What No One Knew 2

AN: I was pleasantly surprised by the response to this story. It has gained a lot of favorites, etc, substantially faster than some of my other stories….so I'm stoked about that. I must admit that initially I was going to make this be a Pen/Derek story, but I couldn't bear to write a story about somebody beating on Pen; just didn't seem right. So, let's see what happens in chapter 2.

The cops had come out to Rossi's house; one of the officers had called when they were close, as a courtesy to Rossi's status as a federal agent. He was still on the phone with Hotch and had told him to hold for a moment while he went to look out of the front window.

Rossi took the chance going over to the window to look out and see what would happen. He saw the cops stop the car; one of them got out and walked over to the truck, speaking with the man in the truck. Rossi wouldn't swear on the bible, but they seemed friendly with each other, friendly enough that Rossi became worried when the officer gave the man a wave and got back in the car alongside of his partner. Rossi saw the truck pull away and leave; it looked as though the man might have gone back in the direction of his own home.

'Rossi, what's going on….Hell-o.'

"I'm here. Meet me at Mercy General."

'Rossi, you need to tell me what's going on.'

"Long story short…One of my neighbors has been beaten. I'm going to take her to the hospital so they can check her out. I am sure her husband did it; I saw him sitting just out front of my house in his truck for quite some time. I would call for an ambulance to take her, but I don't want him causing problems."

'I can call ahead to the hospital and let them know you're coming. Derek can meet you at the entrance to your neighborhood and give you an escort if you think you will need it.'

"It probably wouldn't hurt. I wouldn't care, except I don't know what this man's frame of mind is, so having Derek around might be a good idea."

'Alright, I'm sending him out now. I can be up there with the rest of the team as soon as possible.'

"Thanks. I have to go. She's waking up a little bit. She'll be upset if she can't find me."

'Well go see to her. Can you sneak her out of the house through the garage? At least this guy wouldn't see you put her in the car. It would give you a little head start on him.'

"That's actually what I was planning to do. I'll see you at the hospital a little later. I really have to go."

With that Rossi abruptly ended the call.

"Mr…."

"You get to call me Dave."

"M'k."

"I'm going to try to get you to the hospital; first you need to take a couple of aspirin, it might help with some of the aches you have, at least long enough to give us time for the doctor to look you over."

"I'm alright, I don't need anything."

"Well, humor me and take two, please."

The young woman nodded. She couldn't really say no; this man had been so nice to her, she would do pretty much anything he asked her too at that point.

After she downed the aspirin and a little water, Dave lifted her up in his arms again and began to carry her over to a door that led to his garage; it was off of a sort of mud room that was, itself, off of the kitchen…since the garage door was closed, he could easily sneak her into the back seat without anyone seeing what he was up to.

"I am going to need you to lay down if that is possible and stay down until I tell you differently, and it probably wouldn't hurt to keep the blanket close."

"Yes, sir."

"Dave…"

"…Dave."

With that he shut the back door to his SUV. Dave hopped up in the driver's seat, pushed the button on his garage door opener, and then began backing out. Once he was safely out of the garage, but still in his drive way, he set his home security alarm remotely; just like Garcia had taught him months ago. After that was all done, he made his way out onto the street in his subdivision, and towards the entrance where Derek was waiting; luckily Dave's neighborhood was only about a 10 minute drive from the office.

Pulling alongside Derek at the entrance, Dave rolled his window down and made sure that Derek knew where they were going.

"Yeah, Hotch said Mercy General. Do you want me in front or behind?"

"Behind; I can see things coming at me pretty well. But it will be difficult to keep my eyes on the road ahead and behind while still worrying about how she is doing."

"She? D-a-v-e?"

"I can explain later, just…."

"Alright. Lead on old man."

Dave pulled out onto the highway, Derek following a safe distance behind him. Once they were on the road, Dave's cell started to ring.

"Yes, Morgan?"

"What sort of vehicle am I supposed to be on the look-out for?"

"Oh, yeah….well I know for sure that he drives a red Dodge Ram, if one of those follows us for more than a few turns it's likely him. Other than that I don't know what he might be in."

"I just wanted to make sure; I forgot to bring that up at the company meeting."

"Smart ass."

"Bye Rossi."

