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Title: Divine Intervention

Author: Ihli

Rating/Warnings: M/MPreg

Pairing: No pairing for story, Hotch/Reid established.

Summary: Morgan is missing and the unsub has very special plans for him. (M-Preg/No pairing/Established Hotch/Reid)

Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds or any of the characters I just like to play with them sometimes. I promise to put them back where I found them.

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Hello all,

Thanks for the reviews. I'm glad you like the opening.

20000 WPM – I post a new chapter every 2 days. This story has 15 chapters.

Thanks to The Shameless BookWorm for the push to write this story and for Beta'ing it. All mistakes are mine.

-Ihli

Chapter 2

Rossi and Hotch arrived to find that Amy Sellars was still being examined, so they settled down for the wait. Waiting wasn't good for Hotch. He had been able to compartmentalize when he was busy. Focus on the case, not on his missing agent.

Why had Morgan been taken? What was the story with this unsub? Would Morgan be killed? How had Amy Sellars escaped? Would she remember something useful?

Hotch considered the look on his lover's face during the briefing. Spencer was frightened. Morgan was one of his best friends, almost a brother. He hated to see Spencer in pain and he wasn't going to lose a team member on his watch.

"We'll get him back, Aaron." Rossi placed a hand on Hotch's shoulder.

Hotch tried to school his expression. "I know―it's what we do."

Doctor Quentin walked up to the two agents.

"It's was pretty messy in there. She had her hand surgically replaced. We are running the DNA tests you requested, but given the size and skin color, I would say it came from Sanjai Patel. She also had one of her kidneys and her uterus removed."

"Her uterus?" Rossi's eyes widened.

"Yes, and both ovaries."

Hotch had never heard of a uterine transplant. "Is there a need for a donor uterus?"

Quentin was quick to respond. "There is research being performed; I even read about one successful transplant in 2011, but it's still very much an experimental procedure."

"When can we see her?" Hotch asked.

"She's in 215." Quentin gestured down the hall. "But she's on a fair amount of medication for the pain. The surgery that was done to her was extremely invasive." Quentin started to move away from the two agents but stopped and turned. "One more thing, the hand appears to be fully connected and her body is showing no signs of rejection even though there was no evidence of the appropriate medications in her body. Whoever did this was a certified genius."

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The two agents entered the hospital room. A single bed was in the middle with a short blond woman, about five foot two. An IV dripped into her arm, while a heart monitor beeped with comforting regularity.

Rossi stepped forward introducing himself and Aaron and began asking questions in a gentle voice.

Amy grimaced in pain and her voice trembled. "I never saw his face. I begged him to let me live, but he never looked at me."

Hotch wanted to leave this woman to heal, but knew they had to continue questioning her for Morgan's sake.

Rossi took her natural hand. "What did he look like?"

She turned her head to look at Rossi. "He wore surgical scrubs and a mask and one of those caps."

"Describe the room he brought you to."

A tear rolled down her cheek and her voice caught in her throat. "When I woke up, I was on a hospital bed, with side rails. I was hooked up to machines - I could hear the blip of the heart monitor. My arms and legs were tied to the rails. The room was surrounded in hanging plastic. I could feel the sting of an IV in my wrist. He left at that point."

"How did you escape?"

"I didn't. I woke up in an ambulance. It brought me here. My stomach hurt so bad. They said … I'll never have kids." Tears streamed down her face.