Savior

Chapter 70

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Did I keep you guys hanging long enough? ;)

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Derek chuckled as he held the door open for Emily Prentiss to step into Clooney's Bar. "Jeez, this is where they chose to catch up?" the brunette asked bitterly. She turned her nose up at the stale scent in the bar.

Derek's eyes darted around the dimly lit room trying to find the brunette. "Where is she," he muttered. He pulled his cell phone from his pocket to check that he had not missed any messages from her, but his inbox sat empty.

"This is the right bar, right?" Emily asked as Derek stepped in front of her.

He nodded as he stepped through the few tables. "Can I help you?" came a voice from the bar.

Just as Derek turned his head towards the bar, he caught sight of two glasses sitting on a table with no one around them. Tito's, cranberry and two limes, Derek sighed as he walked closer to the glass. "Em," he called to the brunette. She stepped towards him. "Can you check the ladies room?" he asked softly.

She nodded and started in the direction of the room in question. She silently hoped it was cleaner than the rest of the bar.

"Do you need some help?" The bartender repeated. Derek stepped towards the bar. His FBI badge was burning a hole in his back pocket.

"I'm looking for someone," Derek began as he pulled up a photo of Cate from his phone. "Was she in here tonight?"

Marty nodded. "She looks like the girl who was with the owner's niece earlier tonight. Nice ass," he added with a smirk. "I haven't seen them in a while, though."

"When did they leave?" Derek asked as he browsed the bar area while he slipped his phone into his pocket. He fought the urge to knock the bartender's teeth down his throat.

The bartender shrugged. "Not too long ago – maybe about half an hour or so?"

Derek slapped his hand against the bar top softly as Emily stepped out of the bathroom. She shook her head. He motioned to the front door with a nod of his head.

Emily followed silently as Derek exited the building and held the front door open for her once more. "What's going on Derek?"

"I don't trust this fucking family," he spat. He pulled his cell phone back out and started browsing his contacts. "I told her to be careful," he began.

Emily put her hand on his forearm. "Let's focus, Derek. Where could she have gone? She would have told you."

"Call Garcia," he instructed. "She can run a trace from her home network."

The brunette pursed her lips and nodded. She watched as Derek attempted to call Cate. It rang twice before going to voicemail. "Yes, Garcia, track Cate's phone," Emily repeated into her cell phone. "Please," she begged. "We'll explain later, but I need you to run this now."

Derek paced in front of the bar as his calls were directed to voicemail. Emily snapped for him when he did not answer her calling his name. She pointed to his cell phone; Garcia had sent over the tracking to his cell. "It says she's around here – Emily help me find her!"

"Thank you, Garcia. Let us know if that changes." The brunette disconnected her call and followed Derek. Her heart broke every time he called out his fiancée's name. Garcia had followed up by sending a tracking to Emily's phone as well.

"Catie," he called out. Every second that passed without finding Cate, he threatened Fred Hanson in his mind. If the patriarch was responsible for anything happening to Cate, there was going to be hell to pay. The jail sentence his son had would look like a slap on the wrist.

The family prayed on Cate's friendship with Jade. They knew she trusted her. His sweet fiancée – the woman who would do anything for anyone – was no where to be found and it was because they used her best quality against her.

"Derek," Emily called out as she spotted a blonde stumbling out of Clooney's. Derek raced to where Emily was. "Can I help you?" she asked the blonde.

Jade smiled, "I'm all set."

Derek rushed to stand next to Emily. He remembered seeing this woman in a Snapchat photo Cate had sent out earlier in the evening. "Jade," he started.

She lifted her face to him and smirked. "Ah, Agent Morgan," she said with a soft slur. "You are more handsome in person."

Jade reached out to place a hand to Derek's chest but her wrist was caught in his grasp. "Where is she?"

"Who?" she asked.

"Where is Cate?" he repeated.

The blonde shrugged. "I haven't seen her in about an hour. She took off with a local," she stated as she batted her eyelashes in Derek's direction. "Sorry about that."

Emily watched Derek from the corner of her eye. She could see the lies but wasn't sure if Derek's emotions were going to get the best of him. "I will only ask you this one more time," Prentiss started. "Where is Cate Johnson?"

"Like I said," she snarled in Emily's direction, "I don't know. I don't care, either."

Derek released her wrist and watched as she stumbled back just a bit. "Emily, keep Miss Hanson company."

"Will do," Emily answered. "I'll call for back-up, too." Morgan nodded and ran off in the direction of where he had just come from when Emily called for him.

Every step he took, he became more frantic. It was obvious that Jade was in on whatever her father had planned. He turned up the alley way next to the bar and silently prayed in his mind that he was going to find her. He prayed that she was okay. He needed her to be okay.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a discarded shoe. He stepped closer to it and recognized the espadrille wedge from Cate's collection. "Catie!" he called out again as he walked in the direction of the shoe. "Baby, where are you?"

Derek sighed when he realized he was not carrying his flashlight like he normally would in the field. You're not in the field, he reminded himself.

He turned on his heel when he heard a soft moan coming from behind him. Derek clenched his fists as his eyes darted around and finally landed on her slumped body against the wall of the bar.

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