"FBI, open the door," Morgan yelled in. "FBI," he yelled again, a second later the door opened and two, bulky men were staring at him.
"Derek Morgan, never thought we would see your face again, not at our doorstep anyway," A tall cacuasion man said with a wry smile.
"Where is she Benson?" he barked.
"Who ever do you mean, Derek?" A tall african american man said with a smile.
"Did you loose someone again," Matthew laughed.
"Matthew Benson, Darel Hines, you're under arrest for the kidnapping and possible murder of Casey Langston," Hotch said as the police walked in and arrested the two of them who continued to stare at Morgan and laugh.
"She's long dead by now," Benson laughed as they were led off into the police car.
"Search the premisis," Hotch said as the police and most of the team entered the house. Morgan and Hotch stayed behind. "You alright?"
"I'm having dobuts that it was them," he said.
"Why do you say that?"
"The way they were acting, I knew those guys. Yes, they're capable of it, but I don't think they did it,"
"Nothing is ever as it seems," Morgan smiled.
"No on is ever as they seem," he corrected and Hotch chuckled. "You just smiled, and with a hint of a laugh," Morgan said and Hotch went back to looking normal.
"No matter who has her, we will find her," he said. "You haven't slept in two days, go to the hotel, get some sleep," he said.
"No, I'm not staying at the hotel. I'm only twenty minutes away from home, I'll stay there. I need to be with my family right now," he said and Hotch nodded.
"Be at the police station at seven," Hotch said. "Get some rest," he added as Morgan walked to one of the cars and drove off. Now that he was alone it was harder to hide his feelings, to hide his sorrow. Tears fell down his cheeks as he drove through Chicago until he finally reached his mothers house. He pulled himself together and got out of the car. As he walked up to the fromt door he paused and took a deep breath before knocking. His sister opened the door.
"Derek, you're home," she said hugging him around the neck. He nodded.
"It's nice to see you," he said.
"Hey mama, Derek's home," she called and a second later his mother came speeding to the door.
"Derek, it's so good to see you, why are you here?" she asked.
"Case in Evanston, at the collage,"
"What happened?"
"We re-opened Casey's case," he said and his mother hugged him.
"Oh baby, I'm so sorry,"
"She's alive mama," he said as she kissed him on the cheek. "After all these years, she alive," he said and his mother pulled him into the house and sat him on the couch.
"Come on baby boy, you can't let this get to you again," she said.
"I promised Casey that I would protect her, then she ends up missing and this morning we get a video feed from ten years ago, the night before I left, taken from somewhere outside Caseys window, with audio and everything. The perosn sending it was talking to me specifically, and Casey was screaming in the background. They said that we had fourty eight hours to find her before a piece of her ended up on my doorstep," he said and his mother wrapped an arm around him.
"You'll find her baby,"
"She was the enitre reason I started at the BAU, I wanted to find her killer, now I'm trying to find her again," a few tears excaped his eyes. "Someone up there really hates me, enough to take away so much," he said and his mother shook her head.
"You are never given more than you can handle," she said.
"You remind me of a priest I met a few months ago, he said the exact same thing," he added and she smiled.
"Mama's always right though," she said as his sisters walked in.
"Hey Derek," they both said at the same time. He smiled a bit and leaned his head back, closing his eyes. A few silent minutes later the phone rang.
"Hello?" his mother answered the phone.
"Derek Morgan," was all the male voice said. His mother handed him the phone.
"Hello?"
"She's right here," the voice spoke in a rhaspy tone. "If you want to see her alive again, come to the football field, midnight tonight, alone," the voice chuckled.
"YOU BETTER NOT HURT HER YOU SON OF A BITCH!!!" Morgan screamed.
"DEREK PLEASE HELP ME!" A female voice cried and screamed. "DEREK PLEASE!!!,"
"Midnight, alone," the voice said.
"WHERE IS SHE!?! YOU SON OF A BITCH ANSWER ME! WHERE IS SHE!?!" the phone clicked.
"Derek, baby, what's wrong,"
"What time is it?"
"Eleven fifteen," his one sister said.
"I've gotta go," he said as he dropped the phone and rushed out of the door and to the car. He sped his entire way there, careful not to get stopped by a cop. He was there faster than he expected. It was fifteen minutes to midnight. He sat in the car and waited.
XXX
Meanwhile...
"That boy's gonna get himslef killed for this case," Morgans sister said sitting on the couch next to his mother.
"Derek is a smart boy, he'll be alright," she said.
"Casey? Do you think she's still alive?"
"It'll be a miracle if she is," his mother said. "A plain miracle,"
XXX - MIDNIGHT
Morgan walked out onto the football field. No one was there. Than a voice spoke. "On the bench," the rhaspy voice said. Morgan walked over to the benches and a small computer screen sat there. "Turn it on," the voice said again. Morgan flipped it on.
