The Protector

A Criminal Minds Fan Fic

Disclaimer: I own no names or places of Criminal Minds. Only the story is mine.

Chapter Four

The Performance

Jessi had awaken to a splitting headache. She couldn't remember what had hit her. She looked around, then looked down at herself in disbelief. She was naked.

She looked over at Derek, who was groggily sitting up.

He looked at her. "Jess, are you okay?"

"Besides being without my clothes, I've a huge headache. What happened?"

"I'm not sure what it was that even hit us."

"Derek, I'm scared. What happened? Where is our clothes? What will happen to us?"

At that moment, A woman who was at least in her late thirties, walked in. Her shoulder length brown hair was highlighted with blonde streaks. Her green eyes held a sinister stare.

"Well," she signed, "Hope my performers are not harmed."

"Performers," Derek signed back.

"You understand me? How wonderful! This will be better than the last performance!"

"We still don't understand what you want," Jessi signed.

"Like you, I'm deaf. I have the idea that intimacy between a deaf person and a hearing person is a joke. So, You two are going to prove me wrong."

Jessi looked at Derek with a questioning look in her eyes.

Derek looked from Jessi to the woman. "You want us to perform for you? Having sexual intercourse?"

"Now you've got the idea."

Derek looked back to Jessi. He'd survived his abuse at the hands of Carl Bufford. But, would Jessi survive this?

"And if we refuse to participate?"

The woman produced a double barreled shotgun and pressed it between Jessi's legs. She looked at Derek. The woman's meaning was clear. Perform or die.

POLICE STATION

Melinda was in a near state of panic. Why was Jessi not answering her text messages? And what about Derek? His phone was going strait to voice mail.

Hotch came up behind her. "Any word?"

"No. I can't get either one of them on the phone. What about you?"

"We found their abandoned SUV at the deaf school. What were they doing at the school?"

Before Melinda could answer, Hotch's phone chirped.

"What do you have, Garcia?"

"Sir, I think I made a really weird discovery linking Morgan with Clark."

"Really? What's the link, Garcia?"

Garcia had told Hotch everything about Morgan and Clark's past, their marriage, Caleb's birth and death, their divorce. Everything.

Hotch wasn't very happy. He didn't like it when an agent's personal life affected a case they were working. He looked to Melinda.

"Something you'd like to add, Underwood?"

Melinda sighed. "I had no idea that Jessi would be re-assigned to the BAU. I assumed that Derek had pulled some strings to get Jessi here."

"Underwood, when some one is assigned to the BAU, It's because I've approved it. Jessi came very highly recommended in her field. Did Clark have a connection to the school?"

"Not that I know of, Hotch. Just please find her. There's no telling what's happening to her."

UNDERGROUND ROOM

What was happening was that Jessi was being forced to perfom oral sex on Derek. He was standing over her, carressing her hair.

Jessi had tears in her eyes. This was worse than being raped. She was being forced to do a private act in front of a complete stranger with someone she'd always loved.

Jessi removed her mouth and began to rub Derek's large member with her hand, while looking at him, the tears were streaming down her face.

"I'm so sorry, Jess. I'm so sorry," he mouthed, knowing that she could read lips.

She gave him a sad, knowing smile. She didn't blame him. This wasn't his fault.

She put his member back in her mouth. She had to make this good, or they would both die.

She felt Derek coming. She kept his member in her mouth, so he could come inside her mouth. He did, and she swallowed his hot seed.

Afterward, Jessi was on her side, crouched in a fetal position, weeping silently.

Derek wanted to hold her, but he was unsure how she would react.

The woman walked inside. She clapped. "Amazing," she signed. Glaring at Derek, she said, "Now it's your turn, Derek Morgan."

"How do you know our names?"

"I have both your badges."

At that point, Jessi had turned around. She startled when she saw the woman standing over Derek.

"What do you want us to do now," Jessi signed.

"I want Derek to perform on you, Jessi."

"Or what?"

"Defiant until the end, huh? This is what will happen."

The woman held a knife to Derek's member.

Jessi nodded in understanding. She laid on her back and spread her thighs.

Derek moved in between her thighs. He heard Jessi gasp as he kissed her mound.

Tears fell from Jessi's eyes. She was so embarrased. She felt so filthy. But yet, she felt pleasure. It confused her. She was forced to do this, yet she felt safe in the arms of Derek.

Jessi looked up at the ceiling. She closed her eyes and thought on only the pleasure that Derek was forced to give her.

THE POLICE STATION

Hotch was talking to Garcia over the phone. It seemed that she'd found a crucial piece of this very weird puzzle.

"Garcia, I'm going to put you on speaker phone."

"'Okay, my brave gumshoes, I just found this file in the computer of the deaf school that was sealed."

"I was under the impression that no files were on computer," Rossi said.

"That's because Birmingham's finest handled this one. It had to be placed on computer."

"She's right," Hendricks said, "Anytime we have to take a case involving a school, it's always a matter of public record."

"What was the case, Garcia?"

