SORRY for not updating early, I am lost in World Cup and Ramadan fasting. But, I will try to be quick in future.
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Chapter 3: Into the World
"Now that was intense" The professor spoke to himself as he placed the bloody glove in the garbage bin. He turned back to see the clone lost in the induced-sleep. It took him over three hours to get the chips where he wanted them to be. Now, his work was finally done. His product, his perfect creation was ready to get introduced to the world.
He has waited days, many months to get this man breathing before him. It pleased him to so many levels. He was going to soon have all of the BAU under his control, their lives would be his. The smirk on his face almost tired his jaws but he cared not.
He slept that night or tried sleeping but the plans for tomorrow kept invading his mind. He was going to Hotch's house tomorrow. According to their schedule, the team was going to be returning from their case in Kentucky. He turned restlessly in his bed, imagining how tomorrow would go. He couldn't wait for the sun to rise already. He had waited long enough and now his patience was running out. He wanted his clone who he had taught everything to finally meet with his team. He belonged there. The professor could close his eyes and picture how he scraped Hotch's arm in that cafe. And, then how Garcia dropped her bag in front of him. She talked with him. He was happy to know his lonely days were to end tonight.
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Hotch entered his house and slipping his shoes off right away. The flight back had tired him out but he had to pick Jack from Aunt's house first. He let his body fall on the couch. He needed to relax a bit before heading out again. He kept the lights turned off as it provided a sense of calm.
A squeak.
Hotch quickly opened his eyes and sat up. He was sure he heard a sound coming from his kitchen. His paranoia was probably due to insomnia. He relaxed leaning back again.
"Aaron Hotchner" a voice came, right where his TV was. Hotch frantically rose up. He could see a dark figure standing few meters away from him with a gun pointing towards him. He assured himself feeling for the gun hidden under his sock. But, he sure didn't expect a company right now.
"Who's there?" he asked stepping forward bravely.
"I wouldn't move in front of a gun like that" The man spoke. Hotch's feet stilled on the soft carpet.
"What are you doing in my house?" Hotch asked.
"It's mine now" the voice babbled on nonsense. Hotch knew he had to draw his gun rapidly before the man could react.
"Who are you?" Hotch asked again now slowly moving back, planning to switch the lights on.
"Don't move" the man barked but in a blink of an eye Hotch jumped back, behind his couch to get his gun out. The man fired few shots, smashing the glass decorations in the way. Hotch ducked away, scared at the sudden advancement.
"I know you are hiding there" The man said as he started to step towards the couch. Hotch felt for his phone in his pocket. He had to call police before things got out of hand. Another shot in the thin air and he actually jumped with shock.
"Come out come out where ever you are. It's time to say goodbye" the man spoke. Hotch's heart raced on as he calculated for a way to face the opponent without getting shot. He directed his gun to the direction of approaching voice. He couldn't just hide here anymore.
"Listen, we can talk. Let's put our weapons down first" Hotch's offered.
"Not interested in talking" the man answered, his voice full of amusement.
"Listen, wha-"
The clone shot the hiding target before it could utter another word. He sneaked on him from the kitchen. The professor lowered his gun and smiled back. What coward was this boss. He never expected him to actually hide like a mouse. He stepped in front of him. The boss was lying on the floor, unconscious. He kneeled down to see where the bullet hit him.
"Not bad" He commented. The clone too placed his gun back and turned on the lights. The place was neat and tidy as fresh laundry. He finally was home, the place he only saw in pictures. The professor stood up to view the happiness on his face.
"Welcome home" he said.
The clone walked over and quickly grasped the cell phone from Hotch's limp hand. He then searched for his wallet, his credentials, car keys and finally the gun. They were all now his. He quickly examined everything.
"Your task starts today, good luck" The professor said.
In matter of minutes, both worked together to get the wounded body in the trunk of the car. The professor had a long drive ahead of him. With final goodbyes, he drove off, leaving his clone behind where he belonged. The evening was turning into night, a happy night.
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Derek Morgan danced lightly in his kitchen, swinging to the tunes from the local radio as he cooked himself breakfast. He was having Emily, Reid over for the game in the afternoon and he needed to get his house in shape before that. He sat down on his table that a smile appeared on his face. He couldn't stop thinking about what the trio discussed yesterday night on the conference call.
"Emily should marry me" Reid spoke on the phone in his hazy sleepy voice.
"And I should marry you" Morgan replied.
"HAHAHAHA" Emily's laugh echoed in their ears.
"Boys...how about we don't get to marriage and all for now" she suggested.