Dave hung up, shaking his head and with a bit of a chuckle.

From the back seat he heard a voice, 'Who was that?"

"It's one of the people I work with…"

"Another Federal Agent?"

"Yes. We work for the FBI. Do you know what Behavioral Analysts do?"

"Yes, actually. You are called in to bad crimes to figure out the kind of person or people did the crime and help the local cops stop the bad guy."

"Actually, that's pretty much it, yes. How long have you and your husband lived here in town…in the neighborhood?"

"Hmmm. About three years I think."

"I don't see you around a lot."

"I know. "

"Where are you from originally? You don't sound like you're from around here."

"Yeah, well….How many times have you ever heard someone how sexy Yankees sound when they talk?"

"Touché. Now, really, where are you from?"

"North Carolina."

"Which part?"

"The northeastern corner of the state."

Dave made a sound, a little tsk sort of sound that led her to believe he really didn't care for her evasiveness.

"….I-I m-mean it's a tiny town. Chances are if someone like you has ever heard of it or been through it then it was probably an accident."

She sounded worried.

"You don't have to be worried about me. I'm not mad at you about anything; I just thought we should try to get to know each other a little bit, considering our circumstances."

Danielle replied with a nearly inaudible, soft, 'Okay'.

Dave's phone started ringing again.

"Mercy General Morgan."

"No, Dave. Behind me, is this the truck?"

Dave looked up into his rearview mirror, 'Yes."

"I got this, you get her to the hospital, I will catch up."

"Be careful this time how 'bout it."

"Yes dad."

After hanging up Rossi chuckled yet again, shaking his head, 'That boy…."

"What's going on?"

"It seems that your husband is following us. My friend that I spoke to…he was running interference for us so I can get you to the hospital in one piece…he called to let me know that your husband is back there."

"Oh no!"

"Don't worry. Derek will stop him in his tracks."

"But he gets so….."

"Trust me; he won't tangle with Derek but the one time."

Only a few minutes more and they were pulling up to the hospital; Dave pulled right straight into the entrance of the emergency department. As he hopped out of the driver's seat, he tossed his keys to one of the nurses that came out to meet him, and then turned to the back of the vehicle, opening that door and collecting Danielle.

"Sir you can't just park…." The nurse began to instruct Dave.

Dave merely flashed his FBI badge and pulled Danielle out of the back seat.

The nurse saw the condition that the young woman was in, 'She has a possible concussion and has been in and out of consciousness off and on since I found her. I don't have time to park it somewhere else."

"Yes sir, I'll take care of it."

Dave walked quickly into the emergency room and went straight to the intake desk.

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On the way to the hospital, Dave had intentionally pulled into one of the inside lanes, with Derek right behind him; they knew the red truck would follow the pattern. Once this was done, Dave had driven a few car lengths ahead and then swerved back into the lane he needed to be in so he could make the turn off to the hospital. Derek in the meantime had slowed up ever so slightly causing the man in the red truck to be blocked in by traffic. Once that was done, all Derek had to do was be patient and wait for an opening and he would get over quickly. Rush hour traffic in this area…usually it pissed Derek off beyond all belief; but just for today, it had its useful attributes.

As it turned out, Derek couldn't take the exit he wanted to get to the hospital. That was fine by him; he went a few exits up and made the turn there…it only meant he had to double back a bit, but to have that asshole tangled up in some DC grid-lock was worth it.

By the time that Derek made it to the hospital, Hotch and the rest of the team had made it there as well. They tracked down Rossi in a waiting room; he was standing at one of the windows to the waiting room, allowing him to see down the hall a bit. He was trying to see when the doctors came and went to try to keep up with what was going on with this girl. Everyone sat around waiting with him, asking him questions about what was going on, listening carefully when he told them what he knew thus far.

The doctor that had been examining Danielle finally stepped out, Rossi stood up quickly when the doctor called her name.

"Are you family?"

"Yeah, she's my niece." Rossi replied quickly enough; Hotch arched a brow at him, not saying a word.

"I'm Dr. Sherwood. It seems as though Danielle has a mild concussion…it's nothing too serious. Most of her injuries are superficial….bruises, things like that; although, she does have two cracked ribs. She did sprain that left ankle like a pro. She'll have to stay off of it for a while. I noticed in her x-rays that there are several older injuries, quite a few actually. It leads me to believe that she has been beaten over years. And she got extra lucky this time…."

