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The Longest Time
The air was thick, heavy. It reminded me of my immobile limbs hanging at my sides like concrete slabs. I tried my best, really I did, but they wouldn't move. I would have given anything just to feel my pinkie twitch.
CMCMCMCMCMCM(Morgan)
"Son of a bitch!" I fell straight forward down the stairs. My pretty boy has been kidnapped and I can't even stand up. I ripped my dark jacket off of the hanger and sprinted to my car, breaking at least three laws rushing into the office.
I glanced over at the white board in the conference room, regretting it immediately. My heart pounded in my ears, my throat, pulsed in my hands. I looked up at Hotch, refusing to allow my eyes to wander back to the board.
Which Reid should be working on, not actually on. His face, pictures of his trashed apartment, blood splatters marking the place for an eternity. Just then the seemingly only good thing left in the world slumped into the office, her face weary with exhaustion, makeup smeared down her face from tears, her voice pulled down by sadness. Pain shot through me as I knew that even Garcia couldn't keep herself together during this. Files balanced in her hands and sanity is teetering on the edge of those files. Losing itself into a place far from this one.
"The Goddess of knowledge has fou-" the files dropped from Garcia's hands. She rushed towards me and enveloped me into a warm hug, big tears, waterfalls on her face, fell onto my shoulder.
"Morgan, are you okay? What happened? Get over here so I can patch you up." I felt like the last one to get a joke, what the hell was Garcia all worked up about? I went to brush sweat of my temple and as I brought my hand down I realized what had Garcia all concerned. Red blood, thick as pudding, poured down the side of my head at an ungodly fast pace. How the hell had I not even noticed?
It didn't matter how I could have managed to miss it, because within thirty seconds of the catch up to what was going on in the real world, I was lost to this universe. Gone into my own.
CMCMCMCMCMCMCMCMCMCM(Spencer)
"Hello? Is anyone there, I- I really need something t-t-to d-drink. P-please." The words fell out of my mouth and I felt like a fool. Just then, there was a terrible grinding noise of metal against metal. A man, tall, light brown hair, entered the room through the metal door that had swung open.
"Hello, pet, how are you feeling?" The words sounded like a threat coming from his hushed voice, anger pierced in the back of my mind.
"I am not your pet you imbecile." I hissed at the mysterious man. He walked up to me and picked me up by my hair, pain ripping through my scalp as he screamed in my face.
"YOU WILL LEARN MANNERS YOU DOG!" I was now fully levitating, by my hair. I was thrown into a corner and the man walked over and began to kick me.
Everything was focused in on the feeling, pain exploding in my chest, my face, my stomach, as brutal kicks slammed into me.
Finally, the attack stopped, but that wasn't as good a thing as one would hope.
"What is your name?" It was a simple question directed towards me, I have done a lot, seen a lot for my young age, but could I really do this? How could I not though, there is no way I can take another beating like that without getting seriously injured. The internal conflict of giving the maniac what he wanted and completely degrading me, going against all of my morals. Or staying defiant, and possibly suffering more psychotic forms of torture.
"My name… My name is"
CMCMCMCMCMCMCMCMCM(Prentiss)
Morgan's chest was rising and falling steadily, a cannula was tucked beneath his nose, feeding him pure oxygen. He looked defeated, lying under the thin sheets of the hospital blanket, his eyes closed; sedated. His mouth was slack, hanging off of his jaw and for a moment he looked as though he hadn't just lost the most important thing to him in the world.
But only for a moment.
Then the memories hit me like a bullet in the back. How could we have let something like this happen to the young agent? We had turned our back for just two moments and just like that- gone.
The youngest. THEIR youngest. Gone. Disappeared into the night like a raven into blackness.
No doubt Reid was smart, his windows had been locked, doors too. Though it didn't seem to be a problem to the unsub to kick it down anyway. Reid had fought, hard. When he hadn't picked up his cell I immediately drove over to his place, it wasn't like him to not answer.
What I had found was a horror show. A shattered mirror, thrown carelessly, shards of the reflective surface scattered through the room. A broken coffee table, with blood strewn all over the floor near it. Holes in the weak plaster walls, imprints of hands, heads, one enormous one where it looked as though Reid had been thrown through. A broken mug, coffee splattered all around it. All of his precious books, thrown about, as though they were nothing.
As I remembered the scene in the hospital chair, my heart raced, and everything in my mind was telling me that I had to find Reid, had to save the youngest.
CMCMCMCMCMCMCMCMCMCM(Garcia)
My fingers flew over the keys effortlessly as my troll bobble head seemed to mock me, doing everything I could to find our boy wonder. I picked it up stared at the unseeing eyes, painted on to the plastic, and ripped the smirking things head off.
"Garcia, are you alright?" Hotch's voice came through my door, embarrassments in the form of a blush at the thought of my boss seeing me rip the head off of a toy that I once treasured. But honestly, at this moment none of my little trinkets seemed to matter, the only thing that did was finding Reid, so that's where all of my attention went.
"Yes, sir, I'm fine just…" Just what? But Hotch knew exactly what I meant.
"I know Garcia, just try not to dismantle any more toys, you might scare someone." Hotch said with something that sounded like humor, but this was Hotch we were talking about.
I couldn't even give a quirky response remarking his humor, I just turned away from him and focused back in on my screens.
Typing faster than light my first thought was to check for Reid's phone, I doubted our Unsub was stupid enough to bring it with him, but if he was I could probably turn it on and find it's location.
"Jackpot!" I quickly printed out a few files and located Reid's phone. Racing out of my office i turned to speak with Hotch.
"The Goddess of knowledge has fou-" My words stopped as I looked up at a defeated Derek, blood running down his face. I grabbed him into a long hug and cried, literally into his shoulder. He just looked broken, pale, blood stained, his eyes reminded him of someone who had just watch their brother die. I knew in all my heart that was all he could think about. Reid. If they found him like one of the other bodies we found, tossed onto the streets like garbage, it would destroy this team. I had to find the kid.
"Morgan, are you okay? What happened? Get over here so I can patch you up." Granted he was already in my arms, but for some reason he didn't seem close enough. Like this proximity wasn't good enough. I needed him to know that I was going to find the missing agent.
Morgan looked at me, confused. He brought his arm up to his head and looked surprised when he pulled it away and saw the blood.
But it didn't matter that he saw the blood, because right in that moment Derek Morgan collapsed on the ground. Be it from exhaustion, fear for his best friend, or just plain hopelessness. Derek was down for the count, and there didn't seem to be any waking him up.
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