CHAPTER 8

"Morgan! What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Hotch's voiced bellowed, throughout the living room. He had watched his agent; with a distant look in his eyes walk over to where JJ had dropped her gun.

"It's what he wants…" Morgan said placing the gun to his head.

"And when are we in the business of giving unsubs what they want?" Hotch said, a little calmer, trying to talk the agent down.

"He's ruined her…"

"That's not true, yes she will probably need extensive counseling but that woman is still the woman you love." Hotch said, walking closer to Morgan. Hotch could see the pain in his young agents eyes as tears spilled over.

"Even if she makes it out alive, she'll blame me. She'll never even look at me again." Morgan was breaking in front of his team, "We had a huge fight before she was taken. I was so stupid, all she has ever done is try to help me and I go and fuck it up every fucking time. This is the last straw; she'll never forgive me. It's better if I just end it."

"Now son," Rossi's voice floated through the room, "You and I both know, Garcia loves you no matter what. She's not going to blame you in anyway. She's going to blame Mark Buford."

"There would be no Mark Buford, if it wasn't for me." Morgan pushed the gun further into his temple.

JJ was sitting back very quietly watching, -someone she considered her brother- absolutely lose it. He reminded her of Henry when he was going on no sleep. She decided she needed to change the tactic. She as the only mother in the room and Fran was still a couple of hours out. She walked around Rossi and Hotch to stand directly in front of Morgan.

Morgan seeing her movement took a step back.

JJ spoke very slowly and quietly, "I saw the ring you picked out for her. It's absolutely stunning. You did an amazing job, Derek. You know that ring screams Penelope Garcia."

Morgan kept his eyes locked with JJ, "I know what she likes."

"You know her better than anyone in the world, sweetie." She took a small step closer to him, "You know her inside and out."

"She is the love of my life." His hands were starting to shake.

"Then you know if anything were to ever happen to you. She wouldn't survive." JJ stated.

"She's not going to want me anymore. She's going to hate me."

"Penelope Garcia- or should I say Penelope Morgan, would never hate you. You're her rock, and if you're gone when we save her, you won't just be ending your life, you'll be ending hers as well."

Hearing those words he dropped to his knees and openly sobbed. JJ seeing it lunged for him catching his slumped body in her arms, she started to coo encouraging words in his ear as Hotch ran over kicking away the gun.

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"Oh God, Harder baby, Please" Penelope pleaded.

"Anything for you baby girl," the man snarled, as he flipped them over to be on top of her.
He bent his head to bite down onto her nipple.

"Ouch Derek, that hurts." Penelope said, trying to push his head away.

Mark backhanded her across the face, "What did I tell you about fighting bitch?"

"Ouch, Derek, Stop!"

Mark slapped her again and used his arms to force her further onto the bed. He continued his rough movements until he felt his body tighten. He thrust a few more time, before he emptied himself inside of her.

Once Mark collapsed on her side she quickly brought her knees up to her chin crying out in pain.

"Now baby girl, what did I say about crying and fighting?"

"How could you Derek, I thought you loved me?" She cried into the side of the mattress.

"Why would I ever love a fat cow like you? You're only a good fucking lay. You're so in love with me, you'd let me do whatever the fuck I want to you. You're pathetic."

Even in her drug-induced state, hearing her worst fears come out of his mouth killed her. It was her biggest fear in her relationship with her hot stuff. She always thought one day he would tell her how it really is and she'd be left high a dry.

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"Oh Fuck," Reid said, which surprised Rossi, the young genius never cursed.

"What's wrong, Reid?" Rossi asked.
"What he just said to her… Fuck!" He yelled a little louder.

"What did he say?"

"She thinks its Morgan, and he just told her he never loved her and she was a fat cow and only a good lay." Reid's eyes panicked. He knew Garcia somewhere deep inside always thought that of herself.

"Shit," Rossi said walking over to look at the video feed. He could now see Garcia curled up in a ball hysterically crying.

This was getting worse and worse by the moment. Right now JJ and Hotch were trying to console their best agent, and now god knows where Garcia is living out her worst nightmare- Morgan never really loving her- God, Rossi wanted to catch this bastard so bad. He wanted to be the one to put the bullet in his head. He hoped Fran got there soon.

There was a knock on the door so Rossi hoping it was Fran ran over to it swing it open.

To his surprise it wasn't Fran, rather a woman he had never seen before.

"I believe you are looking for my son…"