AN: Thanks for being so patient with me! I know I was going to update yesterday but mid- terms got away from me. So here and I am posting two updates for today! I also have a break for a little today so I will be working on writing some updates. Thank you all for the amazing amount of support you all give me. Thanks to Evgrrl09 for all the help.
Penelope made her way into her hotel room. She was exhausted. Seeing Derek again and having him try and act like they did before - before he crushed her - was hard to deal with. Her heart was still healing after all these months. She still couldn't look at dating anytime soon, her heart wasn't ready for it.
But then Cory Hunter had asked to escort her out to dinner tonight with the team. He was nice, funny, and handsome. There was a tiny part of her that wanted Derek to be there to make him jealous again, but was he really even jealous? No probably not. Yeah he stormed into her work area saying Hunter was in it for himself and only wanted to get in between her legs, but then… isn't that what he did?
She threw her bag onto the chair and stripped down to her underwear and crawled into bed. She had to be up in four hours to resume her search for any information regarding the unsub for the case.
She closed her eyes and prayed that tonight would be the first night she wasn't plagued with dreams of her former best friend.
Where the fuck am I?
Morgan tried to move his hands to get the gag out of his mouth but he was tied tightly. He tried to look at his surroundings, but all he could make out was a workbench with tools sprawled out on top. There was one light on in the corner. He tried to do his best to decipher where he was. It looked like he was in a garage or maybe a warehouse. He couldn't tell.
"Nice of you to finally come to, Agent Morgan," a man said as he made his way over to him.
The man stopped directly in front of him, looking Morgan up and down. He was smoking a cigarette and swaying on his feet a little. When he stepped closer again, Morgan then recognized him as the bartender.
Morgan didn't get it. This guy had always been so nice to him. He'd taken his team out to the local cop bar a couple of times trying to break the ice when he had first got to the New York office, and the bartender was always beyond pleasant. He would bring free drinks to them and talk about the good ol' days.
The man took another puff of his cigarette and then blew the smoke into Morgan's face, causing Morgan to try and move away. Once he was done he took the cigarette, and extinguished it on Morgan's left arm, causing Morgan to jump feeling the pain. Once the cigarette was put out, the man removed Morgan's gag.
"I'll fucking kill you," Morgan hissed, but the man just laughed in his face.
"Hmm. That's almost the exact same thing all the other agents said." The unsub turned from Morgan going to the workbench to grab something. When he moved back in front of Morgan, he now had vice grip pliers in his hand. "Thing is Agent Morgan…not one of them were able to follow through with their threats."
The unsub removed Morgan's shoe and sock before placing the pliers onto one of his toes, ready to tighten the grip.
Garcia's alarm went of causing her to groan. She had barely gotten any sleep. She couldn't stop thinking about Morgan. She wasn't just thinking of their night together she was thinking about all the times they had spent together. She thought about all the fun things they had shared. However when she would fee like she could open her heart back up, she'd be splashed with remembering the feeling of finding out he had left.
It was a feeling she didn't even know how to, explain but she never wanted the feel that way again. It was a horrible, excruciating pain in her heart.
Everything she had done after he left to fix herself had been unraveled with just one look from him. She still couldn't get over the fact he had the audacity to say they had made love that night.
She felt a single tear fall from her eye as she pushed the blankets away and moved to get herself ready for the day. No matter what happened today or on this case, she was going to find a way to move on from Morgan.
They arrived at the field office just past seven. Hotch and Rossi instantly went to the conference room to start working while Reid, Prentiss, and JJ all mossed into the computer room with Garcia. All three of them were concerned for their friend having to work alongside Morgan again.
They drank their coffee as Garcia continued her searches from the night before, while the others talked about the case and trying to find connections.
"Hey, Sweet Mama," Hunter said, making his way into the room.
Garcia gave the best smile she could muster, and then turned to face him. She didn't like that Hunter used the same names Morgan did with her. "Hey Stud. Did you sleep well last night?"
"I would've slept better if I didn't have a certain blonde running through my head all night," he said with a smirk.
"First Morgan, and now Hunter," Emily said before she realized what came out of her mouth. Garcia stiffened at the mention of Morgan's name and turned back toward her computers. Emily instantly realized her mistake about mentions Morgan. "Shit Pen, I am so sorry!"
Garcia turned back to Emily and for a brief moment she let the hurt play on her face. Before she could say anything, there was knock at the door.
Rossi came in, stopping the conversation from going a further. "Guys, have any of you seen Morgan? The other agents were saying he is normally in by six thirty, and it's almost eight thirty. I need to gather some information from him about the agents that had been taken."
"Haven't seen him," Garcia mumbled rudely.
"I'm sure he is at the gym or something," Hunter explained. "We've noticed if he is not here, he's always at the gym trying to relief some stress."
"Alright," Rossi said. "He hasn't picked up his phone, so we were wondering. Reid and JJ, go to the gym and then if he's not there head to his apartment."
"Fuck!" Morgan roared as the unsub brought down a hammer onto his shoulder. Morgan felt the pain rip through his body as he felt his shoulder dislocate.
"Now are you finally going to answer my questions?" the unusb asked going back over to his worktable to pick something else up.
Morgan shot his glare to the unsub the best her could through his swollen eye, "Fuck you!" Morgan hollered as he spit out blood.
"What gives you the right to govern what ever the fuck my brother and I do?" The unsub spat.
"You- you're not making any sense! I didn't do jack shit to you!" Morgan replied, trying to catch his breath as pain continued to shot through his body.
"You're work for them, don't ya? That means you're just as responsible of all the shit they try to feed us!"
Damn it! Morgan thought as he realized what this guy was finally saying. He recalled Garcia's website she found about anti government rants. He knew there had to be a trigger for his behavior but he figured it had to stem from what Garcia had found.
"You got nothing to say?" the unsub asked, moving closer to him. "Oh, I know what we can do…" The unsub whistled as he made his way back over to the workbench to get a new object to torture Morgan with.
"No one has seen Morgan anywhere," Prentiss said, walking back into the office with Reid.
Rossi looked down at his watch. "He's been missing for six hours that we know of."
Reid cleared his throat. "Is it safe to say, we think the unsub has Morgan?"
Garcia sat in the office, trying to work as hard as she could to get this bastard unsub. Right now she was searching every name that had ever visited the website for any lead into who this man could be. This unsub was killing agents only after they were tortured. She wanted nothing more than to see her team put this guy away so she could get back to Quantico and leave this hell behind her.
Her computer starting dinging so she looked up to see what had surfaced. There was a new entry made by the host on the unsub's website. Her heart stopped as she felt the tears prick her eyes.
There sitting in front of her was a bruised and broken Derek Morgan on the video feed.