A/N- Wow.

Just... Just... erggh.

Wow.

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Okay. Calm down, calm down calm down! Breathe in, breathe out...

*Exits room for a moment to regain herself*

Ahem. I apologize for my all out spazz attack. Sorry bout the flailing too- I hope I didn't knock over anything valuable-

Oops.

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Okay- story time. I am sorry if anyone though my last post was sort of confusing to the mind, but I hope this one will be easier to follow. Here is my latest works!


Chapter 6- Slipping Through the Cracks

Morgan was just walking towards the small headquarters the BAU had set up in the local police facility. Inhaling, drawing a shaky breath, he put one foot in front of the other. He still felt faint from the events that had happened that day. He should be able to deal with this stuff, but he knew he'd never be able to. Child abuse was always a touchy subject for him, especially when he felt strangely responsible for the fate of these children.

The police would be there tomorrow to question the kids. They would have been there sooner, but nearly everyone was busy working the murder case. Morgan had begged the chief to allow some more access to the children, but he'd been brutally denied.

Shaking out of his angry thoughts, he realized that he was about to hit the closed door. Digging in his heels, he just avoided breaking his nose. He cursed to himself; this was exactly what had happened when he hit those kids. Morgan decided he should work on becoming more perceptive to things other than a human being's thoughts and emotions.

Morgan strode into the room, struggling to conjure up a bright and bubbly Morgan-like facade he hid behind so often. Here goes nothing...


"Guys, I think I got something!" the bright voice sounded through the room just as Morgan walked in. Prentiss gazed up at him slightly, and then returned her attention to Garcia, who was speaking with them via speakerphone.

"What is it?" Rossi questioned, nose buried in his file.

"Kay, while looking up more details on the camp, I stumbled upon a sloppy yet informational site. It was their poorly made website that yielded some interesting facts. There was a list of all the camp employees- I have just sent them and they should be uploaded onto your phones in, wait for it, 5...4...3...2...-"

A chorus of beeps played through the room.

"All right, thanks Baby Girl!" Morgan spoke at last, rubbing his exhausted eyes.

"Oh, boo, don't think you can get rid of me that easily," Garcia whispered in a sultry tone.

A few chuckles were heard, but they died down as Prentiss began to relay what she'd learned.

"This is perfect! I was speaking with Lucy Whiteman today and she said that Megan told her about a peculiar man that worked at the camp. Apparently, to what Lucy concurred, he wasn't in his right mind.

"Was he a counselor, or just a worker?" Rossi has sat up, finally giving his full attention and acknowledging everyone in the room.

"No, just some sort of staff." Prentiss replied.

"Garcia, run each and every name on the list." Hotch demanded, stony expression.

"Already on it, kind sir!" They could all envision the cheeky grin graced on the tech-girls face at the moment. Then there was a subtle click, and the blonde's voice was no longer heard.

Rossi piped up. "I think I might have found something too. You see, at first, all I was paying attention to at first were the crime scenes. I had a rough geographical profile, but I had a strange feeling that something was missing, you know? So I cross referenced it with the dump sites, and found that they were all a meager average of 4 miles from the campground. That's walking distance." Rossi finished, looking at the others faces, searching for a slight slip of emotions. He scolded himself, knowing they weren't allowed to profile each other.

"Perfect. So we now know he most likely doesn't drive, and lives at the camp. This means he most likely had a feeble education, and might be a bit slow. We should know his name soon enough. Evidence will be back tomorrow, and Garcia should have her results. Good work today, people. Head down to the hotel and get some rest." Hotch finished, and began tucking away his papers into his file.

A few shallow whoops were heard, but they were all well on their way to the SUV's when someone spoke up again.

"I don't think I am coming with you guys to the hotel." Morgan finally told Hotch.

"Why not?" The blank tone was so hard to read. God, Morgan thought to himself, does the guy aver reveal a hint of his own humanity, or is he like a robot?

So Morgan filled him in on the day's disastrous turn when he'd made the ignorant mistake of not taking in notice of his surroundings. As he finished he averted his gaze, he secretly tried to shake off his shame.

