The Dictionary of Parenthood

by scarleteyes21

Detective Morgan should have known who she was once he saw her at that coffee shop, he knew he should kept in touch after he left. But now five years later, his anger and lack of bravery have come back to haunt him as the BAU is called to a case affecting the DMV area. He knew his daughter was not going to get along with him during the case. Why would she?

3. C-Clone

The Dictionary of Parenthood

C-Clone

Derek craned his head back with his hands blocking his vision of the sky. Accepting his daughter onto the team was easier in theory.

Not in practice.

He opened his phone and called Garcia who answered immediately, "Talk to me dreamy."

Derek was thankful for the small smile he got for that, "Hey baby girl, can you do me a favor?"

Garcia let out soft purr, "Hmm, for you gorgeous, any time. Name it."

"Track a Franklin Rustin's phone."

Garcia chuckled, "Wait- as in Doctor Franklin Rustin?" she asked in a voice that made Derek feel like she was ready to gossip.

"Yeah."

"Good grief, Reid has been going on about her. Why do you need me to track her phone?"

Derek sighed, looking to make sure that there was no one of hearing shot from him, he still stepped away further from the group of cops that were already a good distance from him. "I just need to know where she's headed, especially if she's got Reid with her."

He couldn't hear Garcia typing anymore, which meant he was in for a round of questions from her.

"Why? She's with the cops, has worked for every major police department in the US and overseas and has worked with FBI before from what Reid has told me. You don't trust her or something?"

Derek halted, thinking his answer for a second.

Did he trust her?

She didn't do anything to prove that he couldn't trust her.

But he would rather be safe than sorry.

"No, not really. I just want to make sure she and Reid don't get themselves into trouble."

Garcia laughed at that, "Oh man, two wise beyond their years' geniuses in one car." Derek could hear her typing again. "I would pay so much money to see those two talk privately for hours."

Spencer had so many questions racing through his mind as he sat passenger side with Frankie. He hardly ever met someone with whom he felt could match him in academia. Maybe he could finally ask her why she declined joining the BAU so many times, or why she cancelled so many university seminars as soon as he signed up for them (it had to be him, there was no way that his signing up and her cancelling were mere coincidences), and maybe he could finally find out what her IQ was.

"So how do you want to handle Malvo?" Spencer asked, jotting down some of his questions onto his notebook.

"We're not visiting Malvo."

Spencer blinked, "Why? I thought-"

"Malvo has been on lock down since he was sentenced. The one thing I can tell you about the prison system in the DMV is that they can hold a grudge if you hurt the community as a whole. They aren't going to let him speak. Plus our unsub is nothing like Malvo. Those two targeted people because they could, our unsub has a mission."

"To prove his dominance. He's asserting his stance as an alpha." Spencer explained using Frankie's theory.

Frankie shook her head, "Yes and no. His targets are very specific when you line them up. All white except for Kemp. Two in there fifties: a man and a woman, a young teen woman, and a young boy. Plus three elderly people." She looked at Spencer, "Noticing something here?"

Spencer frowned when he finally noticed the bigger picture. "He's creating his own family."

Frankie nodded, "Bingo."

Spencer couldn't help but feel jilted at not noticing that sooner. "That's why all the victims had similar physical traits. He wanted a family that resembled him, that's why he kept part of their skin at first and then a personal item. He wanted a connection. Something tactile. But why Kemp?"

Frankie's expression turned glum, "That's what I want to know." She gave a dazzling but eerily familiar smile. "How good are you with a gun?"

Spencer was not ready for that question, "Uh?"

Frankie sighed, tapping her handing on the steering wheel as she made another turn off the highway. "You stay close to me then and no talking unless I give the go ahead."

The urge to call Hotch or Derek was beginning to rise, "Where are we going?"

"I rather not say." Frankie murmured as they entered a neighborhood that looked beaten. There were a couple of guys standing out front of one house that was boarded and some kids playing jump rope nearby.

They pulled up to a small yellow painted house where two men were working on a two cars. One guy looked to be taller than the second guy, wearing a dark puffy jacket with a knit cap, the other guy had on a Redskins jersey and mechanic gloves.

"Frankie." The guy with the jersey greeted them with a smirk. He looked Spencer up and down with some disdain. "Who's the guero?" The guy sneered. Spencer took a step back behind Frankie when he noticed that the other guy was glaring at him. He couldn't help but notice that there were two other guys who were sitting on the porch.

"Relajate, he's with me Johnny." Frankie smiled easily. "I need a favor to ask of you."

Johnny looked back at the three men and laughed, "You got a lot of balls to ask me for a favor after what I did for you."