"It was a rape case. Victim's name was Chrystal Hood. Oh god. She was doomed. Like Emily Bronte doomed, like red shirt ensign in Star Trek doomed."

"Garcia, info pleaese."

"Oh, sorry Sir. Um, she was raped by her appointed translator. Oh geeze! Are you kidding me? Doesn't anyone believe in background checks? Her case didn't go very far because she was unable to testify against her attacker."

"What about the other victims, Garcia?"

"Um, It looks like they were chosen at random, sir."

"Maybe," Reid said, "She's collecting injustices and she's choosing the first couple she sees."

"Right," Emily chimed in, "And I'm guessing it's a matter of time until she gets to the real monster."

"Hotch replied, "Garcia, who was Chrystal's attacker?"

"His name was James Abernathy. He was never convicted of the rape charge because of Chrystal's unwillingness to testify. He currently is working at Martin Luther King Jr Elementry school. Another example of the education system failing."

Hotch turned to Hendricks. "I suggest you send a unit to pick up Abernathy. Chrystal is our UNSUB, however, James had a part in all this."

Hendricks nodded his head and sent a unit to pick up James Abernathy.

UNDERGROUND ROOM

Derek could feel Jessi coming as he licking her out. She tasted as good as she had nearly ten years ago. He didn't want to let her go this time.

Suddenly, he had developed an idea. It was crude, but it might just keep both him and Jessi alive.

Derek moved to where he was face to face with Jessi.

"Trust me," he mouthed to her.

She nodded her head. If she trusted anyone in this world, It was Derek Morgan.

Derek stood Jessi up and embraced her, making sure to be in full view of the two way mirror that he'd noticed earlier.

He looked lovingly down at her. He leaned down and deeply kissed her.

Jessi finally caught on to what he was doing. He was keeping them both alive. She placed a hand on his cheek. After all the blame, after Caleb's death, after the divorce, she still loved him.

She pulled back and looked up at him.

"I still love you, Derek," she mouthed.

Derek smiled and deeply kissed her again, knowing now, this was much more than a show.

Derek turned Jessi around to where she was facing the two way mirror.

Jessi placed her hands on the glass, while bending her mid section. She was allowing Derek to perform their favorite position. Entry from behind.

Derek entered her. He forgot how wonderful she felt. He carresed her back in loving motion.

Behind the glass, the woman, whom Garcia had identified as Chrystal, was shocked. They were supposed to be afraid, Not expressing their love to each other. This was not what had happened to her.

She looked at Derek's face. It was a look of love and etheral eutopia, like he'd found the one thing that made him happy.

Suddenly, the hurt, the fear, and the anger that James had caused her, came rushing back like a rogue tsunami wave hitting a lone island.

She remembered what James had done. He'd made her think that he loved her. Then he forced her, at knifeppoint, to have sex with him.

The next day, she was the joke of the campus. All because James had to have her.

She looked back at the couple in the same room where James had had his way with her. She noticed that tears were streaming down Jessi's face, but she was smiling. It was as if they were tears of joy. The same type of tears that a new mother shed once that tiny little baby is placed in her arms.

As Derek and Jessi slid down to the floor, exhausted from the passion that still stirred in the both their hearts, they stayed tangled in each other's arms. Jessi saw her ex husband in a whole new light. He was still her protector.

Chrystal walked into the room. She had their clothes in her hand. She flung the clothes at them.

"Get dressed," she signed, "The stage has been moved."

Derek and Jessi did as they were told. They dressed.

Chrystal flung a vest at Derek. "Put this on."

"What is it?"

"Insurance policy."

Derek, who'd had experience with the Bomb Squad knew this vest was fitted with enough plastic explosives to level half a city block.

Jessi walked towards Derek, however, Chrystal had anticipated this. She pointed the shotgun at Jessi.

Derek looked at him and lightly shook his head. He didn't want anything to happen to her. Derek put on the vest.

The two were hearded out of the room and into the dark night. Chrystal made them get into her truck.

Chrystal had put Derek behind the wheel and Jessi by the passenger door. She put herself in between them.

She handed Derek a note. It read, "Drive to the police station."

Derek did as he was instructed. He had a really bad feeling. He was wearing a vest of death and Jessi had a smaller gun, a glock outfitted with a silencer, aimed at Jessi.

When the truck stopped in front of the police station, Chrystal signed to Jessi.

"Get out!"

Jessi stared at Chrystal with a blank stare.

Chrystal reached over and opened the door.

"Out!"

Jessi got out. Before she could turn around, Chrystal shot Jessi in the back three times.

Derek yelled, "JESSI! NOOOOO!"

Chrystal looked at Derek. "Drive to the Civil Rights park."

"Are you screwed up in the head? Do you know what you've just did?"

"I know if I hit this little switch," she held up the little black control to the vest, "There will be others dead. Now drive!"

Derek did as commanded. He thought of Hotch who had Jack and JJ who had little Henry. He didn't want these boys growing up as he did. Without a father.

He just prayed that Jessi was okay...