Morgan sipped his hot tea thinking how much fun his life has become with the addition of the two agents in his personal life. All three just never got tired of each other. There should be a way to be in marriage of three. A small laugh escaped his mouth upon pondering such an idea. It's not like he could choose between the two anyways.
The door bell rang bringing an odd look to his face. He never had any guest so early in the morning. Another bell and he opened the door to his boss. He looked paler, much more fresh than yesterday. In fact he looked quite different, much better in all senses.
"Hotch?" He heard his voice say.
"I know you were not expecting me but-can I come inside first?" Hotch spoke. Morgan smiled and allowed his boss in and have him sit on the couch full of clothes from laundry.
"Everything alright?" Morgan asked pouring another cup of hot tea. He never had his boss visit him like this before. In fact, Hotch only visited on special invitations.
"Yah...I was bored at home" Hotch said the words that Morgan couldn't imagine coming out of his boss. He actually turned around to see his face.
"Hotch and bored?" He asked.
The clone had to be here but the stupid excuse totally bombed back. He had to sound like Hotch, provide better reasons. He didn't wanted to ruin this on his first confrontation.
"Got ya!" He quickly said with light laugh "I am here because I needed to have a talk with you"
"About?" Morgan went on with his tea making.
"Emily Reid and you" he said.
"What about us?" Morgan sat back presenting him the tea.
"You guys are getting too close" He said sipping his tea like how the professor taught him, of watching the videos for hours where the boss was shown drinking in his natural style.
"So?" Morgan raised his brows.
"That's not good for the team" he said.
"What? You're telling me good bonds are bad for the team?" Morgan asked. The fake boss sat back not liking how his agent was raising his voice. This surely was not how people talk to their boss.
"Yes, you know the rules about romantic relationships in the team" Hotch said.
"But you never had a problem with that before so now what happened all of a sudden" Morgan asked.
Hotch decided to stand up. Morgan was confused as ever hearing such things from Hotch.
"I have a problem now so you better keep your distance while we're on the field" He went on.
"Hotch-man, you know we never let this effect our work" Morgan insisted failing to understand his boss's logic.
"Rules are rules. If I see any of you infringing the rules, I will have to take action accordingly" He told him and walked himself out of the house that was suffocating him. This agent turned out to be even a bigger brat in real life. Emily, was going to be only be with Professor and none other than him. The clone started his car and drove off. His task one was done so he quickly dialed his master to report his success.
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The professor couldn't believe how good of a surgeon he had become. He took the bullet out from the wounded boss and stitched his injured back. He put him on heavy meds to induce sleep. He wanted him to rest and get better. He strapped the body to the bed just in case he woke up before time. He then locked the room and almost ran to his screens watching his dream unfold in front of him. The inbuilt cameras in the clone's body provided multiple views. Of course he recorded them all. He played the conversation between the clone and Morgan.
He loved finally adding the first latch to that perfect trio. He sat back replaying the scene, enjoying what he imagined in his sleep countless times. This was real. His eyes teared up.
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Morgan didn't mention the order to Emily or Reid. He wanted to ignore what Hotch did yesterday.
"It's a new day so probably everything gonna be fine" he murmured to himself as he settled to his desk in Quantico.
"Why? Something bad happened?" Reid answered as he placed his bad on the desk across Morgan.
"We lost the game" He answered.
"You're still not over it" Reid smiled. Morgan forgot to reply as he saw Hotch enter the unit. He was late, for the first time ever. He raised his brow.
"Hotch's not feeling okay" he said after a while, watching how his boss madly walked over to his team.
"Really?" Reid asked now also staring Hotch walking in. Morgan nodded keeping his glare frozen on the figure moving away to his office. Reid quickly took out the printed case reports from his bag and followed Hotch.
"Hotch..." He called but his boss continued to walk away.
"Sir? I have the reports" he said feeling ignored a little. Hotch turned back suddenly and snatched the papers from his hands.
"Everything okay?" Reid asked his friend.
The clone stared up at that face, all the tasks related to this agent swirling in his mind. He needed to show who the boss was here. He was mad, at how much he had to do in such a small time. Last night was torture trying to be all fatherly with that little child. He surely didn't know why but anger was pumping inside him like he had no control over his actions.
"Mind your own business" He answered trying not to be too harsh. Reid's face puzzled.
"But-" he spoke and Hotch turned suddenly grabbing Reid's arm painfully.
"Mind...your...business" he repeated squeezing the limb in his strong hand. All watched around him, the action unfolding in front of them.
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