Frankie nodded, "Yeah, I know. And I paid you back for it. Besides its nothing dirty-"

Spencer reeled back a bit at that, "Wait, what did he do-?"

Johnny picked up a wrench that was resting on the edge of the car, "I thought you said he was cool?" he voice gruff as he stepped closer to Frankie and Spencer.

Frankie put her hand up, shielding Spencer away from him. "Woah! When I say he's with me, I mean he's with me! You don't pull crap like that with me! Que dirian Gio?"

Johnny looked at two of them, studying them almost before gruffly replying back. "Te dije que estoy limpio."

"Yo se."

Spencer waited as Johnny slowly set the wrench down and wiped his face. "What do you want?"

Frankie pulled out her cell phone and pulled up a picture of the Remington weapon that the unsub was using. "These guns after 2013 where only issued to military members. Anyone from DD13 traded anything like these before or after 2013?"

Johnny looked at the picture bewildered, "This what that jackass using to shoot people with in DMV?"

"Yes, we believe he has military training but doesn't take well to authority. He might have received training but could have discharged for disorderly or insubordination." Spencer explained.

Johnny was quick to retort, "Was I asking you?" his brown eyes turning icy.

Spencer put his hands up immediately as he noticed Johnny stepping closer to him. Frankie pushed him back, whispering "What did I tell you?"

Johnny smiled wickedly at Spencer, he passed the phone back to Frankie. "You think I'm about to snitch on Jesus?"

Frankie shrugged, "You rather I crash his quarters? Maybe sit around here with some of my cop buddies to make sure that nothing is going around this part of DC?"

Johnny smiled, arms crossed confidently over his chest, "I know you wouldn't be pulling this crap on me, nice try."

"True, because I trust you. Like you should trust me."

Johnny's smile faltered as he looked around.

"I still have your back J. When did I ever let you fall?" Frankie asked, Spencer noticed that Johnny's demeanor shifted from smug to unsure. Clearly the two had history that was based on trust.

"You know King's Life Rulez?" Jonny finally asked after a few minutes of silence.

Frankie's face shifted to pure disgust, "I heard of him, that jackass who goes to Japan and China and harasses women? He's been the bane of every American embassy in East Asia. What's his deal?"

Johnny shrugged, "Jesus was telling me a few days ago some guero came at him wanting to buy a Remington. Said the guy really liked it."

Spencer couldn't help but ask, "When did he buy it?"

"Maybe like five months ago? Paid in cash, over twenty five hundred for the thing and Jesus's silence."

"Why did Jesus tell you then?" Frankie asked curious.

"You know how Jesus doesn't like surprises, he got one of his guys to tag the phone lines, had me make sure the money was legit, no cops." He added the no cops part a little too rigid for Spencer's taste.

"Where you able to get a name?"

"No, just know that the dude is a big fan of King's life, had on the t-shirt when I tracked him down."

Spencer pulled out his cell phone, "Are you willing to give a description to a-"

Frankie pulled his arm back from dialing any numbers, "No cops, this interview goes off the books."

Spencer looked at her incredulously. "Why?" he turned to Johnny, "We have a description of the man, we could give it to the media to report on."

Frankie looked pissed, "And how do you want to explain to Hotch and Habib on how we got the description? You want to explain that we talked to active DD13 members?"

Spencer peered back at Johnny and the men, "Uh?"

Johnny smiled as he pulled down the collar of his sweatshirt to reveal the DD13 insignia and lettering. "I'm clean though, so no worries." He told Spencer in a condescending tone. The three guys laughed, making Spencer's stomach churn.

Frankie laughed as well, "He is though." She patted Spencer's back. "What did the guy look like?"

"Er, white dude, not that tall, maybe five ten or something? Pretty well built, brown cropped hair. You know, military style, and green eyes."

"Any tattoos or anything like that?"

Johnny shook his head 'no', "None from what I could see. Dude did have something on his forearm though, like a burn mark or something." He lifted his forearm to mimic what the mark looked like.

"Anything else?"

"That's it."

Just then a young sounding voice broke out, Spencer looked up to see a boy about five or six years old open the screen door. He smiled and waved frantically at Frankie, "BATMAN!"

Frankie laughed, opening her arms out wide for the little boy to run to her when Johnny pointed at the boy, "Anthony, volver dentro." He warned the boy.

Anthony pouted, his tiny fist at his sides, "But daddy!"

"Ahora!"

Spencer winced as the boy looked like he was about to cry. Frankie gave him a small smile, "Anthony, promise we'll go get some hot chocolate after my case is done, okay?"