"Well, that is very kind. I support you in your decision to take hold of the situation. Head down to the hospital, make sure they are okay, do whatever you need to do. I just need you to be able to pay attention to the case tomorrow, so try to get some sleep. That's all I ask." Hotch ordered, his bossy tone a bit warmer than usual.

Morgan nodded gratefully. He shifted uncomfortably as he watched his superior hop into a black car and race away. Turning, he trekked toward his own car, mind set and reeling.


A young man sat with his prize, his angel.

"So beautiful..." he murmured, gently caressing her smooth cheek.

She drew away from him in disgust. She kept doing this, to which reasons he didn't know. Smacking her once more, he glared straight back. She met him with the same level of hatred.

He softened his gaze, and shifted his weight so he could sit closer to her.

"Let me tell you a story." It came out childish and playful, to the extent in which it confused Megan.

Reliving his fateful tale, he began in a voice that sounded far too young for a man of his age.

"Once upon a time, there was a small boy. A boy who was always teased for his lack of brain. He didn't know why people were so mean to him, he could never comprehend it." He began playfully, but the sentence sunk into a depressed voice soon after. He stuttered over the longer words, as if he was unsure of their pronunciation.

"One day, he arrived at school and was cornered by the big bad bullies, the ones who never let him go to class not harmed." He remembered distinctly, every time he walked out of the doors of his classrooms, he was never left unscathed.

"They hurt him real bad. When he got out of the hospital two weeks later, his parents wouldn't let him go nowhere without them. They would take him to a place, a good place. It was a happy place called Campground. This is where he and Daddy would go fishing, and where he and Mommy would read in the hot. It was where he and Sister would splash in the cool wet.

"I live in Campground, did you know that? We are sitting there right now. Can you feel the happiness?"

All Megan could feel was an oppressing sense of dread. Oblivious to her obvious dicomfort, the man continued on with his story.

"Then one day, there was a loud crash while he and them were driving to Campground. The angels took away his daddy and mommy and sister and left without him. But not before Sister whispered to him, 'Someday you will find your own angel. When you do, she will be beautiful and smart and kind, and will take you to be with us.' That was when the life faded out of her." His eyes were glazed over in tears as he wistfully continued.

"I have tried so many angels, but none have been able to bring me to them. That is why you are here. You are my angel, and you will take me to my family. If you can't, well, I guess you can join the others."

Horror washed over Megan's face as she realized that, with this insane request, she would never make it out of this alive.


JJ slipped through the silent hallways, curving and twisting, solely focused on one thing- Spencer. After sneaking away after the hopefully last nurse had left, she'd followed the signs to the room she vaguely remembered hearing throughout the nurses conversation. The snippets of the sentences she'd caught assured her that it belonged to the "dearest little boy, and a genius at that". JJ smirked. Typical Spencer.

Screeching to a sudden halt, she nearly screamed out in agony. But she managed to dull the cry down into a muffled gasp.

Note to self- running with three broken ribs is a definite no-no.

She fumbled with the knob, trying to be as quiet as possible. Opening a door with both arms in a splint proved quite difficult. Just as she got a fair grasp on it, a large meaty hand ripped her from it. She actually did cry out this time; the sob vibrated against her lips. The hands stayed there, and yanked her frail body up, making her whimper swirl through the air once more.

She knew these hands. They didn't belong to a gentle nurse politely ushering her back to the room she was supposed to be in. No, these calloused, dry, and large hands were all too familiar.

You remember things like this when there are bruises shaped exactly like them marring your body.


Matthew Thompson was marveling how brilliant he was when he found himself gaping at the petite blonde failing at opening the door. Regaining his composure after a few seconds of well-deserved utter shock, he shook it off.

So the little brat had the same idea as he did? Well, this simply won't do. Spencer only deserves one visitor this evening.

He was hidden by the flickering shadows, and had cautiously been slinking toward the door. But then she arrived and made him stop dead in his tracks. Matthew regulated his breathing, the loud and ragged puffs of air dying into silent wisps of mist.

He was going to find her her after he got the boy, but hey, you take what you get, right? So, mustering up as much courage and dignity humanly possible, he slowly crept behind her. Just in time, because she'd finally begun to open the door. He tugged her back, and listened to the miserable sob she'd choked out. Hoisting her back up to her feet, he whispered the first thing that came to mind in her ear.

