A/N: Heyy All this is the second instalment of the "found a baby" ficlet. This one involves Derek Morgan, and is set in season one. I hope you all enjoy it and review, I really love those... Anyway, it is unbeta'd so if there is any errors, I apologize, and if you point them out, I will fix them. Thank you so much for reading, and now,

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Chapter two, Derek Morgan

Derek Morgan was exhausted. He and his team had finished a case the night before and flown home, they only got back to DC four hours before, and he had only gotten home three hours ago. Immediately he had gone to bed and fallen asleep, but now, three hours later, Clooney was barking, howling and scratching at the front door.

The man in question rose unsteadily from his bed and shuffled from his room. Blindly, he walked the hall and down the stairs. He blearily grasped his gun from its resting place on the table by the door.

After checking the peep hole and not seeing anything, Derek assumed that Clooney was barking at a squirrel or a car gone by. He set his gun back on the table and turned from the door. It was then that he heard a whimper. More awake now, he looked at his dog and cocked his head, mimicking the position of the dogs own head. Glancing back at the door, Derek hesitantly unlocked it.

Glancing around he didn't see anything still. Just as he was closing the door Derek heard the whimper again. Struck by the sound, he looked down.

There, lying on his welcome mat was a small blue bundle. A small blue whimpering bundle. Reaching down the thirty-odd year old man picked up the small bundle and unwrapped it enough to see a small red scrunched up face of a baby that couldn't be more then six months old.

"Now what are you doin' here little guy?" Derek murmured quietly to the child.

Derek turned and went back into his house, now much more awake. Derek quickly determined that the child, was in fact a boy. And then came to the conclusion that he had no idea what the heck he was going to do with a baby. Well, beyond not leaving it on someone's doorstep like the little guys mother or father. Derek began pacing the length of his home trying to come up with a reasonable solution to his new problem. Deciding that it was probably best to make major life decisions with more then three hours of sleep, he walked back up the stairs and into his room. It wasn't until he got there, that he remembered that he didn't have anything for the baby in the way of diapers, or formula, or clothes, or bottles or a bed. Slumping down on the edge of his bed, he placed the child in his lap so that the baby's tiny feet were pressed against his lower abdomen and its head was rested on his knees.

"What am I going to do with you, Little Man?" Derek shook his head and closed his eyes.

He was thinking about how happy Hotch was when Jack was born a few months back, wondering if maybe this was his chance. And then it hit him, Jack was about the same age as this baby, Hotch would know what to do. With a hand keeping the baby balanced, Derek leaned across his bed and grabbed his cell phone.

Dialling the number he had long since memorized, he brought the phone to his ear.

"Hotchner." Was the groggy reply he got after the second ring.

"Um, hey Hotch, I know its only been a few hours, but I need some help." Derek winced realizing that the man on the phone had probably gotten less sleep then him. "Uh, maybe Hailey would be willing to help with this, you need sleep. She would be just as good at this as you, probably better even."

Derek heard a shuffling and muffled voices.

"Agent Morgan?" The distinct voice of his bosses wife came from the phone. "Aaron said you need help, what do you need?"

"I-uh, Clooney woke me up about an hour ago, and I found a baby on my porch, I was wondering, and well, hoping that I could maybe borrow some diapers and clothes for him." Derek's voice trailed a bit before he added, "and maybe a crash course on how to handle babies."

There was a silence for a moment before he could hear foot steps and a door opening. "Give me half an hour and I'll be there, try and rock him, I assume its a him as you want Jack's clothes, to sleep."

"Thank you so much Hailey." Derek replied instantaneously.

"Goodbye Derek." She said and Derek heard her telling Hotch that she was coming before he hung up the phone. "We're in good hands, Little Man."