Anthony jumped up and down excitedly before running into the house. She looked back at Jonny, "Thanks, you and Gia better come over after this. Corinne is getting pissed." She smiled as she went in for a hug.

Spencer stood silently back, wondering how someone with Frankie's criteria could associate themselves with gang members. From what it looked like Frankie's unorthodox traits went further then he, or anyone who knew of Frankie, believed.

Johnny walked them to their car, he held onto the door frame before Frankie had a chance to close it, he leaned down till he was equal to their faces. "One more thing, Jesús dijo que este chico era psico por no hablar de un racista , ten cuidado ahí fuera , De acuerdo ?"

Frankie became stiff at the warning, "Si, gracias de nuevo. I'll talk to you later." She let him shut the door and started to drive off. "C'mon Spency."

Spencer frowned, especially at that nickname. "What?"

He saw Frankie smile, her eyes shift over to him for second before returning to the road. "No questions about me talking to gang members, especially DD13 members?"

Spencer adjusted a bit in his seat, "Not really, one thing I was warned about was that you have a tendency of solving cases in unusual ways." He paused remembering one case that had him needing to know if she really was a loose cannon. "Did you really make a suspect think he was paralyze in order to get answers from him?"

Frankie laughed, somewhat hollow like, "I would tell you, but then CIA would be on my ass."

Spencer became flustered, "Wait, I thought that was myth? Is that why you went off the grid for a year?"

"No, that was something else. And anyway that doesn't mean a thing now. You heard what Jonny said to me when we left?"

Spencer nodded, "Somewhat, apparently Jesus thinks his buyer was crazy? If he was showing tendencies deemed psychotic or sociopathic then that could fit our unsub. Our guy is highly deranged, thinks he deserves the perfect life, most likely came from a broken home, parents are divorced and had serious material problems. He was most likely their punching bag with no other way of finding solace at school or through a creative outlet. He was an omega who was most likely treated like crap by other alpha personalities."

Frankie nodded along, "Which makes sense of why his time line is the way it is. The guy probably took a lot of crap thinking he deserved it, that's why the shootings are so sudden and close. He's retaliating for the first time. He finally realized he could be an alpha."

Spencer leaned against the car side, "He was in the military, and he had to have a clash with authority figures."

"He had to have been triggered by something though to have had enough of people walking on him. He mostly likely overlooked, it was the final straw. He was overlooked for someone that he deemed weaker. He's narcissistic, a perfectionist, classist, racist, and delusional. He thinks he's entitled because of his life."

Spencer nodded, "Considering the shooting are becoming more frequent and his methods of retrieving the items of the victims are becoming more brazen, I would also say he's becoming more confident, which means that we're dealing with a guy who probably got into trouble a lot as a youth but was the scapegoat."

Frankie bit her lip, "We're looking at ticking time bomb here. The dude has years of bottled up rage in him. He's armed and delusional."

Spencer wavered back and forth, "Not to mention power hungry, which means that if we start perusing him he's going to get more aggressive with his attacks." He pulled out his phone immediately to call Hotch about the profile.

"Okay handsome, you owe me for this." Garcia teased in a happy voice as Derek smiled, he sat alone in an observation room waiting on what the state precincts had pulled up about Remington that where still on the black market.

"What you find baby girl?"

"Frankie and Spencer are headed back to HQ but they never went to see Malvo, they went a neighborhood borderline of DC and Virginia, and check this out, the area is a known territory of the DD13 gang. They spent like twenty minutes out there."

Derek could feel himself start to bristle, not only did Frankie disobey orders but she took Spencer to a gang territory without warning anyone. "Frankie have any ties to DD13?"

Garcia let out a snort, "No, nothing from what I found. I did find out though she has been on loan to pretty much every branch of the FBI except for ours for whatever reason. Seriously Morgan if Spencer is Boy Wonder then Frankie is Wonder Woman. She's pretty much matches our Spencer in terms of brain, but in terms of skills…you got a match toots."

Morgan looked at his phone in confusion, "Excuse me?"

He could feel Garcia's excitement through the phone, "Well she's combat trained, two black belts in judo and kendo, and has had training with LAPD bomb squad, not to mention she's pretty fit from what her personnel pics show. It's like the female you only with Spencer's brain."

That comment almost freaked Morgan out, almost. He knew well enough that nothing in Frankie's report would link him to her. "Are you saying I'm not smart?"

"Then Spencer?" Garcia retorted back.

Morgan huffed, "Good point." He started rubbing his neck, now was a good time as any to dig a bit deeper in Frankie's past. "Anything in Frankie's past we got to worry about?"

Garcia hummed, Morgan could hear her typing fast through the phone as Garcia looked through different department files to find something. "Huh, well here's something."

