Profiler, Profiled- 2:12

Harita's POV

WARNING!: TALK OF MOLESTATION!

"Nothing's happening." JJ muttered.

"Watch." Spencer yelped. JJ, Penelope, and I were surrounding Spencer, watching his magic trick. We were staring at the black capsule, and it was fizzing. Suddenly, it shot into the air, and we all cheered. That was until the capsule hit Emily in the head, and she was moaning in pain.

"I'm so sorry, Emily." Spencer apologized.

"What was that?" Emily asked.

"Don't you recognize a rocket when you see one?" Penelope answered.

"I- I was merely demonstrating a physics law I- I-I didn't mean to hit-" Spencer stuttered.

"Oh, show me?" Emily headed towards us, and stood right next to me.

"All right. Uh... well, turn around, please." Spencer ordered.

"Turn around?"

"Yeah, he's not gonna show you how it's done." JJ answered.

"A magician-"

"Doesn't reveal his secrets. Yeah, yeah, we get it doofus." I finished, smacking Spencer's head before we turned around.

"But I thought you said it was physics?" Emily questioned, skeptical.

"Physics… magic." Spencer mumbled.

"Trust me, it will not do you any good to argue with him." JJ stated.

"All right, all right, turn back and observe." Spencer announced. We all turned right back around, and watched the black capsule, waiting for it to fly up in the air. Eventually, it did, and we all cheered. Unfortunately, Hotch walked in at the wrong moment, and the capsule landed right near his foot. Emily and I hurried back to our desks, while JJ and Penelope picked up files, the four of us pretending that we were doing something else, instead of watching Reid do his 'Physics tricks'.

"Physics magic?" Hotch asked, as we bent down, picking up the capsule.

"Yes, sir." Spencer peeped.

"Reid, we talked about this." Hotch warned.

"I'm sorry, sir."

"Really starting to get some distance on those." Hotch congratulated. He gave back the capsule to Ried, and returned to his office. Reid had a huge smile on his face.

"So he does have a sense of humor." Emily whispered to me.

"Sometimes." I replied. Once Emily transferred to the BAU, I requested that she should take the empty desk next to me. I wanted her to sit next to someone who she was familiar with, hence being me.

"Hey, where's Morgan." Emily asked out loud.

"In Chicago. He goes there every year for his mother's birthday." Reid answered.

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"Hey, Hotch, I'm heading home-" I got cut off my Hotch.

"Stay." Hotch sternly said.

"Excuse you?"

"Morgan's been arrested." Anger took over me.

"What?! Why?"

"Homicide."

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*CUE INTRO*

(For one of the 'pictures' in the intro, imagine Harita fidgeting with a pen, looking at a map with her left eyebrow raised.)

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"'All secrets are deep, all secrets become dark. That's in the nature of secrets.' Writer, Cory Doctorow." - SSA Derek Morgan

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"Special agent Hotchner, FBI I'm looking for Detective Gordinski." Hotch announced once we arrived at the Chicago PD office.

"How are you guys doing? Wally Dennison, CPD." Dennison introduced.

"Where's Agent Morgan?" Hotch asked.

"Detective Gordinski's in with the suspect now I need to see him. When my partner's finished talking to him." Dennison explained.

"I have your superintendent's personal cell number, and in the interest of not running roughshod over another police agency I've resisted calling him so far. I need to see Agent Morgan now." Hotch demanded. As much of a 'Karen' Hotch sounded like, I don't blame him. I would've done the same thing if one of my children- I mean colleagues got arrested.

"I'll get Gordinski. He's the, uh, primary." Dennison left to go get him.

"Detective Gordinski, CPD." Gordinski said, shaking hands with Hotch.

"You think an FBI Agent, a BAU profiler committed a homicide?" Hotch asked.

"Actually, three homicides at least, over 15 years." Gordinski corrected.

"You- you think he's a serial killer." JJ stuttered.

"This is ridiculous." Spencer exclaimed.

"And fucking stupid." I added.

"Has he been charged with anything?" Hotch asked.

"I got 72 hours for that." Gordinski replied.

"I'd like to see him." Hotch ordered.

"Be my guest." Dennison led Hotch to Morgan's room.

"Agent Gideon, right?" Gordinski asked.

"Yes."

"I owe you a big thank you. I had no suspects at all until you looked over my case for me and sent me this profile. Everything in it points to that son of a bitch, Derek Morgan." Mine, along with everyone else's faces turned into shock. Gordinski handed Gideon the file of the profile.

"I profiled him." Gideon gasped, as he read the file.

"It's all right there." Gordinski replied.

