'Put down your weapon agent.' The tall, middle aged man instructed Morgan while placing the gun next to one of the girl's heads, Charlotte. Morgan recognized her from the photo in the case file. 'Put it down or this pretty young thing will die.' Charlotte let out a small whimper and struggled against the ropes around her wrists.

'NO, please, kill me instead.' Morgan's stomach turned as a slightly older looking girl begged for Charlotte's life.

'You know I can't do that. Let these girls out of here and we can talk.' Morgan calmly responded. The rest of his team entered the room, their guns raised as they took in the scene. The unsub, John Miller, lowered the gun and shot Charlotte in the shoulder. She screamed and so did the other girl. Morgan decided to try a different negotiation tactic, holstering his weapon. 'We both know you can't get out of this. But if you come willingly then we can take the death sentence off the table.' Miller appeared to be considering the offer until he caught sight of his victims again.

'I don't think so.' He responded, quickly raising the gun and grabbing Charlotte, pulling her towards him as a human shield, the BAU agents had no choice but to let it happen as they couldn't fire a shot with the risk of hitting Charlotte. Together the pair crossed the room until they reached a back door that none of the agents knew about. Miller looked down at both his victims with a sadistic grin coating his face, as he gazed upon the girl still tied to the pole his eyes turned darker and he snarled in her direction. 'I'll be back for you.'

He threw Charlotte away from him, firing the gun. Charlotte was dead before her body hit the floor. Miller stepped out of the door and ran down the alleyway outside, Hotch and Reid chased but Morgan soon heard the sounds of a car screeching away.

The teenager left in the room was screaming, her body racked with sobs as she tried to crawl towards the body of her fellow prisoner, struggling viscously against the ropes. As Rossi helped Blake out of the room, Morgan finally had a chance to look over the shaking girl who was struggling to breathe, screaming and sobbing at the same time.

'I need medics in here.' Morgan called to into his radio. He slowly approached the girl, his heart aching with sympathy for someone so young to have experienced something so horrific. 'It's okay, we've got you. We'll get you out of here.' Morgan crouched in front of the blonde.

She looked about 17, but her body was covered in cuts and bruises, her arms also featured red, circular marks which Morgan knew were cigarette burns. Her brown eyes looked up at Morgan as she continued to cry. As soon as she saw the agent reaching for her, holding a small knife to cut away the ropes bound around her wrists, she began to thrash and try to push him away. Her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath.

'Hey, it's okay. I'm not going to hurt you. You're safe.' Morgan kept repeating comforting words until she eventually stopped trying to hit him. 'I'm going to cut these ropes off okay?' She nodded. 'Good, I'm Agent Morgan. What's your name?' Morgan questioned.

'Quinn.' The girl spoke slowly, her voice was raspy, her throat dry from screaming.

'Quinn there is an ambulance outside, we're going to take you home.' She nodded cautiously and Morgan lent down to pick her up, she groaned and he pushed the sleeve of her bloodied and torn t-shirt away to see the word STOP carved deep into her shoulder, still bleeding. His stomach flipped and the seasoned FBI agent thought he might vomit. However he managed to pick up the weak and bleeding teenager and carry her outside to the waiting ambulance. Morgan handed her to the paramedics who looked her over and turned to the waiting agent.

'We need to get her to the hospital; she's dehydrated, malnourished and probably has an infection from the…' he paused, struggling to find the words. 'From the wound in her shoulder. Is there anyone to ride with her?'

The girl in question began thrashing as soon as a paramedic tried to start an IV drip by placing a needle in her arm.

'No, don't touch me. Leave me alone!' Morgan immediately ran over, leaning in front of the girl.

'Quinn, Quinn look at me.' They made eye contact. 'Listen, no one is going to hurt you. The paramedics are trying to help you.' She slowly calmed down and allowed the paramedic to start fluids. Morgan raced over to Hotch.

'Hotch, I'm going to the hospital with the victim, she's traumatized and we still have no idea who she is. Besides, someone has to question her.'

'I'll send JJ with you, Miller escaped. That girl is our top priority until he is caught. From now you are her protective detail. See what you can find out.'

Morgan headed back to the ambulance, which Quinn was currently sitting in the back of; shivering in her t-shirt and pajama shorts. He took off his FBI windbreaker and draped it around her shoulders.

'Let's go.' Morgan instructed the paramedics. As they drove towards the hospital, Morgan knew he had to try and get some information out of Quinn before she started to process her friend's death. She was sitting up on the gurney and Morgan took one of her delicate hands in his. 'Quinn, I need to ask you some questions, is that alright?' Morgan was very cautious about traumatizing the girl further.

'Yeah,' she hesitantly replied.

'Do you know the man that took you?'

'He didn't take me,' she sighed. 'He's my father.' Quinn's eyes filled with tears as Morgan attempted to not show his disgust that someone could do this to their child. He already knew that his involvement in this case was not going to finish until Quinn was safe and her father was dead or in prison. Morgan even imagined putting a bullet in his skull himself.

'Is there anywhere that he would go to hide?'

'I don't know, he never told me anything like that. If I asked questions he would hit me.'

Morgan's eyes travelled down to meet Quinn's. 'I promise you Quinn, he will never hurt you again. I will make sure of that. But do you know where your mother is?'

'Oh my God, Mom. He said that if I fought back he would go after her. You have to find her.' The words tumbled out of Quinn's mouth and the monitor revealed her heart was racing as her breathing became shallow and rapid.

'Agent.' The paramedic warned, telling Morgan not to push the traumatized girl. They both recognized Quinn was heading towards a panic attack. Quinn began shaking and her hands clenched into tight fists, her flight or fight response going into over drive as adrenaline pumped through her veins.

'I have to find my Mom.' Quinn urgently stated, her eyes flicking around the ambulance looking for an escape. 'I can't breathe. I can't breathe.' She clutched a hand to her chest as panic held her hostage.

'Quinn, Quinn.' Morgan brought the girl back to reality. 'You are having a panic attack. I need you to calm down. Just breathe. Breathe. You're safe now.'

Quinn's fearful eyes locked on Morgan's sharp gaze as the agent took her hand and continued to murmur words of comfort. Slowly Quinn's breathing returned to normal and the ambulance finally arrived at the hospital. Quinn was unloaded from the ambulance and handed over to the emergency room doctors. They wheeled her into a trauma room but as Morgan tried to follow a young nurse put her hand on his chest to stop him entering the room.

'You can't go in there. You can wait in the waiting room.'

Morgan flashed his FBI credentials and informed the nurse: 'FBI, that girl is in federal custody.'

'Well I can tell you she is certainly protected in the ER. Let us do our job and then you can do yours later.'

Morgan eventually headed to the waiting room to find JJ arguing with a different nurse.

'JJ.' Morgan called to his partner. 'We have a problem.'

'Did she make it?'

'She's in the ER now. That's not what I meant. John Miller, our UNSUB, is her father. And he threatened Quinn's mother. That is probably where he's going.'

'I'll let the team know.' JJ replied, already pulling out her phone to talk to the rest of the team. Morgan tried to hear the whispered conversation but was too worried about Quinn to focus. 'Hotch is sending Blake and Rossi to the mother's address. Garcia did a background check on Quinn. She was never even reported missing, so where did her mother think she was?'

"God knows, JJ. But I'm not leaving that girl until we find that son of a bitch she has for a father.'

'None of us will Morgan.'