of and that meant going to work and teaching the works of life to the smaller minds. Being a Kindergarten teacher was not always easy, some kids were very uncontrollable, but surprisingly when it came to her they always had a special way with her, almost as if they felt better around her, trusted her more than any other teacher. Nikki had a way with children and this is what mainly cured her interest in becoming a kindergarten teacher, she loved every minute of it and it gave her a great reason to get up and love her job everyday, knowing those children are the one thing that wont let her down in this world.

In the midst of Nicole getting ready for work in Evanston, IL, almost 800 miles away in Quantico, VA, Derek Morgan was well on his way to work receiving an emergency call from Aaron Hotchner at 6:30 in the morning that Friday.

"Alright, I got caramel, mocha, and vanilla latte, who ordered which?" Derek questioned walking into the BAU, Behavioral Analysis Unit of Quantico offices.

Hearing the slight laughs of his co-workers and their bodies approaching his desk where the coffees were set, he slipped off his leather jacket and hung it on the back of his desk chair "Since when did I become the person responsible for bringing coffees?" he paused only to begin speaking again "I mean don't we have a coffee station here in the office?"

"If you want to call that coffee." Penelope Garcia smirked while mumbling to herself.

Derek laughed slightly hearing her comment " Good Moring to you to baby girl."

"Well Good Morning Handsome!" the lively blonde known as Garcia smiled brightly and took a sip of her caramel coffee.

"Finally!" Emily Prentiss spoke walking up behind Garcia to Derek`s desk and grabbing her vanilla latte "I think I drove here half asleep this morning."

Derek lips turned into a crooked smirk, knowing all too well Prentiss's pain, before he had the chance to reply a familiar voice started making his way towards the group "Did you get my green tea?"

Derek turned to the younger male, known as Dr. Spencer Reid and raised an eyebrow "No." he simply stated "Was I ever told of a green tea?"

Before Spencer could reply Garcia cut in front of him and exclaimed "I told you about spencer's green tea, Morgan!"

Derek sighed and ran a frustrated hand over his face "Are we really arguing about this right now?" he turned to spencer and proceeded "Spence why not just make a green tea in the break room?"

"That's not the same." Spencer was about to start off and ramble on about some known facts and knowledge about green tea when Garcia interrupted him with her giggle and a shake of the head.

"Where`s my mocha?" Jennifer Jareau or J.J, replied walking to the group, she looked up at Morgan and smiled "Well good morning Mr. Morgan."

Derek sighed with a slight smile and mumbled, "It could be better."

The group soon got cut short of their coffees and conversations when the Unit Chief, Aaron Hotchner interrupted "Hey everyone…" he paused waiting for their undivided attention "Conference room, two minutes!" he spoke while making his way to the conference room.

Everyone began to gather up their things for the new case of the day, the one thing about working for the FBI in the BAU there was never a dull moment and there was always something to do, always busy and it never stops, that's what makes it also more scary. Crime in a never ending cycle and it up to the team to inspect the criminals behavior in every case and by their behavior analysis, or their profile, as the team calls it, this is how the proceed to figure out who their criminal is and what their motives are.

"Mary Kings, 24, found on the streets of Chicago, raped and murdered." Hotchner began "Markings? A cross etched into her right forearm." He finished while pinning up a photo of the murdered girl in a dark alley, near a trashcan on the crime scene.