"Detective, a profile's just a guide." Spencer argued.

"Yeah, this one guided me to him."

"The suggested, and most common use of a profile is to eliminate suspects rather than the inclusion." Emily defended.

"Yeah, and to not be biased when making important decisions like this one." I said.

"I wasn't biased, the profile said it was him."

"Well, if I confused you, I'm sorry." Gideon apologized.

"I'm not confused at all." Gordinski chuckled.

"Look, whatever it is in here that made you consider Agent Morgan a suspect has to be coincidence. You can't rely solely on this."

"You're right, I'm not. 15 years ago, I was a new detective. One of my first cases was a black kid 12 or 13 years old, found strangled in a vacant lot near here."

"Boy was John Doe, right?" Gideon questioned.

"Still unidentified to this day."

"Wait, a 12-year-old kid that no one reported missing." Emily interrupted.

"Ever. Four years ago, another body turns up, the same MO. Worked that case just as hard, came up with just as much nothing. Nobody in the area had ever seen the kid before."

"No one's looking for these kids?" JJ asked, Gordinski nodded.

"Then a few months back, I attended a seminar that you taught at CPD headquarters. I told you about my case, you said to send you the files and you'd look 'em over. This is the profile you worked up. There are about 3 million people in Chicago. Your profile said I was looking for a black male, 25 to 35, with a knowledge of the area. Nonthreatening to children, either knows them or is normal enough that he doesn't scare them. A probable criminal record. It also said the way the body was placed gently on a mattress, not just tossed on the ground, indicated someone who was probably consumed with guilt, especially for the first victim. Your exact words are, 'With a guilt-ridden offender, the BAU postulates the first victim is the most important and the unsub may still visit the place of the crime or even the victim himself.' Care to guess who visits my first victim every time he's in town?"

"Can't be just visiting the victim. There has to be more than that." Gidoen argued.

"Sure. You said the unsub might try to inject himself into the investigation to keep tabs on it. Morgan has called our headquarters many times since he joined the bureau. Always about this case."

"Hold up." I paused. "He talked to you about it?"

"Headquarters. He'd never call me. After I got your profile, I checked airline records. Turns out Derek had just left Chicago when the other body turned up. Then yesterday another kid ends up dead and the last person he was with was Derek Morgan. In the boy's pocket we found one of his FBI business cards, his cell number written on the back of it. In fact, every time Morgan's in town, he hangs out with kids."

"Maybe someone is framing him." I defended.

"Yeah, this is all just coincidence." JJ added.

"A hell of a lot of coincidences."

"It's purely circumstantial." Emily said.

"So's a fingerprint. Did I mention that Morgan found the body in 1991? Hidden way back in a vacant lot. Now, don't you teach that when a body is hard to find, the person finding it is always a suspect."

"There are key pieces of the profile that don't fit, detective. Uh, the age, 25 to 35, Morgan was 15 or so at the time." Spencer argued.

"Also says that age is the hardest to predict, and I should never exclude someone simply because of a discrepancy with the age." Gordinski defended.

"What about the speculation that since he didn't manage to leave any evidence at the scene of the crime and he most likely has a criminal record or previous law enforcement knowledge. Derek wasn't even in the bureau yet when the first body was found."

"He may not have had a knowledge of law enforcement but Derek Morgan definitely had a criminal record." I raised my left eyebrow in confusion and shock.

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"We're dealing with a desperate detective here. Three dead boys, no evidence at all, so he applies the profile directly to someone he already suspected. It's easy to get tunnel vision that way." Gideon said to us, once it was just us BAU members alone.

"One begins to twist facts to suit theories instead of theories to suit facts. That's, uh, one of Sherlock Holmes's favorite quotes." Reid explained.

"Ooh, yes. Love the show." I added. Reid looked at me weird, but I dismissed it.

"We need to figure out who really killed these boys before they decide to charge Morgan." Gideon ordered.

"What do you want us to do?" Prentiss asked.

"Last victim was someone Morgan was seen with. Conveniently, Morgan was already a suspect in the other two. We should consider Morgan a victim. Prentiss, you, Harita, and Reid talk to his family, learn about him, especially around the time of the first murder." Gideon ordered.

"Do we have the address?" Emily asked.

"I can take you." Dennison suggested, appearing out of nowhere.

"Oh, that's ok-"

"No. Actually, that's not a bad idea." Gideon interrupted.

"Right. Okey-doke, lead the way, detective." Prentiss said, as we followed him.

…

"Is, uh, Derek all right." One of Derek's sisters asked as we were looking through his stuff.

"He wouldn't let us go down there." Sarah, the other sister added.

