This story is different for me. I've tried to do something different, involving genres that I've normally shied away from. Please let me know what you think but flames will be used to make smores; there are six ten year olds here that want them anyway!

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Derek walked into the office that morning a very happy man. It was Friday and god willing he was spending the weekend at his camper on the North Carolina Coast with his wife of three years. It was still hard to imagine that he'd been married three years and the team still knew nothing of it… Reid may suspect something but he hadn't actually confronted his best friend about his suspicions if he had them.

Keeping the marriage a secret hadn't been his idea at first, but his wife was a very wealthy woman and in her teens she'd liked to party hard so the paparazzi still hounded her and she respected that his work often required a low profile. While Derek did understand why she had wanted to keep things a secret he hadn't loved the idea because of his protective and possessive nature. So many men still came on to his wife every day and some wouldn't care if she was married or not but he hoped that if others knew they'd back off. Though it hadn't been his idea originally, and his jealous streak often made him say otherwise, telling the team that he'd been married for three years and not invited or even told any of them… well that scared him more than some of the crazies he'd had to talk down doing his job.

He was walking toward his office when he noticed that the team was gathered around his desk. Trying to push through was difficult and eventually Gideon moved to push him back, while the others moved to block his view.

"What the hell is going on here?" He demanded, shoving Gideon away and then moving toward Garcia; he loved her but she was the weakest link.

"No Morgan! It's a crime scene."

"What?" he asked confused, pulling Penelope away from the Berlin Wall of agents. The sight that met him was something he prayed to never see again. His desk was covered in blood, not much but enough to write a message in. To his horror the note read 'she wants a divorce' and with shaking hands he reached toward the 'I' in divorce, but stopped when Gideon grabbed his hand. Without looking up he nodded and pulled his hand away; he didn't really need to look to know that the ring dotting the letter was his wife's wedding ring.

Suddenly the thought of the blood being his wife's hit him and he fell to his knees, dry heaving. Gideon yelled at someone to get water and started trying to bring him back to himself.

"Morgan, we need you on this one. Come on, I need you to calm down so you can tell us what's going on," Gideon coaxed, grabbing the water that Elle Greenaway brought to him and getting the younger agent to drink it. After a few swallows he pushed, "What do you know about this?"

It took him a minute to get this thoughts back together and out of panic mode; panic wasn't going to save his wife, "A few years ago I met and married Jocylin Stryker."

"The billionaire party girl?" Reid asked but looked away out of fright when Derek turned a glare on him.

"We partied a little bit when we first met but neither of us has been in a club for two years. She's been in New York on business and we were going to meet at our small camper on the North Carolina Coast this afternoon."

"Have you talked to her yet today?" Hotch asked.

He shook his head, where it hung between his knees, "I tried to call her a bunch of times this morning but she never picked up, I thought…" suddenly the water works started and then Penny was there pulling him into a hug. He sobbed for a moment before pulling away from her and looking back at Hotch, "I thought that she'd let her private phone die, she does it all the time, and it wasn't an emergency so I didn't try her work number, which is always fully charged."

Gideon nodded, squeezing Morgan's shoulder lightly, "Garcia, take him down to the lab and get all the numbers you need, Reid go with them and start a profile, we're going to process the scene and then we'll bring you the evidence."

Slowly Morgan got up, with the help of Garcia and Reid, the other man didn't seem to know what to do for himself or his friend at the moment, "Don't worry about me Reid, I know I'm not allowed to work this case except for here in the office; just find her, okay?"

"I will."

Once in Garcia's office he started trying to think of anything that might be a lead, mentally going through all his cases trying to figure out which ones might have wanted to come after him personally and all, of the few, people who knew that he was married.

"Stop trying to see this from a cop's perspective, Derek. You're too close to it."

"Not that easy, baby girl. I have to think of things that could lead you to her."

"No, you need to tell me everything. Then the guys will decide what a lead is. You have to stop limiting what you're telling me to what you think is important; it's all important," Reid told him.

He sighed, his friend was right. "Okay, what do you need?"

"Just start talking about her, everything you know. As I proved earlier, we only know her from the media, tell me about what she's really like."

"She wears glasses at home, or whenever she can get away with it. She was wearing them when we skyped last night… She was in her Thumper pajamas but I could see that her clothes for tomorrow were laid out; it was a pair of park blue jeans and a red shirt with a black and silver design on it. She just got her hair cut; it's sort of a Joan Jet look but she leaves it wavy because I think it's prettier that way… She had on this god awful yellow nail polish…" Suddenly he burst back into tears, "Oh God… she hung up on me last night after I insulted her nails… we both knew that I was playing, she was playing when she hung up too… but what if… that's the last thing I ever say to her?"

Garcia embraced him again, "That's not going to happen; I won't let that happen and neither will the team; we're going to find her."

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