"What?"

Garcia began typing fast, he heard a beeping sound which caused Garcia to yell out "Shoot!"

"Garcia, what is it?"

"DCPC have a restricted history report on Frankie, I can't open it."

Derek looked out the window to make sure nobody was missing him, "Well can't you override it or something. I mean FBI trumps local police."

He could hear Garcia growing frustrated, "But FBI has her files on lockdown too."

"You sure you can't crack them?"

Garcia started to groan, knowing her Morgan knew she was already tapping her fingers against her desk. "Why is she so important to you all of a sudden?" He could already hear the gears in Garcia's mind start to turn. Hopefully she would be off in her assumptions.

"Don't tell me you have a thing for her, because one you have a girlfriend. Let me remind you. And two, she's young enough to be your daughter Morgan."

Derek was thankful that Garcia couldn't see him because he couldn't hide his relief of Garcia assuming wrong. He also noticed he winced at Garcia noting that Frankie was young enough to be his daughter. 'As long as it's just her assumption and not an accusation.' Derek reminded himself, trying to ease his muscles. "Please baby girl, for me?"

"Nooo! I hate it when you do your pouting voice, no fair Morgan!" Garcia whined.

"C'mon baby girl, show me some love?"

He could practically feel Garcia blushing through the phone, "Alright!" she huffed, missing the dazzling smile Derek had on his face. "For you teddy bear." He could hear her began to type and click a couple of times, "Alright, just about...yep got it." He heard her gasp and then swear loudly.

"What happened? Garcia?"

"I can see why this stuff was on lock down." Garcia said in awe.

"Garcia! What did you find?"

"Keep your tight tee on love." He could hear something rustling in the background. "At the age of eighteen Franklin Rustin was drugged, beaten, and raped by a Captain Joey Haskel of the LAPD force."

Garcia's voice rattled through Derek's mind, leaving his blood to run cold as the news washed over him. He couldn't help but feel something hard kick in him, the urge to protect people was always in Derek. He was willing to drop everything to protect his family and friends especially. But the news of his daughter being raped and not only not knowing about it but not being able to prevent it left Derek feeling numb and sick. "Whe-Was Haskel sentenced?" Derek forced his voice to be even. He resisted the urge to vomit, he had promised himself after Buford that he would never let his child have to suffer what he suffered. His rational side went to hell after realizing he failed to protect the one person he had promised himself years ago he would protect, regardless of the fact he never knew of Frankie's existence until five years ago.

"Yeah, but a decorated cop with high ranking doesn't get sentenced he gets fired from his position with a hefty severance package. God bless our justice system. Oh!" Garcia snickered, "Looks like Haskel luck ran out. He was murdered three months after being let go from the force." She clicked her tongue, "Huh, looks like he got the family jewels removed. Ouch."

Derek didn't feel one bit sorry for the asshole. "Did they find out who did it?"

"Uh, yeah." He heard Garcia pause, "Promise you won't freak out? Because there's some other bad stuff in here as well."

Derek rolled his eyes, "How bad?"

"Uh bad bad? Looks like officials tied Haskel's murder to members of DD13 but could never tie it to one person, they never found the weapon that killed Haskel. And it also looks like Frankie was in an abusive relationship with a guy, at age twenty she was admitted to Langone Medical Center after a Jeffery Gossin stabbed her. Gotta say, girl did some major fighting back though, Jeffery's face looks good beaten black and blue. Hopefully it stayed that way."

Derek could feel his stomach roll. He had met Frankie in New York and she was twenty when they met. "What month was that?"

"August."

It was only two months before she would get stabbed. He had failed her twice.

"God, these pictures are horrible. I can't ima-"

"Send me the pictures." Derek ordered Garcia.

"What? Wait Morgan, you cannot be serious. What good would that do you or her?" Garcia asked perplexed at how angry Derek was getting. She was beginning to think this was personal for Derek and feared that his hero role was going to kick in. "She does not need you to remind her of her past and I seriously doubt any of this is vital to the case."

"Garcia. The pictures. Please." Derek ordered in a voice that he could no longer keep even.

"Morgan, you're scaring me. Tell me what's going on."

"Not now babe. Just send those pictures. I need to see them, okay."

He was glad when he heard Garcia agree. "One order of horror coming up." She disconnected the call and a minute later Derek's phone beeped alerting him that Garcia had sent him the pictures.

Derek was glad he had gone to the bathroom for solace while looking the pictures. Because it was a lot easier to escape unnoticed after breaking the stall door off the hinges after seeing the pictures of Frankie in the hospital after the rape.