"What do you mean doc?" Rossi was growing angrier and more concerned as the man kept speaking.

"She's also pregnant. She can't be that far along, she doesn't seem to be showing or at least not that much. But to be on the safe side I will go ahead and schedule an ultra-sound to be sure of what is going on with the baby."

"Dr. Sherwood, we would like to be able to take her a change of clothes."

"And who might you people be?"

"FBI agents, doctor." Rossi answered for Hotch.

"Well, give us a moment to finish getting her ankle and ribs wrapped, and just don't get her worked up and it should be fine. As soon as the ultra-sound is scheduled and performed I will fill out the paperwork to have her released. She shouldn't be allowed to go back home to that environment however."

"Of course not doctor. We understand."

With that the doctor had left the waiting room saying that he would have a nurse come notify them when they were able to go back and see the girl.

The nurse finally came to get them to lead them to the exam room that Danielle was in. She was sitting on the exam table in a pale green hospital gown, her feet dangling over the edge of it. She was short enough that her feet didn't touch the step that they pull out to help shorter people boost themselves up onto the table; even when she extended the toes on the foot that wasn't swollen, they didn't even come close to touching the step. She was swinging her 'good' foot a little allowing her heel to gently hit the table behind it. The one nurse in the room with her was dabbing at the gash on her forehead, the one that Rossi had seen at his house. Danielle winced a little at the sting of the antiseptic. Once the bandage was on that, the nurse turned to wrapping the ankle in an ace bandage to help stabilize it a bit.

'Ok, I need to go get you a set of crutches that you can use around home; I'll be right back in a couple of minutes.'

Danielle only nodded quietly as the young woman got up to walk out of the room

As the team had been just out in the hallway, they saw everything that had just happened.

JJ was the first to speak up, 'You guys call me the Pennsylvania Pixie, but this girl is smaller than me."

Rossi only nodded quietly. He was the first one through the door to the room. Danielle had been watching the floor, then she would tilt her head up counting the spots on the tiles in the ceiling; her long hair draped over one shoulder. When she heard the door swing open she looked up at the agents coming through the door.

"Sir?" she was about to hop down off of the table, until Morgan stopped her, placing a hand on her shoulder to let her know to sit still. She winced a little, letting out a tiny gasp.

"Dave….remember."

She nodded.

"Is your shoulder hurt?" Hotch asked her. She tilted her head, arching an eyebrow at him. She wasn't sure about these new people.

"It's alright; he's our unit chief, our boss." Dave told her.

"Okay." She moved the neckline of the hospital gown a bit to show the shoulder and there were several bruises there….one was a definite handprint, you could see the finger marks; but other than that the shoulder was near black and blue in some places. She fixed the gown back the way it belonged.

"So what do you agents need me for? I have to get dressed and go."

"You're not going home." Hotch told her.

"W-what? I h-have to. He'll come looking for me. You already know this Mr. Dave. I don't have anywhere else to go."

"Don't you have any family?" Prentiss asked.

The girl shook her head 'no'. "My dad died from ALS when I was 10. Mom died of Cancer when I was 13. I was raised by my grandparents after that. But they've been dead for years."

"How old are you?" Reid asked.

"Um…37, almost 38. Why?"

"You don't look it at all,' JJ commented.

"Well, like I said, I need to go….I just need to find my clothes…."

JJ stepped forward with a bag in her hand. "It's just some sweat pants, T-shirt, and a hoodie…but we figured you might like some fresh clothes."

"Are you kidding me? If I come home in this stuff he really will beat me then…he'll want to know where I got these and who I've been talking to. It'll be bad enough as it is. He knows I went to your house…" She looked over at Rossi.

She scooted past Derek, trying to take a step down onto the floor, her sprained left ankle giving her pain; she let out a little whimper. Derek was the first one to offer her help.

"I got this. it isn't the worst that's ever happened. I just gotta go. If he sees me talking to you people…"

"We won't let him near you…."Hotch began to promise.

"First question. Why are ya'll so interested in me? Second…What makes you think you can stop him? And don't you think I've heard all these promises before? Nobody can stop him." She tried to turn and find her old clothes, what was left of them anyway, grumbling.

