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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.

Hello all,

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

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-Ihli

Chapter 8

Six Months had passed since Morgan had disappeared. There had been no new victims and no sign of Morgan. Garcia's squeal could be heard all the way in the bull pen. "Eureka!"

The team gathered in the conference room.

"What did you find?" JJ asked.

"I think the unsub is former Doctor Emmanuel Cavender. He used to work at Holy Cross Hospital. He was their top surgeon. He was fired nine months ago for performing unnecessary surgery, and get this, he did this without the patients consent, especially transplants. The hospital hushed it up and settled with the patients. Cavender lost his license to practice medicine."

"Why didn't we hear about this before?" Hotch bit out.

Garcia's fingers whirled over her keyboard. "Part of the settlement with the patients was that all records were sealed."

Hotch spoke without thought. "Then how did you access them?"

"Do you really want to know?" Garcia smirked.

Hotch's eyebrows flew to his hairline. "No."

Prentiss turned to Garcia. "Do you have an address on Cavender?"

"No," Garcia shook her head. Frustration laced her voice. "He dropped off the grid. He liquidated his accounts, sold his house, and cancelled his credit cards. The guy was loaded. He could live the high life for years off the cash he took out. "

"There has to be some way to track him. Reid, comb through Cavender's life. See if you can get anything from that." Hotch ordered. "Garcia, keep looking. Living completely off the grid and doing what he is doing is almost impossible. He would need medical supplies that might need to be special ordered. See what you can find out."

The search was painstaking, but the team never gave up. Garcia outdid herself researching medical equipment vendors and large orders.

At first it seemed hopeless. No large orders were made outside of hospitals. No one person made a series of small orders. But she noticed several small orders went to several different people in the Virginia, DC, and Maryland area.

She started checking the backgrounds on these people. They each had large cash accounts in the bank and very minimal backgrounds. Although the accounts were at different banks, they had all been opened within a single week. The week after Cavender dropped out of view.

She brought this information to the team and they followed up with the banks, getting copies of each person's signature.

Reid was the one who studied the hand writing on each and declared that the signatures were most likely done by the same person.

They started checking the addresses these people had given. There were various PO Boxes, but finally the unsub made a mistake. He had put one of the names on the deed for a house in Baltimore.

None of the profilers knew what they would find as they surrounded the house and entered. They cleared room after room until they arrived at a locked door.

One battering ram later, and there was Morgan, strapped to a bed, but something was strange. His abdomen looked oddly distended.

"Man, am I glad to see you guys. There's a release for the restraints outside the door."

Spencer looked around and found a lever, pulling it to release Morgan.

Morgan rubbed his wrists to get the blood flowing. "Did you get him?" His eyes gleamed with hope.

Hotch's famous glare was on full wattage. "He wasn't here."

Morgan's eyes narrowed. "Shit, he must have seen you coming."

Reid stepped closer to his friend, eyes drawn to his stomach. "Are you okay?"

Morgan ran a hand across his stomach. "I'll fine. This'll keep. Let's get this SOB."

The FBI hustled to clear out and make the scene look untouched, but the unsub never returned.

"Let's get you to the hospital. What happened?" Hotch asked gesturing at Morgan's belly.

Morgan shook his head. "I don't need a hospital."

Rossi pointed to his stomach. "But, that can't be good."

"It's fine. I'm…" Morgan looked down at the bulge, running his hand over it, looking melancholy.

"I'm…"

"It's okay, Morgan. Just tell us." Reid said in a gentle voice.

"I'm…pregnant." Morgan was glad he braced himself for all of the gasps.

"Victim five's uterus." Reid stated.

Morgan's eyes widened. "What?"

Prentiss explained. "One of the victims had her uterus removed, we couldn't figure out why."

Anger painted Morgan's face. "She's dead."

Rossi answered. "No, she's alive, he let her go."

A thousand emotions crossed Morgan's face, confusion, anger, happiness. "I have her uterus, inside me. She must be the … mother."

Rossi placed a hand on Morgan's shoulder. "Let's get you to the hospital, I bet we can remove it."

A deep growl emanated from Morgan's chest. "Back off."

"What?" Rossi's eyebrows shot to his hairline.

Morgan took a step back, up to the footboard of the bed that had been his while captive and assumed a defensive stance. "Back off. No one is removing her."

"Her?" Spencer eyes widened.

"I've seen the ultrasound; it's a girl. She's my daughter, and she's fine where she is."

Rossi shook his head. "Morgan, you can't be serious. You can't carry a baby to term."

"Oh yeah? Watch me."

Morgan agreed to go get checked out and have a full work up. Prentiss arranged for him to be attended by her OBGYN, Dr. Chilla.