DISCLAIMER: I still do not own anything, just my crazy ideas.
Derek Morgan looked closely at his reflection in the glass of the cafeteria. Although he was in a very good shape, the years it did not pass in vain.
He could not help laughing to himself. His ego could never accept that he would not be thirty anymore. He was too old to dance in a nightclub surrounded by beautiful women. Never again would jump buildings or deactivate bombs. That was already part of his past.
Derek sighed deeply. He was very happy. He had a quiet job that allowed him to enjoy his family. He had a beautiful wife and two incredible children. He had everything.
But sometimes he missed his past. Adrenaline and the feeling of having done justice. Laughter, good times with old friends.
-Excuse me sir, do you work at the central police station in Washington?
In front of him, a dark-haired girl with large dark eyes looked at him intently. Almost without blinking.
He frowned at her. He had not been an agent for years. And yes, he worked for the Washingtong police station. When Hank was just a baby.
But it was impossible that this girl had seen him working. Probably, she was not even born.
-Who are you?
The girl let out a sigh as she dropped the backpack to the floor. Then she pointed to the chair opposite him.
-May I sit here?
Still confused by her presence, the man nodded slightly.
-Do you want to drink something?- He offered, noticing the sweat in her hair and her agitated breathing. Apparently, the girl had run a long way to get to the cafeteria.
-A strawberry milkshake, thank you.
Derek placed his hands on the table after ordering her milkshake. He looked at her face for several seconds, studying her features.
-You're Luke Alves's daughter, right?
She opened her eyes in surprise. The girl stammered nonsense words until she managed to speak again, still too impressed with the agent's skill. He was really good.
- How did you know?
- You are his clone. You have the same features. Same look, same gestures. Even you also like strawberry milkshake.
Derek smiled widely for a few seconds until he realized a small detail. With a serious gesture he asked what Delilah feared so much.
- Does your father know you're here? Should not you be in school?
The girl knew she had a few minutes of attention before Derek Morgan returned her home. Scolding from her parents included.
- Mr. Morgan, I have to tell you something important. Please let me talk to you and I swear I then go home.
- You're coming home right now, kid- he told her as he got up. -You do not know how bad your parents must be doing. Does he still work at the BAU?
She nodded, grabbing his wrist. She needed the man to listen to her.
Luckily for her, Derek stopped short. He looked for a few seconds at her hand clinging to his wrist and then closed his eyes. Releasing a sigh, he whispered:
-You have a minute to tell me what you're doing here. Then I'll take you home.
The teenager swallowed. Now her fears did not allow her voice to come out of her throat.
Then she decided to use the trick that her mom taught her. Other times that worked very well. She simply closed her eyes.
- My name is Delilah Alvez Garcia. I am fifteen years old and I'm the median of three kids. The little one is MarĂa, she is nine years old and it is a mini version of my mom.
The oldest is Dean, he was born on July 28, 2001, so he is seventeen years old. He is a mini version of you.
When she opened her eyes, he was still there. Open-mouthed, with wide eyes and she would swear that even in shock. But it was still there.
-Dean is a very complicated boy. He left school, smokes weed and has very bad companies. He has already been arrested a couple of times because he has been involved in fights. My mom scolds him but all she gets is his insults. He knows that my dad is not his biological father. So Dean never obeys him. He is my brother and I love him. Please, help me
