Chapter 10

Good and Bad News

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Derek didn't believe in destiny until today. He was exiting the building to go to the nearest coffee shop, fighting the urge to strangle agent Jareau. He needed to clear his head a little. He sighed deeply, and thought about how he wanted nothing more than to go home, maybe to torture the doll a little, when he spotted her in the queue.

He had made enough research to know what she looked like, so he immediately recognized Penelope Garcia. She was wearing coloured clothes, mostly yellow, which was fitting well with her blond hair. She was chubby but it was far from ugly and there was something sensual and full of life in her movements and manners. Derek wasn't disappointed at all. She got what she ordered and sat at a table, alone.

Morgan was thinking about a way to approach her as he was waiting for his coffee. After all, she would certainly not recognize him, and he wasn't going to tell her something like: 'Hi! I'm the guy who saved you from a paedophile years ago and killed him in the process. Would you like a drink?'

No. He got what he ordered and with a simple glance across the room, he got an idea, it was really simple. He walked toward her table, and once he was just before her, she raised her head, and looked a little surprised.

"Excuse me, miss, can I sit here?"

"Sure."

She gave him a little grin, and he was somehow feeling a little troubled at the sight of her eyes. They were lovely, very bright.

"Thanks, you are saving my life. The only others seats available were beside those teens, or else, there was this one with those…"

He looked at the table he was talking about, and Garcia followed his gaze. Four seats, only one was still free, the three others were taken by a group of bimbos who could have been pretty if they weren't wearing so much make-up and slutty clothes. They had no elegance, they were talking too loudly, and they were eying every cute guy lustfully. Garcia laughed a little.

"They would have eaten you alive!"

Derek laughed with her, and they began to discuss a little.

"Do you often come here?" Asked she

"No, I'm around for the work. There is a FBI's conference near, and I'm a cop, so I was assigned to the security. Now it's over, so I decided to relax."

"A cop! My God I better behave!"

"Ah that's for sure, though I must say I love to have a good reason to handcuff cute ladies."

For a moment he feared she would be offended or scared, but she just laughed even more.

"Naughty cop!"

He was relieved, they shared the same sense of humour. She went a little more serious.

"What is this conference about?"

"There are serial murderers in the city. They killed many people and the FBI is here to help us catch them."

"Yeah, I heard about it, the murders were really horrible as I know."

"Oh there is no word."

He was confused right now, because it looked like she was concerned, but somehow, he could see in her vibrant eyes, a twinge of curiosity and…Fascination? Maybe he was imagining things, because he wished her to be like him.

"What about you, do you come here often?" Wondered he

"Nope. I am just here because one of my friends told me there is an internet connection here, and I need to use the web to find a job."

Her voice had changed a little, some venom laced with and frustration. Derek cocked his head a little.

"Something went wrong with your boss?"

She looked at him astonished. He lowered his head a little and chuckled.

"Sorry. After being a cop for years, I am used to guess things like that, but I know I shouldn't…"

"No, it's okay."

She marked a slight pause after interrupting him, and he waited for her to talk, while drinking his coffee. She shrugged her shoulders and simply said:

"Yeah, what do you want? Life is not a wish-granting factory."

He didn't ask for more. After all, he was only a stranger, if he went asking questions, she could be offended by his curiosity, or feel a little spied on. So he changed the subject, and they spent the time talking about random things for almost twenty minutes, until he received a call from McGee, who told him the chief wanted them all to the Station.

"Well, I have to go. Can I ask you your name, by the way?"

"Penelope Garcia. What about you?"

"Derek Morgan."

"Okay…Well…"

"Would you like to take a drink with me, tomorrow, maybe?"

"Yeah, sure. Hum…Where?"

They planned their next encounter, exchanged phone numbers, and Derek left, knowing it would be bad if he was too late, the Chief hated that. He was feeling better than ever. He just wanted to go home, right now but he couldn't. He and the other cops listened to the chief and the BAU giving them instructions and new information about the killers. They told them the Unsubs had watched, and would certainly give signs after this press conference. Derek swore to himself it wouldn't be the case. He was satisfied to see they were obviously lost.

It was late when the chief called it a day for his men; the BAU would still be working while Morgan would enjoy the rest of the evening. He put some orders on his desk quickly; McGee did the same but with much more precaution than him. It was some kind of addiction to neatness; it was a subject of derision for a lot of officers. One of them saw this and laughed:

"Hey, McGee, how are things going at loonies' land?"

Derek rolled his eyes, and defended his partner immediately.

"Shut the fuck up, Donnie."

