Chapter 27
I don't own Criminal Minds. This chapter is quite sad. I am sorry in advance!
Morgan pointed his gun with his torch at each side of the basement. He didn't see much because the air was quite thick and smoggy. The air was like a brown smoke. He didn't see much at all. He thought he would risk it. He would risk going in on his own even though he couldn't see hardly anything and it was dark. He ran down the stairs and shouted up "I can't see anything so I will investigate. I don't want too many people down here so I will call up if I need you lot. Ok," The police officers nearest to the basement door nodded and walked to the sides of the door. He had no back up and only a gun to protect himself. He had just walked into the trap; he so deeply didn't want to walk into. He was so unlucky but it was his fault and his fault entirely. The brightness killer would love this kill the best!
Morgan went down the creaky, wooden stairs. He trod carefully so that he didn't fall down the stairs and hurt himself somehow. The door suddenly shut behind him. He had such a bad feeling about going down here now. He knew this house was a trap but Rossi had talked his gut down. He hated Rossi right now! He knew it was odd how strong his gut feeling was but Rossi just talked it down. Then a light started to flicker in the corner of his eye. He turned around on the stair and saw JJ and Henry tied to two wooden chairs. JJ looked beaten up and like she had a couple of broken bones. Henry looked better looked after than JJ. He looked well fed but upset and worried. He didn't look as bad as how any of the others had been found. Maybe one of the unsubs actually loved and cared for Henry. He was thankful for that at least.
"So Derek. Did you miss me?" An evil voice said behind him.
"Did you think I would seriously not catch up with you? I was so close about a day or so ago but my girl had been too busy with your college, your friend Dr Spencer Reid. My god Morgan I will have some fun with you! I spiked your drinks at the bar and made you easy targets. I am sure I have nothing else to lose! Do you know who I am?" The evil voice continued. Morgan started to wonder who this person was and why did he want him so much?
"You still don't know who I am? Do you?" The eerie evil voice came out of the shadows. A white man in his late 40's came out. He was wearing a suit and had thining hair. He looked strangely familiar to Morgan as if he had seen him before. "You still don't know who I am?" The man shouted. Morgan shook his head but it began to scare him how the man was stomping around and was very in his face.
"I will tell you who I am." The man fumed. The man had turned bright red and had steam coming out his ears. He was now in Morgan's face. Morgan didn't like this, not one bit. "Calm down. I don't want to get nasty." Morgan said. A woman with long brown, curly hair with perfect blue eyes and curvatious body came out of the shadows. She was wearing a red dress with white stripes and said "You won't have to get nasty," She pulled out a black pistol and aimed it at Morgan. Then it happened…
The shot was fired.