"What did you just say?" Rossi asked her.

She looked at him worriedly, like maybe he would be angry at her for what she said.

"Danielle, you can tell us anything…."

"Nobody can stop him. And more to the point, nobody has ever wanted to."

"Why not?" Emily was starting to get as angry as Dave over this whole situation now.

"He's a cop. All he does is go in bat his eyes and walk back out. The one time I tried complaining to his superior officer….you don't know how hard it was to leave the house to begin with. I nearly had to bust out a window….he keeps me locked in….and the windows were nailed shut. I was lucky to find a pair of scissors to even pry the window open….then I had to hitch a ride to the station. I don't know how the chief knew me, but I told him what happened.

Later that night when Lonnie got home…."

She hopped around on her good foot to try to locate her clothes, not finding them she looked around the room.

"Where are my things?" she was getting upset.

"You can put these on,' JJ tried again.

"I told you…."

"And we've told you that you're not going back to that house."Hotch sounded as stern as ever. "So you can take the clothes we have. You don't have to worry about him anymore."

The woman slowly took the bag, wearily watching Hotch.

"You never answered my question. Why are ya'll interested in me?"

"Well you showed up on Dave's doorstep in bad condition. If Dave cares, we care."

"I can't go back to your house si….Dave; he already knows I went there the first time. I can't make trouble for you."

"I was in the Marines, I ate trouble for breakfast."

Danielle seemed to study Rossi a little bit. "Oh my God!"

"What?" Rossi was curious as to what caused this display.

"Lonnie knows I love books….that I love reading….I used to have so many books, I could have started my own little ghetto library. He got mad at me once….we had a huge fight….he burnt them all…except one that I was able to save….I have it hidden in the couch. I had to cut open part of the guts of the couch to hide it."

"What book was it?"

"It was one of yours…..When he would take me somewhere, and we'd pass by your house, I always kept thinking that I knew you from someplace, but I couldn't think where. And since I didn't know anybody in the neighborhood, I wasn't sure what to make of it. Your book is the only one I have left. A friend of mine back home had bought it for me for my birthday, right before we moved. It's all I have left. He can't think I'm at your house….he'll make trouble for you….I have to go back." She was clutching the bag of clothes and tears were running down her cheeks; she just knew she was as good as dead.

"You can stay at my place."

Everybody turned and looked at Morgan like he had grown two more heads. They knew that she couldn't go back to her home. But they had no idea that he would step forward that way.

"Well she said it herself; he already knows that she was at Rossi's earlier. If she went back, it would make it too easy for him to find her."

"What about the women's shelters?" Reid asked out of idle curiosity.

"Banned from them. He's come up there starting trouble so many times….they won't let me back. I'll just go back. It'll be alright." She tried to smile reassuringly; it wasn't working. She knew better, and the team knew she knew better.

"No, you're going to stay with me."

"But you're girlfriend….or your wife….no."

"I'm single."

"Why? I mean…." Danielle shook her head to try to make sense of things. JJ had a smile on her face that she was trying to hide.

"I don't know….." Danielle was still unsure about things. It would have been bad enough if he was married or seeing someone. But somehow the fact that he was single was sort of scary, too.

"Look. My friend Penelope can come over. She can bring some nail polish and girl stuff; Emily and JJ can jump in on it….make it a girl's night. I have plenty of room. And that way it would look more like friends hanging out if anyone asks around."

"Yeah, it would be sort of fun, I think. You're gonna love Pen. And she will just want to eat you up." JJ was trying to sell it hard.

"Why?"

"Well, Pen is just different. She loves to make everybody happy. The three of us are like sisters….and you'll become her baby sister quick if you aren't careful."

"I've never had any brothers or sisters….what's it like?"

"I have two sisters. They're alright….since I'm the only boy, sometimes they give me troubles…"

"Hey, if you want you can borrow some of my books sometime." Reid stepped forward.

The young woman had started sliding the T-shirt on over her hospital gown, then putting the sweat pants on under the gown as well, before wiggling out of the gown altogether. She didn't seem to notice the smile that Morgan had on his face. The sweat pants were so long and baggy on her that they hung off of her feet; the T-shirt was a better fit, if just barely, it only hung down a little past her waist.

