Author's Note: Once again, I do not own Criminal Minds...Back to the story

Part I:

Chapter 1: Something Wicked This Way Comes

Two Weeks Later-

Summer Solstice 5:45 a.m.

Grayson Grove, MI

Home of: Grayson and Josephine Morgan, Morgan's Palisades Ranch

As far as D.J. Morgan was concerned it was one of the most beautiful days he had ever seen in his life. It was true, that he had missed his family and friends back home in Alexandria, but it was the peacefulness of Grayson Grove that he realized that he loved. He guided his Arabian stallion, Eagle Heart, across the fields back towards the large farmhouse that had been in his family for years and admitted that if he had a choice in where he lived, that he would definitely stay here. He flicked his reins and Eagle Heart shifted from a gallop to a canter as the farmhouse came into view. D.J. sat back and watched the beautiful robin's and blue jay's fly and the flowers in full bloom around her. He slowed as he approached the house. Eagle Heart stopped just shy of the front porch. D.J hopped down and tied the reins to the post before stepping onto the porch.

"I see someone's been up early," Ma Josie, D.J's great-grandmother said from her seat where she was shelling beans.

"Yes ma'am. Papa said if I gave Eagle Heart her workout, that he'd let me ride Widowmaker," D.J. said eagerly.

Ma Josie looked at D.J. momentarily before responding. "Papa, told you that."

"Yes'm," D.J. said with a nod of her head.

"Hmmm," Ma Josie said as she got up her chair. "Did you eat this morning?"

"No'm. I was late getting to Eagle Heart."

"Unhuh," Ma Josie said shaking her head "C'mon in here and get you something to eat."

"Yes ma'am," D.J. replied as she removed her boots.

"Make sure you wash yourself good 'fore you come in my kitchen."

"Yes ma'am."

D.J. disappeared into the wash room that set off the front porch. He quickly washed his face and hands before taking a good look at himself in the mirror. At the tender age of 22, he seemingly looked older than what he was. He was the color of golden honey, with wavy brown hair that was close cropped. His eyes were charcoal gray that changed from gray to black depending on his mood. He stared at his handsomely chiseled face with the almond shaped eyes and smiled to himself. He re-tucked the light blue long sleeve thermal shirt into his jeans before walking out of the wash room. He stopped in front of the full length mirror that was in the hall and looked at himself again. He couldn't help it, it was a bad habit he picked up in high school that he just never broke.

As he turned he heard a whimper and loud thump on the front of the porch. He looked out the screen door, but didn't see anything. He turned away when he heard it again, the soft cry. He reached down into his holster and pushed the door open, prepared to be rather safe than sorry.

He pushed open the screen door and looked around before stepping down. He smelled them first. The smell of fecal matter and dried blood filtered through his nostrils. He moved towards the stench and he finally saw her. She was covered in what he suspected to be her own blood and feces. She was dressed in a green satin gown, her hair was a tangled mess around her face, but her eyes were the softest brown that he had ever seen. Similar to one other person he had ever known. His mother's.

He put the gun away and moved towards the girl who was half lying on the side of the porch. She looked up at him, her eyes fearful. She went to move but couldn't something had caused a complete paralysis in her. He kneeled beside her and felt for a pulse. She looked up at him and smiled.

"Derek."

"Camden?"

Quantico, Virginia

Behavioral Analysis Unit

FBI Offices- 10:30 A.M.

For most men it is the quiet of the night were there nightmares come and haunt them. Unfortunately, for Derek Morgan it was during the light of day, when he worked cases, especially those that involved children that hurt him the most. He stepped off the elevator to be bombarded by files, telephone messages and gentle conversation. He simply nodded taken the files and messages and pushed towards his desk.. He had been gone for two weeks. Simple vacation time needed to see his family. He had spent the time doing some much needed fishing and spending quality time with his son. He smiled as he thought of D.J. If anything, his son had brought about the bright moments in his life. Never letting him fall or lose hope.

