No copyright laa dee daa. No idea where I'm going with this so ratings and things aren't dead set. This chapter is a K, but may go up to an M in later chapters. JJ centred. No Will or Henry, cos they bug me. So Poof, they don't exist.
If you
Go down
To the woods
Today
You'd better
Not go
Alone
The door that was their barrier to the outside mayhem in their make shift board room ploughed open with a loud thud.
Reid jumped due to the sudden invasion, dropping his freshly brewed coffee all over the worn out carpet beneath his similarly worn out converse. Emily's hand instinctively flew towards her gun, whilst everyone else's heads snapped towards the door.
Morgan stomped across the room, refusing to make eye contact with anyone. He grabbed a chair and pulled it backwards, heavily setting himself onto it whilst the rest of the team watched on in confused silence.
"What the hell was that all about?" Hotch demanded.
Morgan kept a downward glance towards the ground, watching Reid's coffee slowly seep into the floors material, the stain growing larger as each second passed.
Worried glances made their way around the room back and forth as each one tried to make sense of what just happened.
"Um, Morgan, are..are you okay?" Reid stuttered, careful not to anger the man any more than he obviously already had been.
Without warning, Morgan's clenched fists heavily made their way down onto the glass table, causing vibrations to course through it. He breathed in deeply.
Rossi could swear that, if you looked close enough, you could see the steam emitting off of the young profilers skin.
"Morgan." Hotch pressed, determined to get an answer to this unruly behaviour.
Morgan lifted his head, and set his gaze directly upon Hotch.
Emily gasped, her hand making her way to her mouth.
Reid swallowed uneasily, eyebrows knitting together in sudden concern.
Rossi & Hotch merely stared at the angered man before them.
Fresh blood seeped from what appeared to be a fairly deep gash across his lip. His eyes wild with blatant anger, and, from what else Hotch could tell, hurt.
Hotch opened his mouth to speak, but Emily beat him to it.
"Oh my God, Derek! What the hell happened! Are you okay?" She rushed over to his side, the only movement dared to be made in the room since Morgan's entrance.
He didn't answer. His gaze never faltered from Hotch's uncertain stare.
"Who hit you Derek?" He asked calmly, trying to regain some form of control among the panicked members.
He'd only been checking out the crime scene, talking to the sheriff, nothing out of the ordinary. Had the UnSub returned to the scene? Attacked a member of his team? If that was the case, why hadn't he heard about it earlier?
Morgan sat still for a moment. Seemingly contemplating whether or not to answer his boss's question.
He felt the burning of everyone's eyes on him, awaiting his answer.
He stood. Wiped the excess blood from his chin with his jacket sleeve, and glanced downward.
Silence.
"Morgan.." Rossi pressed.
Morgan looked up and again hooked eye contact with Hotch.
"Who hit you Derek?" Hotch repeated, growing slightly impatient. Someone had hurt a member of his team, and they'd sure as hell pay for it.
He was certain of that.
Pretty certain, he thought, until he received Morgan's answer.
"It was JJ."
HOLY $!*^!
No way right, would JJ seriously assault another member of the team? Least of all Derek!
Well you'll have to wait to find out. Same rule as my other stories, if no one particularly likes it then I wont bother continuing, so, let me know what you think xox