Looking up as she heard what Reid said, she asked him what kind of books he had.

"All kinds. What subject do you like the most?"

"I always liked history. I figured that was a given, being raised by my grandparents."

"My mom was a professor of 15th century literature at one time."

"No! For real? Awww. I definitely wanna see some of your books." She started rubbing her head a little bit.

"Are you alright Danielle?"

"Yes, Dave. I just have a bit of a headache."

"Ma'am, what are you doing up? We have to get you set up for the ultra-sound. And you really shouldn't be on that ankle."

The nurse, Nurse Robin, had come back, mortified seemingly, that Danielle was up moving around.

"They said I didn't have to go back….I was just…."

"Where are you going to go? In the meantime, please stay off of the ankle."

"He said I could stay with him and his friends." For the first time since everyone had met Danielle she seemed like she might actually be happy.

"Okay well we'll see. But in the meantime, sit down and keep the weight off that ankle. The doctor will have my hide otherwise."

"Right….sorry." Danielle turned to look at the examination table and scratched her head…"Um…"

"Come here…" Derek grabbed her under the arms and carefully lifted her onto the table. When he did so the pants legs to the sweat pants dangled past her feet. Emily and JJ couldn't contain the giggles no matter how hard they tried.

"I'll get on the phone and tell Pen she needs to pick up clothes that fit a lot better than these do." JJ walked out of the room, Emily not far behind.

Once the nurse saw that Danielle was seated back on the examination table, she turned a withering look on Hotch and Rossi. "You two come with me." She stiffly turned her back to them and led them out of the room.

Once the door closed the nurse turned to them and gave them a dressing down.

"You better make sure you can protect her from this creep. I've seen her come in here way too many times the past couple of years. I don't always get her case, but I have still seen her here. If you don't intend to keep her safe and do whatever you have to do to make that happen then you should leave now. I will not have her trifled with…..' she was about to continue when Hotch held up a hand to silence her.

"Ma'am, we have every intention of helping her. We aren't going to let him do this again."

"Well…good. That poor girl needs somebody to take care of her. She hasn't got a soul in the world right now. And the damned police have been useless. Since he is a cop they want to take sides with their brother in blue….meanwhile she sits in there, black and blue, broken bones and all. I won't have you get her hopes up just to have her sent back to that house again."

"Ma'am, we would never…..and besides, does it look like to you that that man will ever get her back?" Rossi pointed back into the room. Through the glass of the door Hotch, Rossi, and the nurse could see Morgan and Reid talking to Danielle about God knows what…trying to keep her mind off of what was going on around her. Reid was even able to scare up enough supplies to do some of his physics magic for her. When there was loud popping sound made by the canister, she laughed out loud and then tried to get quiet, looking around as if she expected to get into trouble.

"Dr. Reid, you're gonna get me kicked out of this place If you keep this up." She said, but she couldn't stop giggling.

"Oh, there's something that I completely forgot,' Danielle had put her hand over her mouth as she remembered her thought.

"What is it?" Morgan asked.

"My dogs…I forgot my dogs."

"We can get them for you. What kind of dogs are they?"

"Where are we going to put them?"

"They can come to my place, too. I have a dog named Clooney….he's a German Shepard."

"I have two Irish Wolfhounds, Bailey and Kissy."

"Hotch and I can go get them…."

"But be careful. Lonnie has a Rottweiler, Dingle. He's a beautiful dog, but sometimes he's mean."

"Ok, thanks for the heads-up. We'll go get them after we get you settled at my place. I'll have Pen come over so you don't have to be alone in a strange place. Besides, she can help you with stuff since you're supposed to stay off that ankle as much as possible."

Nurse Robin came back in from giving Hotch and Rossi the third degree stating that the ultrasound had been arranged and that she needed to take Danielle to the room for that.

"Where are the crutches that I'm supposed to have?"

"They will be in your possession before you leave. But for right now, this will do." She scooted a wheel chair forward. Danielle nodded and began to scoot back down off of the table until Morgan stepped up and scooped her up in his arms. Danielle just looked at him for a second, bewildered. Hotch and Rossi smirked at each other.

