Hello Dear Readers, I am so pleased you are enjoying my tale. Things will start moving along a bit with this chapter. Warnings for language and mention of adult subjects. Still don't own Criminal Minds or cannon characters; do own Nurse Anne and a couple of feisty Marines!
Chapter 22
Morgan and Rossi arrived at the University Medical center in good time, and made their way to the room where Black was being held. Both soon found themselves inclined to accuse Garcia of massive understatement. The man they found handcuffed to a hospital bed sported 2 black eyes along with contusions and bruises on every visible skin surface. "Prentiss and the Gard didn't do more than a third of that, did they?" Rossi quietly asked in Morgan's ear. "More like a quarter" Derek quietly replied. "Didn't have much time."
"Mr. Black, I understand you have some information for us" Rossi said as he pulled a chair up next to the bed and made himself comfortable. "Please, feel free to unburden your conscience-if you have one, that is."
"I give information only with agreement that I stay in own room here and own jail cell. No roommates! No Marines!"
"That is acceptable. This agreement will, however, be revoked should any of the information you have provided us with prove to be false. I trust you understand that this means you will be reunited with your previous roommates. I'm sure they miss you." smirked Rossi.
"Oh, undoubtedly!" added an amused Morgan. "Tell me Adrian, where did all those bruises come from? You look a bit more colorful than when I saw you last."
"I hev accident prone streak!" snarled the gunman. "Vat did you expect, giving to me room with who you did?"
"Hey man, we got nothing to do with that," protested Morgan with a grin. "It was just your lousy luck. Now-spill! Where are Cheryl Douglas and Diane Ford?"
"Day hev been sold already agent. You are in luck though, both buyers are local. Cheryl goes to Brothel, Diane goes to Shah's harem."
"So that means you have some specifics to share" prodded Rossi.
"Yes, when agreement is written down and signed." responded the gunman.
"Mmmm, I think I need a little more information before that," mused Rossi. "Like what about the 23 other women that were processed through your ring over the past three and a half years? Why was Irene killed? And what about her sister Joan?"
Black's eyes widened, and panic briefly flew across his features before the calm mask returned. "I will say no more until agreement signed!"
"Alright, we'll have something typed up. Don't go anywhere." Rossi quipped, patting his cheek as he got up and headed to the door, Morgan at his heels.
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"And what can I do for you today my Chocolate Adonis?" queried Garcia in response to Morgan's call.
"Garcia, I need you to work up an agreement between the FBI and 'Adrian Black' that in exchange for information on the murdered and missing women he will have a private hospital room and a private cell in jail when he is released from medical care. I know, not what you were wanting to hear Baby Girl, but that's all I got for you right now." Flirted Derek.
"Why do you wound me so?" responded Garcia. "Of course I will do your bidding, but I will require both chocolates and flowers to recover from your callous treatment!"
"Will do my angel. Just fax that to the 4th floor med/surg nurses station at University Medical Center. Thank-you Mama." Grinning, Derek snapped closed his phone.
"While we wait on that, why don't we have a chat with the roomies?" suggested Rossi with an attempt at an innocent expression.
"Sure" returned his partner with a smirk. "I wanna thank those guys for their service to their country."
A few inquiries and directions later, the pair found themselves in the secured ward, approaching the room previously assigned to their captive mobster. The two remaining occupants looked up curiously as the profilers entered, and grinned when they introduced themselves.
"Well, pleasure to meet you sirs", declared a husky young man with startlingly blue eyes. "Private 1st Class Jeffrey Yoder at your service. And this here is Private 1st Class Joseph Walters."
"Honored to make your acquaintance sirs," Walters greeted with a smile. "Would you happen to know the Agent Hotchner who tried to send us all that delicious looking fruit?"
"Indeed," replied Rossi, "That would be our Unit chief-we're with the BAU."
"Cool" declared Yoder. "You're the guys that bag serial killers and psychopaths, right?"
"Among other things" agreed Rossi with a smile. "Our current case started with 4 missing women and a murder and has ended up uncovering a human trafficking ring and a badly abused little boy."
"Is that the kid that gave lard-butt an ass-whooping when he tried to take him? I'm declaring that boy and honorary Marine, and soon as we get bailed out Jeff and I are going to get that made official!" Walters announced. "Has to be made of tough stuff to survive all the shit they did to him and still fight back. So, the kid belong to Agent Hotchner?"
"He does now, and the whole BAU team is extremely grateful for the warm welcome you two extended to this particular pervert." replied Morgan earnestly.
"What can we say, he sure was one hell of a clumsy Russkie," snorted Yoder with wink. "You know, falling a lot, running into doors, that kinda thing."
"Oh, undoubtedly. Emily mentioned his balance seemed bad when she took him into custody," offered Rossi. "So, did you gentleman happen to hear him say anything interesting? Did he talk in his sleep perhaps?"
"No sleep-talking, but he did make his one phone call from the room." Responded Walters. "He was speaking Russian, so I guess he figured he was private. Too bad for him- I took 2 years of Russian in school!" Walters gloated. At his buddy's look of surprise he added, "I want to work in intelligence someday-I figured I'd better start learning. I'm not fluent or anything, but I know enough to tell you that he was reporting in to somebody named Sergei that his brother is dead, Trini had 2 available jobs, and that arrangements would need made for 2 others not so easy. Then just normal stuff about getting a lawyer. But he ended with what sounded like 'the little whore is off the market. He is too wild. Have Trini take care of it.' Now, I didn't like the sound of that and 'encouraged' the man to expand on just what he meant by 'take care of it' 'cause I had a feeling it had to do with our little tough guy. Couldn't get anything outta him though. The bastard just kept insisting I misunderstood."
"That's alright, what you got helps more than you know. And don't worry about the little man-he's under 24 hour guard in a safe location with a private nurse. It's good to know what the specific dangers are though, so thanks man." began Morgan, when his cell rang, interrupting the conversation. "Tell us something good Baby girl."
"Will do my dashing profilers-your document is complete and faxed to the desired location." Responded Garcia's bubbly voice. "I'm assuming that mention of private jail cell and omission of private prison cell was intentional?"
"You are correct as always Mama. Wouldn't want the man to die of loneliness, now would we?"
"Oh perish the thought, my love. Perish the thought! Garcia out."
Seeing the grins on the Marines faces, Derek shrugged and said "What can we say-don't wanna be accused of not caring for a prisoner's emotional well-being, now do we?"