"He's fine. Our boss, Aaron Hotchner is with him." I replied.

"Did he tell you Gordinski has been harassing him since he was a kid." Sarah informed.

"Why's that?" Reid asked.

"You'd have to ask that bastard."

"Oh, Sarah." Derek's mom mumbled.

"It's true, mom."

"Sure it is." Denninson mumbled.

"What are you even doing in my mother's house?!" Sarah yelled.

"They asked me."

"Not, really." Reid said, his words being muffled by the cake he and I were eating.

"Yeah, he kinda just barged in." I added, as Emily smacked mine and Reid's shoulders.

"I don't understand how they could think he did this." Derek's mom sighed.

"Someone may be trying to make it look like he hurt those kids." Emily informed.

"And the police believe it?"

"Just following the evidence." Dennison mumbled.

"But he's an FBI Agent." Derek's sister defended.

"Actually law enforcement officials are just as probable statistically to commit a crime as anyone else. Look at the cross-section of a society, there's a general population and a small fraction-"

"He's not actually saying we believe Derek's involved in this." Emily interrupted Reid's rambling.

"Yeah, he just happens to say stuff at the wrong time." I spat towards Spencer.

"Oh, no, no, yeah, not at all I'm merely, um- speaking theoretically." Reid squeaked.

"You're Dr. Reid, right?" Derek's mom questioned. Reid nodded.

"Derek talks about you." Sarah gasped and pointed towards me.

"Then you must be Dr. Harita, the one who hooked up with Derek." I choked on my cake.

"Ummm, I don't know what he told you, but I'm gay."

"Clearly." Emily added. "Anyway, so... someone may be trying to make it look like this was Derek."

"But Derek loves kids." Derek's mom stated. "Every time he's here, he goes to the youth center.

"The Youth Center?" I asked.

"The Upward Youth Center."

"Does that have some sort of significance for him?"

Are you saying there's something in it for him? Other than giving back to the poor kids of your neighborhood!" Sarah yelled.

"Sarah, Sarah, we're friends of your brother. We're here trying to help. When we ask a question, it isn't to denigrate or demean anything he's done. We just have to know everything, so we can figure out where to look next. Is there some special significance to the youth center?" Emily asked.

"The youth center saved his life. My husband, um, their father, was killed when he tried to stop a robbery. Derek was with him, he was ten. A year or so later, he started getting into trouble."

"What kind of trouble?" I asked.

"He started running around with older kids. They would give him money to run errands for them. Not drugs. No, Derek would never disgrace his father's name".

"But they were gangbangers." Sarah explained. "So, people started looking at Derek like he was one of them."

"One night, he and a friend were attacked by some boys from another gang. Big fight. And one of the other boy's head split open."

"And that was the first time Gordinski arrested him. Now, he wasn't a detective yet, just a street cop, but from that night on, no matter what happened in the neighborhood, he'd pick Derek up for it."

"Probably because he was involved." Dennison argued.

"The hell he was."

"Stan's never arrested anyone who didn't need arresting."

"He did with Derek. Until Carl Buford stepped in."

"Carl Buford?" Spencer asked.

"He runs the youth center." Dennison answered.

"He took Derek under his wing. Mentored him. Became like a surrogate father. He taught him football and that changed Derek's life. He got a scholarship to college, with it he got his degree."

"Where is Carl Buford now?" Emily asked.

"He still runs the youth center." Dennison answered.

"I'd like to talk to him. Detective, do you think you could take me over there."

"Just you?" I questioned.

"Yeah I thought maybe you could stay here and keep going through this stuff." Emily winked.

"Good idea." I mumbled.

"Yeah, keep going through the stuff." Spencer added as Emily and Dennison left.

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"They're beyond reason. We have to find him first." JJ said, after she got yelled at by Gordinski. Derek's escaped custody, and now everyone's rushing to get to him first.

"Any ideas?" Gideon asked.

"His mother said that Buford practically raised him after his father died, he mentored him, took him on trips, spent all of his time with him. Basically became a surrogate father." Emily informed.

"Jason, I think I know what he was afraid we'd find." Hotch muttered. "Detective, we may know where he's heading."

...

"Why is he being arrested?" Reid asked, as we saw the detectives drag Carl Buford into a cell, handcuffs on him.

"Because of the things he did… to me." Morgan explained what Carl did to him when he was younger. And it proved Hotch theory. Morgan was molested by Carl when he was younger. He was also the one to kill the victim, the best friend of someone Carl molested. Once Morgan was finished. I got up and hugged him as tight as I could. He returned the hug back.

"You don't deserve that." I whispered. Morgan just nodded.

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