"The plan is simple. Go in there, act like you are alone, and talk to him. Do it long enough so I can sneak up behind him and drug him. Any funny business and you both die." He added the last threat in, emphasizing its meaning as he slid a sleek blade from under his jacket.

She nodded mutely, her trembling form causing adrenaline to surge through his veins. Matthew smiled wickedly, and began to steer them towards the door. Opening it noiselessly, he shoved her in. All he had to do now was wait. Wait for the right moment.


She couldn't believe she was doing this. JJ knew she shouldn't be betraying Spencer like this, but all she could remember of when this thought hit her was the glint of the blade she knew Sir was carrying. So she gulped down her fear, and did everything he'd asked.

When she was pushed in, her footsteps had made Spencer turn his head towards her. She could just make out the sight of his bright eyes settling on her and widening in surprise. She drew a shaky breath, preparing herself for what was to come.

"Spencer?" she whispered, voice breathy and cracking. She saw his face light up in contentment, and then contort in confusion.

"JJ!" he exclaimed. "What in the world are you doing here?" He sounded harsh, but underneath the demand was a small smile that was itching onto his face, she could just tell. She wanted to laugh at his eyes that were always filled to the brim with whatever he was feeling, but then remembered the predicament. Her face darkened and fell.

"I- ummm..." She could see Sir getting closer to Spencer in her peripheral vision, and she couldn't help but let a few tears drip. How could this be happening?

"Spence- just remember that I love you, alright? Remember that you will always be my brother, no matter what." While Spencer's face twisted even more, Sir settled directly behind him, about to make his move.

"Just try to forgive me," JJ mumbled out, right as Sir pressed a strange cloth to the young boy's mouth. His eyes frantically searched hers as he tried to whip his head around. After a moment his struggling ceased and his head drooped to the side. She paled instantly as she saw Sir rushed toward her, pressing the cloth firmly against her lips. She tried to scream, but instead found herself gulping in whatever the rag was soaked in. Lightheadedness followed suit, and she soon fell to the ground with a sickening thud.


Matthew chuckled, and began the tiring task of heaving the two children onto his shoulder and escaping. He had the route planned out and everything. Pride surged through him, and he smiled inspite of himself.

Though the two brats were unnaturally skinny, they were dead weight, turning the seemingly simple task into a huge workout. He stealthily sped through the winding hallways without being seen, and ended up slipping out the rear entrance. Walking out into the calm night; he reached his small car. Matthew hopped in his car and plopped the others in the back. He drove away, completely unnoticed.

Everything was falling into place. Perfect.

Life was finally beginning to look up.

Finally.


A/N- What? I did not just do that. Oh wait- YES I DID! Oh come on, it's a CM fic! There's gotta be a kidnapping for it to officially be one! Doy!

Apologies for anything- citicism is highly appreciated. I have NO idea how accurate ANY of this is, so please don't flame about that. Please?

Rand Factoids for dis chapta (which I hoped you found entertaining)-

On average, 100 people choke to death on ballpoint pens every year.

On the average, 12 newborns will be given to the wrong parents daily.

Adolf Hitler's mother seriously considered having an abortion but was talked out of it by her doctor.

Brains are more active sleeping than watching TV

Right handed people live, on average, nine years longer than left handed People do.

If the population of China walked past you in single line, the line would never end because of the rate of reproduction

China has more English speakers than the United States.

If you leave Tokyo by plane at 7:00am, you will arrive in Honolulu at Approximately 4:30pm the previous day.

101 Dalmatians and Peter Pan are the only two Disney animated features in which both the parents are present and don't die throughout the movie.

Calico cats are the only cats that can see colors.

Every child in Belgium is required by law to take harmonica lessons while in primary school.

A shrimp's heart is in its head.

A cats urine glows under black light.

A pregnant goldfish is called a twit.

Whoa, das is a LOT! Thanks to all o you people, sorry for me not putting you up, I guess I am just an ignorant imbecile.

THANK YOU EVERYONE!

Love, the BerterLoverLeaper

PS- Nugget has met a very lovely ostrich named Chicken.

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