The colleague who had thrown the nasty comment scoffed and went away. Derek was quite fed up with this attitude, plus it wasn't the right moment. His partner was tired and it was obvious. He was working too much, he and Derek had been removed from their usual sector to take care of the case, but McGee wouldn't stop keeping an eye on it.

"Hey, don't work too much, okay?"

"Thanks, Morgan. Where were you by the way?"

"Ah, at a coffee shop, I met a girl there."

"Let me guess, nice looking girl, and you asked her on a date."

"You got it all, man!"

After saying goodbye to his partner he finally went home. The house was silent, although he saw the couple's car parked in the alley.

"Guys, anyone here?"

No answer. He shrugged, maybe they were in the garden, or had gone out for a walk. It was fine with him; he liked to have the house for himself from time to time. He took off his shoes and vest, and then sat for a moment on the couch, relaxing. His mind wandered and he remembered the doll…With a smile, he left the couch and went to the cellar.

He opened the door and turned on the light to reveal a tied up Jordan. She raised her head to look at him, she wasn't blindfolded anymore. Derek felt a wave of excitement when he saw some fear in her eyes. She was trying to keep her composure, but it was hard. She had a lot of bandages and blood smeared her clothes. Emily had played a lot. He advanced slowly toward her, without a word and began to turn around the chair she was tied on. She tensed a little more and her eyes went full of anger.

"What do you want? Can you stop turning around me like a vulture?"

He chuckled, crouched before her, rested his arms on her laps, and looked her in the eyes.

"You know your stupid blond friend made a press conference, she mentioned you. Yes, her name is Jareau, or something like this. The one everyone call JJ. What a stupid nickname, by the way."

Jordan opened her mouth to say something, but Derek continued.

"It's good for her, stupid whining bitch deserve stupid nicknames, don't you think?"

"I don't think you are in position to judge anyone, especially my colleagues! You are the lowest thing I've ever seen!"

This sentence owned her a punch in the face. She didn't back off however, she hated him with her guts, she wanted to lower him as much as she could. The mention of her colleagues searching for her made her doubts and fear vanish for a moment.

"Ah! That's all you can do! You have nothing to answer, because you know it's true. Emily told me her story. I would really like to hear what sort of excuse you got!"

Derek took her chin roughly in one hand:

"I don't know what you are thinking, doll, but believe one thing: I've seen more human trash than you ever will. In contrary to little bitches and fuckers like you who rather stay blind and hide behind a moral they invented to justify their coward behaviour, we know who needs to die, who needs to be punished. So show more respect from now on. Don't worry, I'm gonna teach you some manners."

He untied her to her great surprise and she immediately tried to get up and run, but he grabbed her by the hair and threw her to the floor. She let out a yelp of pain, and she felt the air forced out of her lungs when he gave her a violent kick in the stomach. He continued to kick her several times, in the ribs or in the stomach. Then he grabbed her by the hair again and made her stand up.

"Come on, you little bitch, get up!"

She struggled, trying to unclasp his hands from her hair as she was forced on her feet. She felt a sharp pain because of the burns inflicted earlier. He threw her against a wall this time. The right side of her face made contact with the hard surface, she saw faint lights, she was all dizzy and she had to put her hands at each side of her head to keep balance. She began to push herself away from the wall, when Derek grabbed her neck and forced her head against it. She winced and moaned in pain. She felt his presence so close, their body were touching. She closed her eyes as she felt his breath against her ear.

"You'll never get out of here, Helena, never."

He emphasized her new name as if he wanted to make her understand she could forget everything she had in the past. Still holding her neck, he pushed her off the wall violently, and went to punch her again, but she dodged this time, and threw herself at him. She didn't care if he was stronger. She would fight.

He was waiting for this, it allowed the woman to lend a punch to his face, and she swore she felt his nose crack under her fist. He let out a gasp and she punched him again but in the stomach this time. Her feet were screaming in pain but she ignored it. He took a few steps back, and she assaulted him again, but this time he was ready. He landed a punch on her face again, and she fell on the ground. As he was about to kick her, she rolled on her side to avoid it and quickly but painfully went back on feet.

"You fucking slut!"

His nose was bleeding, though it didn't seem broken. She avoided the next assault, and punched him in the ribs. The blow was effective, but her arm was grabbed, and she was turned round, her arm twisted behind her back.

"What are you gonna do now?"