"Just show me how to get there." Derek instructed Robin.

"Alright, follow me." She knew enough not to argue with the FBI.

On the way there, Danielle did her best to make herself clear to Derek.

"You coulda let me ride in the wheel chair, ya know. It woulda been alright."

"What kind of friend would I be then?"

"You're my friend?" Danielle asked perplexed.

"Of course; you sound surprised."

Danielle made a quiet 'oh' sound. "It's been a long time since anyone was my friend…I mean, for real, my friend."

"You said that one of your friends gave you that book."

"She was just the wife of one of Lonnie's cop friends. I barely knew her much at all; matter of fact, I only met her like three times. But I don't really have any friends of my own. Lonnie doesn't…." she stopped herself from rambling too much.

"You can tell me anything you want to; you know that right?"

"Maybe."

"Here we go Agent Morgan. Just set her down over there on that exam table. The tech will be in shortly to get you scanned."

Nurse Robin must have seen some worry in Danielle's eyes, 'Do you want me to come and sit with you while you get the scan done?"

Danielle nodded her head quickly, regretting the movement when her head throbbed.

"Alright, I can do that. But Agent Morgan, you will have to sit out there and wait with the others."

"But…"

"It'll be alright, Robin will be here. We practically know each other." Danielle spoke carefully to Derek.

"I will be right outside the door…."

"Whatever you say…"

Morgan stood outside in the hallway, just across from the door, to make it feel as though he was giving them a little more privacy. He just met her but he didn't like leaving her alone. Morgan didn't know a lot about ultrasounds, but as far as he was concerned this one was taking too long. He decided to call his mother. It probably wouldn't hurt to ask her to come down, just on the off chance the team got called away on a case. If that happened then Pen would be needed in the office and there would likely be nobody that could help take care of Danielle. And more to the point, he needed someone that could keep their eyes peeled for her husband. He didn't want his mom to do anything that would get her put into danger. But an extra set of eyes never killed anybody. And since she had the experience as a nurse, she would be wonderful help for Danielle.

The phone rang three times before Fran Morgan picked it up, 'Hello?"

"Mama, hey."

"It's my baby. How are you doing today? Did you have a bad case again?"

"In a manner of speaking….."

Derek could hear his mother getting comfortable in her favorite chair, 'Tell me about it."

"A woman came running to Rossi's house, her husband had beaten her pretty badly. We got her to the hospital. One of her eyes is swollen shut; she sprained her left ankle from tripping as she ran. She has a couple of cracked ribs….the doctor said she was pretty lucky though considering that she is also pregnant.

Mama, we can't let her go back to that house."

"I should say not. What is she going to do?"

"Well she can't stay at Rossi's in case her husband comes looking for her again. He already knows she was there earlier. Hotch & JJ both have kids. I'm letting her stay with me."

"Letting? They have women's shelters for this sort of thing."

"Mama, her husband is a police officer. She's tried the women's shelters before; he always finds her and makes trouble for her…coming around scaring the other women. She's been banned from them."

"What about family?"

"Her dad died when she was 10, her mom when she was 13; after that she was raised by her elderly grandparents who have been dead for the better part of 15 years or so now. She doesn't have any brothers or sisters to count on."

"That poor girl…."

"Mama, I needed to ask if you have any time to come out here for a little while. I can take care of her for the most part…..and Pen and the girls can help. But if we get called away on a case, she'll have nobody there to help her."

"I can be on the next flight out sometime tonight. You would have to pick me up at the airport….."

"I can get Penelope to bump your flight up sooner….you could be here before sundown. I can be waiting at the airport once I know what time to expect you."

"I do need to pack son."

"Sorry but, I also kind of missed you a lot as well." Derek sounded sheepish.

"Alright, go ahead and have Pen bump my flight. But give me a good two hours to pack and get to the airport at the very least."

"Yes ma'am….I'll see you in a couple of hours mama."

"Bye baby boy."

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What Morgan didn't seem to notice was the orderly that had been emptying the trash bin near-by. He was studying Morgan, listening as closely as he could to the conversation.

'So the whore is staying with him? The old man gets a pass. For now.'

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Post AN: So there's Chapter 2….I was feeling a little cliffy…hope ya'll like this chapter….stay tuned, there will be more.