Fortunes IV
The answers they find aren't the ones they were looking for…
(Continued from Chapter 25: Fortunes III)
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Someone had wrapped a blanket around her. It was white dotted like the night sky with threads of neon blue. Morgan was fine, wrapped in his own—bright orange—blanket. Missing his eyebrows, but alive. Hotch was livid that someone had attempted to explode three of his agents.
"I can't believe you rescued the cat before me," Prentiss grumbled, watching firefighters hose the flames. Reid, sitting next to her with the tabby still wrapped in his coat, chuckled. "Ass."
"She's cute," he replied with a wink, tickling the cat's nose. "I think I'll call her Prentiss."
"You wouldn't dare."
He did.