This is my first story. So please be gentle with the reviews and the critiques! *Smile* This is a story about the BAU being called to Chicago to assist with Derek Morgan's baby cousin, Kara, a.k.a. Agent Morgan, on a case that involves her. (Kara has never been mentioned, I made her up) We also find out that Kara has a history with Aaron Hotchner. Kara's presence around the BAU is certain to stir things up, and we come face to face with an UnSub that makes "The Reaper" look tame.

*I DO NOT OWN CRIMINAL MINDS OR ITS CHARACTERS! I just really LOVE the show. However, Agent Kara Morgan is my own creation*

Agent Kara Morgan looked down at the mangled remains of eight-year-old Timothy Angles and sighed with remorse. This was body number six. Six children all under the age of ten who'd been abducted, raped, beaten, and killed. All six bodies were found at different schools within the county. Sighing again, Kara stood gracefully, her many years of ballet training evident with the movement as she stood from her crouching position, her dark brown eyes growing steely from rage and determination. Turning to look at her second-in-command, her milk chocolate skin had a slightly reddish tint to it as she grounded out between clenched teeth, "Call them…now. And make sure you tell them that I want my cousin Derek Morgan here as soon as possible." She turned back to the spot where Timothy's body lay and noticed the letter stuck underneath the child's shirt, just like on the bodies of the other children. Slowly removing the letter, Kara quickly scanned the words written there and felt the air leave her lungs. "Agent James!?" she yelled out, "Tell them it's life or death…my life or death." As she turned back to the note that now bore her name written on it she could only hope that her cousin Derek and his coworkers at the BAU could help on this case.

JJ rushed past the desks of Prentiss and Reid speaking in rushed tones, "Conference room, now!" Without hesitation the two SSAs stood quickly and joined Hotch & Rossi who were rushing into the conference room. In the room standing and moving in an agitated fashion was SSA Derek Morgan and Tech Analyst Penelope Garcia.

"Is everyone here?" Derek asked, his voice a low growl.

"Yes," JJ answered, her voice quivering.

Everyone else in the room looked at each other in a very confused manner. What was wrong with Morgan and JJ?

In a surprising change Derek grabbed the remote to start the presentation to the case.

"We've been called into Chicago by Head Agent Morgan on a case involving six dead children, all under the age of ten, all raped, beaten, and murdered," Derek began. He ignored the room as they gasped. "The office there delayed in calling us because the first child, a young boy was killed six months ago…the other five was killed within the last three weeks."

"Five bodies in three weeks? The UnSub is devolving and quickly," Reid stated matter-of-factly.

"That much is apparent. Due to that fact we must act quickly. Also, each body was found with a note. The first said, "How do I love thee?" and each subsequent note has continued with that sonnet. This last note, however, finally identifies who the UnSub is writing the poem to," Derek continued, his voice cracking just a bit, emotion showing through his usually tough exterior. He bowed his head for a moment as his body began to shake with fear and rage.

In an effort to ignore Morgan's display of emotion, Reid asked innocently, "So who is this UnSub killing for?"

Derek looked at Penelope who had reached over to hold his hand in a show of comfort, having already received all of the information beforehand. Inhaling deeply, Derek pushed the button on the remote to change the image on the screen.

He whispered, "My baby cousin, Agent Kara Morgan." His eyes swung sharply over to Agent Hotchner who'd whispered, "Kara" when the screen showed a picture of the agent. Choosing to ignore Hotch's outburst for the moment Derek turned to Prentiss who'd begun to speak.

"The UnSub is killing for your cousin?" Prentiss asked.

"I think that maybe the UnSub is killing to mock my cousin," Derek replied.

"That's one theory," Rossi noted," however, I think that Prentiss is right on this one. I think this UnSub think he's killing FOR your cousin. That these dead children are gifts to her."

The group got extremely quiet at that statement and then Penelope said the one thing that they were all afraid to utter, "So this UnSub will stop killing when he gets your cousin or he'll stop when he kills her?"

No one moved or spoke for a minute. Without moving an inch Derek forced out the words, "Grab your ready bags, you too Garcia, wheels up in 30 minutes."

Penelope Garcia and Derek Morgan were close. Very close. Best friends actually. So she knew all about his baby cousin, Kara Morgan, who was the daughter of his father's brother. She knew that at the young age of 28, Kara had been promoted to Head Agent of the FBI's Chicago office. She knew that Derek saw Kara as his baby sister, knew that he worried about her, and she knew that the two of them talked once a week about everything. She even knew that her name had come up atleast once or twice in their conversations because she and Kara had begun texting and talking themselves. So she wasn't surprised that Derek was upset about this case, but when the room emptied out and he grabbed his cellphone, called his cousin, and broke down and cried when she answered the phone, Penelope realized that Kara meant a whole lot more to Derek than she could have ever imagined.