"Casey," his voice was low and almost childlike. She was in a dark room, crying. There was only one light in the room and he could barely see her, but he knew that the girl in the video was Casey. And in the corner there was a small flashing light that read 'live feed'. "She is alive," he whispered.
"Now you know she's alive, all you have to do is find her, or by six a.m. saturday, she'll be dead," the voice said.
"WHERE ARE YOU!?! SHOW YOU'RE SELF YOU COWARD!"
"Come on Derek, be nice. We were friends after all. I think it is so sweet that you would lead the FBI in the other direction, to those two bone heads,"
"WHO ARE YOU!?!"
"You'll figure it out, let's hope that it's in time,"the voice said. "Good bye Derek," there was a click and the voice was gone. But the live video feed was still running. Another click and the voice came back. "Oh, and you can keep that, I want you to watch me kill her. Don't worry, it's an international feed, she can be anywhere right now. But you'll always see her, and hear her. But she can't hear you, not if I don't want it,"
"Let me talk to her," he said, his voice chaking with sadness and anger.
"For a moment," the connection clicked.
"Casey," Morgan said softly, her head shot up.
"Derek, Derek where are you? Please help me,"
"I'll find you baby, don't you worry about that, I'll find you. You're gonna be alright," he said.
"Please hurry,"
"I will, I love you,"
"I love you too," she said through tears and then the connection clicked again. He stared at the screen.
"Six a.m.,"
"Why are you doing this?"
"You're the profiler, so profile," the connection clicked off. Morgan took the screen and held it to his chest.
"I will find you," he said as he took off in a run towards the car. He drove to his mothers house instead. He held the screen in his arms as he walked through the door.
"Baby?" his mother said but he just shook his head and walked to his old room. He placed the screen on the pillow and got changed. He moved the screen a little bit and laid down in his navy blue boxer shorts and navy blue tee shirt. As he looked at the screen again he felt all of his feelings come rushing towards him again and he broke down, harder than he had in years. Finding her was his life, now he had a deadline and no leeds. He turned over and shut his light off, laid back down and closed his eyes tight until he was fast asleep.
That didn't last long. Two hours later Morgan jumped up off of his pillow, sweating like crazy. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and held his head in his hands. "You're loosin' it man," he said to himself. "Get a grip, she needs you right now," he said again running his hands over his head. He reached over to the counter and felt for the light switch. "Gun, no, Badge, no, Swith, there you are," he said as he finally reached it. He looked on the counter for his phone and picked it up. He paused for a moment to think before opening it up and dialing his supervisors number.
"Morgan?" Hotch asked through the phone.
"Hotch, yeah, it's me. Are you guys still at the department?"
"It doesn't look like we're leaving any time soon," he said. "Why?"
"I've gotta come in,"
'You need to sleep,"
"Hotch, listen to me. I got a call about four hours ago, telling me to meet them at the football field to prove that Casey is still alive,"
"Did you go?"
"Of course,"
"You had no authorization or backup,"
"No one was there, but there was a computer device, it holds a live feed of where ever Casey is. I talked to the man that took her. He's still out there, and I know him. I don't know who it is, but he said that I used to be his friend. I was able to talk to her for a moment,"
"You talked to her?"
"Yes, she's scared Hotch, we have to find her. I'm comming in,"
"Morgan, you need sleep,"
"I'll sleep when I get there, if I can," he said.
"I'll see you soon then and we can have Garcia try to trace the video feed," he said as the phoneline disconnected and Morgan stood up.
He paced around his room for a while before getting dressed and picking up the video feed. He rushed towards the door and to the car. "Relax Derek, you'll find her, alive," he assured himself as he drove off into the night. Twenty minutes later he was parking at the Police station. He walked in with the screen still cluched in his hand. He sighed and walked over to Hotch.
"Morgan," J.J. said, suprised.
"Here," he handed the screen to Hotch.
"Call Garcia, see if she can get a track on this," he said to J.J. who did so immediatly.
"Will we find her?" Morgan asked.
"Yes, we will find her," he said with a reassuring nod.
"Garcia is tracking it now, but this could be streaming from anywhere,"
"It's not them, but they're involved," Morgan said.
"How do you know?"
"I know, who ever took her isn't strong enough to face me himself. He might not have been strong enough to take her. She may have been scared but she is not weak,"
"What do you mean?"
"She could kick my ass, she's a second degree black belt it katate," he said with a smile. "The person had to be atleast twice her size to grab her, no dobut in my mind," he said.
"Morgan why don't you go talk to the two of them and we'll try to narrow down the search, take this," he handed the screen back to Morgan. "It might help,"
"Benson is in room 1, Hines is in room 2," Emily said as Morgan headed to room 1 first.
To be continued...