She used her elbow to hit him on his side, stomped her foot on his own and it made his grip weaken enough for her to free herself, but soon, some of the cuts Emily made earlier reopened again, making her pain grow. She turned to face him and sent the side of her hand in his throat. The man's breath was cut off, and she landed a kick in his stomach, sending him to the floor. She took the occasion and ran to the stairs. It was difficult for her to do this because of the burns but she made it up a couple of steps, until Morgan gripped her ankle and pulled violently on it, making her lose balance. She fell forward, her head hitting the stairs. Morgan dragged her down by the ankle and brought her to the chair, she didn't resist this time, she was half-conscious. He tied her back, swearing he would be more careful in the future. He didn't think she would have been able to defend herself like that; she was only a slender woman after all.

He heard footsteps, and the door opened to reveal Emily and Spencer who looked confused and concerned. Spencer was only wearing pyjama's pants, and Emily was in a night robe. Derek grinned as he got why they didn't answer when he came home.

"Shit, what happened to your nose?"

"Oh, I wanted to teach Emily's doll some manners and she decided to play rough."

Spencer nodded, as he looked more closely to the wound, under the protest of Derek who didn't like being examined much.

"Stop this, Spencer."

"If it's broken, you better know it."

"It's not. I am not a kid, okay?"

He left to take care of it himself. Reid rolled his eyes at Morgan's pride and looked at his wife. She was pushing some locks away from Jordan's face, and she shook her shoulder to bring her back to reality.

"Helena, wake up."

"I…My name's not…"

He eyes fluttered several times, and Emily understood immediately that even after the beating she received, her doll still got the will to fight. But it was okay; she had an emergency weapon in case. Her doll didn't know yet what happened to the young agent. Maybe it was time to tell her.

"You are a little fighter, Helena, aren't you? It's sad your colleague wasn't."

Jordan frowned at this. She was in great pain and felt numb but she understood perfectly what Emily told her; yet she didn't want to believe it.

"What?"

"The agent, hum…What was her name darling?"

"Seaver, a young one."

"Yeah, the agent Seaver, well, I wasn't there, but my husband and Derek told me that she didn't react quickly enough. Only two blows of axe and she was dead."

Jordan's face crumbled at this new information. Seaver was dead; she had been killed by those psychos. She felt even number, of all the horrors she had gone through since she came here, this moment was surely the worst. On the top of all, the doctor continued.

"Yep. She saw you getting knocked out and she stayed there like an idiot, it's only when I approached her with my axe that she reacted. She tried to grab her gun! I only needed to slice her shoulder and she was on the ground, and you know what?"

Jordan was crying silently, clenching her jaw in order to avoid making any sound, she knew they wanted it. The man crouched to be at her level, and waited for her to look at him. She finally did with tearful eyes, and he was smirking. He was a real sadist.

"After that, as she was panting like a dog on the floor I beheaded her, it was so easy to cut her neck, you can't even imagine. Derek and I made a feast over her body after that. We let only the head untouched so your team would recognize her, but the rest…"

Jordan lowered her head and sobbed, she didn't care anymore if it was pleasing them or not. She wanted to yell at him, tell him to stop, but she was unable to say anything.

"Her body was turned into pulp," continued Spencer slowly, "but according to me she was prettier like that. I wonder how your team reacted when they saw her. How do you think they reacted?"

Jordan let out a louder sob as she imagined Ashley in the same state at the victims; she was so young, so full of energy and life, and now she was dead, her head away from her body. She felt a wave of nausea, and she was barely able to contain it. Spencer and Emily were watching her with satisfied smirks; the pale brunette put her hand on her husband's shoulder, and answered for Jordan:

"I think they cried. I wonder if the blond bitch fainted…Come Spencer, I think we should prepare another room for Helena."

Jordan didn't even pay attention to this. The couple exited the cellar, leaving her to grief. Emily and Spencer would come back later to heal her wounds.

Morgan went to them when he heard them come back. His nose had stopped to bleed, and as he thought, it wasn't broken.

"Like I told you, it's fine (Spencer rolled his eyes again), now I have things to tell you."

They listened to everything he said. When Derek was done talking about the BAU's conclusions, both Emily and Spencer agreed they shouldn't give any sign of life, in order to confuse them. There was no way they would give any hint. Then they talk about the Press conference. Morgan wasn't surprised when Emily and Spencer told him about their reaction, and he gladly shared his own thought, telling them how he wished he could have taken his bat and hears JJ's bones crack under it. Then, he passed to the best part, his meeting with Garcia. Both Spencer and Emily listened with attention. At the end, Emily clasped her hands together and had a huge smile. Spencer was happy for his friend, Derek deserved it; he was also curious to see again the girl they waved years ago.

"I knew it!" Exclaimed she, "I knew you would meet her again! Oh God, you have to introduce me and Spence to her quick!"

"She didn't recognize you?"

"No, and I couldn't tell her. But I will one day."

With that, the trio seriously envisaged the idea they of finally being a foursome of killers.

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