As he sat down her thumbed through the messages and smiled as he came across the name Athena Morgan. He leaned back in the chair and took a much needed sip of his coffee. Athena Morgan had come into his life as a toddler, a cherubic little girl with large brown eyes and beautiful café au lait skin. He had watched her grow up to become a Congressional Aide on Capitol Hill to now working as his teams Technical Analysts. He placed the message aside and moved on through the pile. Two names caused him to stop what he was doing. The first one was from Daphne Rutherford; the other from Penelope Garcia-Morgan.

Derek spun around in his seat to find Dr. Spencer Reid, head down in a good book.

"Hey, Kid. Do you know about these?"

Reid looked from the book to the pink slips in Morgan's hand. "Am I supposed to?"

"Daphne Rutherford and Penelope Garcia-Morgan."

Reid smiled. "You didn't tell me you had a wife."

Derek didn't even crack a smile. "I don't. She died in a plane crash, years ago."

"She seems to think differently. She called everyday last week looking for you. I took the last phone message."

Derek just grunted, "And Daphne Rutherford?"

"That's Senator Carlson Rutherford's wife. Their daughter is missing."

"Why is she calling me?"

"That is a very good question, Agent Morgan, why is Senator Rutherford's wife calling you of all people."

Derek turned to see Unit Chief Erin Strauss standing at his desk. Derek turned to look at her before rising to his feet.

"All due respect, Ma'am. I don't have an answer, and if I did, it still wouldn't be any of your business."

" I beg, to differ my office please."

Without another word Strauss pushed past of Morgan's desk and out of the bullpen, leaving him to follow in his wake. He pushed to his feet before draining the rest of his coffee. This was not going to be a good day for him.

Morgan walked into Strauss office to find her and what seemed to be none other than Senator Rutherford sitting in her office. Morgan leaned against the door and waited.

"Senator Rutherford, Senior Supervising Agent Derek Morgan, Agent Morgan, Senator Carlson Rutherford, Connecticut," Strauss said quietly.

Derek didn't even move he just stared at Senator Rutherford and gave him a very curt nod.

"I'll make this brief, Agent Morgan. I want to know why my wife is calling you."

" I don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know?"

Derek pushed up off the wall and stared the Senator down. " It means that I do not know, why she called me. Let me ask you question, why do you think she called me?"

Carlson Rutherford didn't look at him. "I have not a clue, that's why I'm asking you."

" I don't even know your wife. I just know her name," Derek replied. "Anything, else?"

"That'll be all Agent Morgan."

Derek stepped down out into the corridor to be bombarded by J.J in the hall. "Briefing, conference room in two."

Derek didn't say a word, just nodded his head as he followed her down the hall. Derek walked into the room and slipped into the seat next to Reid. He opened the file folder to find himself staring at the prettiest eyes he had ever seen. He lifted the picture and stared at her in awe. She was beautiful. Skin the color of honey, curly honey blonde hair and a dimple in each check to match her beautiful smile. But it was the eyes, chocolate brown, warm and inviting that spoke to Morgan. He knew that face and those eyes, but he just couldn't place where.

He didn't get a chance to dwell on that fact as he listened to J.J. He listened as he scanned the file before him. It was a chilling case, one that didn't really peek his interest until he head the location.

"Grayson Grove, Michigan," Derek repeated looking up from the case file.

J.J just stared at him. "Yeah."

"There's nothing there."

"Something has to be there, Morgan." Hotch responded.

"I'm telling you, there's nothing there but farmland, you know, horse ranches and fruit orchards."

"How do you know that?" Reid asked him.

"My dad is from Grayson Grove. It was an all black town founded in the 1850's. My great- great- great grandfather, was one of the founders. My grandparents still live there."

It was after his final words slipped out that Derek glanced back at the picture. It was all there, she looked too familiar to him. He took in a deep breath before looking up again.

"Her name is Camden Rutherford?"

"Yeah," J.J. replied. "Derek ,what's wrong."