"Hello? Agent Morgan," was all that Derek needed to hear before the emotions that he'd held so tightly at bay burst forth. It felt as if he couldn't breath. Kara, his baby cousin, his little "Apple Head" was in danger, one way or another, and he felt helpless to protect her from that danger.

"Derek? Derek, is that you?" Kara asked, her voice shaking from fear. She'd never admit it, but seeing her name on this latest letter had completely freaked her out. She'd gone to her office to try to pull herself together, however, hearing Derek's voice made her feel like she was 12 all over again, crying on her big cousin Derek's 20 year old shoulder about the first boy who'd ever broken her heart. Derek hadn't cried with her, merely given her advice and told her that she'd grow up to be beautiful and then she'd be the one breaking all of the hearts. Kara had taken his words to heart and had done all she could to stay in shape, ballet, cheerleading, track, yoga and Pilates and 16 years later, Derek's words had proven true. Derek had been her rock then, and the years that followed as she struggled to make a name for herself in law enforcement, helping her as she tried to be seen as something more than "Agent Derek Morgan's baby cousin" when she finally made it in the FBI. He'd even flown all the way to Chicago and held her as she cried over the end of a three week whirlwind affair that she'd had with a man she knew that she'd never end up with. She'd never told Derek that man's name and he'd never asked, just held her as she cried and when her tears had subsided, he proceeded to drink with her, cooked for her, and then helped her make up an area in her guest bedroom where she could work out all of her aggression on a standing punching bag. She'd been there for him also. Opening her door to him when he'd finally come clean about Carl Buford and rubbing his back as he vomited time and time again when he shared the story. Derek hadn't cried then, though his body shook from unshed tears. The last time she'd heard Derek cry like he was crying now was when he'd called to tell her that Penelope Garcia, his Baby Girl, had been shot.

Composing himself, Derek answered Kara after taking a few gulping breaths, "Yeah, it's me, Apple Head," he said, trying to inject a teasing note in his voice.

He heard Kara's soft laughter over the phone and it went a long way toward easing the tension in his shoulders, and then she sighed and he tensed back up. "Are you all on your way?" she questioned.

He knew then that she had to be in her office, because she sounded so feminine and vulnerable, all tones of authority disappeared.

"Yeah, we'll be on the jet in like 20 minutes. I just wanted to check on you before we headed that way. How are Uncle Ant and Aunt Tina taking this?" he asked, knowing that Kara hadn't told her parents about the most recent note containing her name.

"Aww c'mon cuz. You know how they worry. I didn't tell them," Kara groaned out in frustration, sounding like a spoiled 12 year old girl.

Chuckling softly Derek grabbed Penelope's hand for comfort as they finally left the conference room. He was so glad that she hadn't left him. She was his rock, and he was trying so hard to be brave and strong for his cousin, but the thought that anyone could be coming after any member of his family, frightened him down to his core. Kara tried to be strong like him, he was after all, her idol…her words, not his, but she was still his baby cousin and he knew that she was frightened. Her fear served to scare him even more. If Penelope hadn't been there, Derek didn't think that he'd be able to laugh on the phone with her right now. "I'll be there soon Apple Head, just hang tight," Derek said as he grabbed his ready bag from his office. As he stepped out into the hallway, he smiled when he saw Penelope waiting for him, her ready bag and laptop bag slung over her right shoulder.

"I will D. See you when you get here," Kara stated, "Oh, and Derek?"

"Yeah?" Derek asked just as he prepared to step onto the plane.

"Thank Pen for the text message that she just sent me. Tell her that the "S" on my Superwoman suit is still right side up for the moment," Kara replied giggling. That sound served to lighten Derek's spirit.

"Will do," Derek laughed for the first time that morning. Leave it to his Baby Girl to make everyone feel better. It was one of the main reasons that he loved her so much. It was a love that went beyond friendship, although she didn't know it. He knew that he had to tell her soon, but not now, not when Kara was in danger.

He heard Kara's door open and knew that "Apple Head" was being replaced by "Head Agent Morgan."

"See you in a few hours Agent Morgan," she stated firmly, the authority back in her voice, just seconds before hanging up the phone, not waiting for a reply.

"See ya Apple Head," Derek said affectionately, clipping his phone back on his belt as he boarded the plane. Looking at the other members of the BAU, he stated in a calm, steady voice, "I suggest you all try to rest up, we'll be briefed by Agent Morgan when we get there. We won't be getting much sleep until we catch this UnSub."

The rest of the team nodded, breathing easier now that Derek seemed to be back in control. They all closed their eyes and prepared to rest…all of them except two of course. Hotch met Derek's eyes, his face flushing a bright red as he knew that Derek was going to ask him about his outburst from earlier. Turning his face to the wall, Hotch tried not to think of the three weeks that he spent with Kara Johnson. She'd told him that her last name was Johnson. He wondered why she hadn't told him her real last name? Pulling out his cell phone, he sent her a very brief text message and then closed his eyes and tried to nap himself: I'm with Derek, he doesn't know about Washington. Ready to see you again Kara.