The words caused a bell to go off in his head.

"D.J." Derek said as he shot out of his chair. "I gotta talk to D.J."

He walked out of the conference room and headed straight towards his desk. He however never had a chance to make the call.

"Derek Jasper," Derek barked as he approached his desk.

He quickly rose to his feet and turned to face his father. Second Lieutenant, Derek Jasper Morgan Jr. of the United States Marine Corps was dressed in his green service uniform and looked like every bit of his father.

"Dad," he replied softly.

"What are you doing here?"

"It's good to see you, too, Pop."

Derek shook his head as he embraced his son. He had saw him a few days ago, but he could tell that someone or something had his son, shook up. He pulled away from giving him the once over.

"What's wrong? I thought you weren't due back 'til next week."

D.J. just smiled and shook his head. "Yeah, about that, I have a problem."

Derek didn't say a word, he just looked at his son.

"This morning, I found Camden Rutherford on the front porch. She was clutching this."

DJ lifted the gold cross to show his father. At first glance, all one would see was a regular cross, but the back side told the story. Derek turned the cross and on the back was the inscription "Penelope and Derek". He let the cross go before looking at his son.

"Do you have yours, Dad?"

Without a word, Derek pulled at the chain around his neck, the one that held the matching cross.

"She thinks you're her father."

"No. There were no survivors."

"Dad, maybe, Mom got out alive."

"There were no survivors."

"Dad."

"Goddamnit, Derek! There were no survivors."

The harsh tones would've made a lesser man cower, but not D.J. Morgan. He stood his ground and stared his father down. Derek's answer was not plausible for D.J. and he wanted him to understand.

"But what if she did make it?"

"Then I wouldn't want to be her," Derek replied softly.

"Dad."

"Sixteen years, five weeks and three days, since I lost her. I don't need false hope, son. And neither do you."

* * *

Athena Morgan entered the bull pen to find both Derek J. Morgan's in a stare off. She watched them with a smile. She loved the both of them, dearly. Derek was more than her brother, he was the father that she had never known and D.J. was the dorky younger brother she dreamed of having. She approached them cautiously, file in hand and tapped lightly on the desk.

"Now this is a sight for sore eyes," she said with a smile.

Both men turned to stare at her and they both gave her the signature Derek Morgan smile. D.J. wrapped an arm around her waist before giving her a kiss on the cheek.

"What's cookin', good lookin'."

"Hey, Bucket."

"Thena, we've talked about that."

"I know, and your always gonna be my Bucket, just like I'm always go be Bella. Right old, man?

D.J's eyebrows went up in question as she winked at her older brother. Derek just shook his head as he leaned and kissed her forehead, "I'm not that old, Bella."

"Right, what you said, Senior. You got a minute for, baby sis."

Derek looked over his shoulder at the team still in the conference room. "Anything for you, Bella; what's going on?"

She shifted the file in her hand before answering, "Three words for you, Camden Francine Morgan."

Derek stared at her blankly before closing his eyes. "Is that supposed to mean something to me?"

"It should she's your daughter."

Derek crossed his arms over his chest and stared down at the two of them. "You two in cahoots or something?"

"What are you talking about?" Athena asked in confusion.

"Doesn't matter, but I'm going to say this for the last damn time. I don't have a daughter."

Before either Athena or DJ could argue, the rest of the team had entered the bull pen. J.J. moved over to them with a smile on her face.

"I hate to break up this mini family reunion, but we have to go. Wheels up in 30."

Derek just nodded as J.J. moved along. He turned his attention back to the two of them. "We're done with this topic. I'll see the both of you when I get back."

Derek picked up his ready bag and files and moved towards the elevator.

Athena stared at his retreating back "What if I have proof?"

Derek stopped and stared up at the ceiling before turning to face her. "What?"

"Birth certificates, school photos, DNA. What if I had it?

Derek studied her face momentarily, "I'd be a believer."

She stepped forward and placed the file she was holding into his hands. "Then,Derek, believe."