Haunts 11

The three men stepped off the elevator and walked right into Fran, if it wasn't such a solemn occasion they might have laughed at the irony. Morgan and Rossi both chomped at the bit to figure out why she. Wasn't where they left her?

"Mama what are you doing down here? I left you upstairs for a reason you don't need to hear what I am going to say to mark."

"First of all I took the other elevator and I am not here to interfere in any way only as support son. I will be waiting outside his room if you need me."

He took her hand and they walked to marks room. Hotch explained quietly to the two uniforms that were guarding the door why they were there. Access was granted immediately. Mara was sitting by her son besides crying quietly. It was killing her seeing her baby handcuffed to the hospital bed while he slept. She heard the door slide open, thinking it was the doctor she stood right up.

"what are you all doing here haven't you all done enough!"

She raised her voice in anger, she knew in her heart they weren't to blame for all that had gone wrong in her life. But her heart was aching and she lashed out.

"I know what he did was wrong and I know he has ruined whatever life he was to have as well as Ms. Garcia but please just let him BE DAMN IT and agent Morgan shouldn't you be by Ms. Garcia's side right now I know she needs you so please all of you just...just leave"

Rossi started to respond but Morgan spoke up over him. From all the noise in the room mark started to wake up from the anesthesia.

"Where am I?"

Mark groaned just from the sound of his voice, the rage inside of Morgan started to rise up again.

"Look ma'am. I am really only trying to understand why. I have questions for your son and unless you wanna know all of the ugly twisted details of what Carl sick bastard Buford did to me I suggest you step out of this room. With all due respect my own mom isn't allowed to know and still doesn't know and I pray to God she will never know what he did to me the only people who know every sick detail are me, Buford and the love of my life who almost died at the hands of your son so IF YOU DONT MIND CAN I GET 10 MINUTES PLEASE!"

She jumped when he raised his voice. Rossi reached out and grabbed Morgan shoulder to help calm him. Morgan instantly felt bad for yelling. At her none of this was her fault he knew she was a victim of Carl in her own way.

"I didn't mean to be disrespectful ma'am" she accepted his apology as she left the room.

The three men looked at mark and he looked back with fear in his eyes.

"Do you feel the fear you have right now?" Morgan whispered as he leaned down in his face

is that the fear my baby felt when you were on top of her you sick freak you are just like your fucking Father. Morgan whispered close enough to kiss mark on the nose. He tried to speak without the tremble in his voice.

Mark tried to get his words together to respond.

"I just wanted you to hurt like I was hurt" mark mumbled.

Morgan tried his hardest to make sense of the response he got from mark.

"How the fuck were you hurt please tell me?! If anything you are luckiest out of all of this your mother had enough Sense to take you away from Carl before you were even born. You might have grown up without knowing the truth but look at what that truth turned out to be. Look at all the lives that bastard ruined. He molested at least 40 boys over the years and what's to say that number won't change. I know I played a part in those molestations. I have to face that when I look at all these boys who he violated recently, because if I would've said something to my mom instead of hiding it like a coward he would've been behind bars decades ago. And you wouldn't have had the opportunity to..."

He paused in his thought and walked away from the bed to look out of the window his thoughts instantly went back to baby girl upstairs ruined and broken down because of mark.

Do you have anything to say man, anything about the pain you caused? Don't you get it I am a victim here? You think I wanted to feel him on me? Do you think I wanted to feel his hands on my body? Do you wanna know how heavy a grown man feels laying on top a little boy man? All the sick shit that, that, that, thing made me do to him!

He started to shake as he looked out of the window he blinked and let the tears roll freely. Rossi and Hotch watched mark intently for any expression of remorse.

"Say something you ass!

Morgan stated coldly.

Yes I called you an ass you had the perfect life. Sure you had questions but I would much rather have questions at the age 13 than have sex with a man. And I damn sure couldn't tell my mom she was a widow working two jobs raising 3 kids in the hood and I had to be the man of the house. Can you see yourself telling your mama something like that? I bet you can't. so can you see me telling mine? It would have killed her and me. You and your mom had it sweet you were away from the ghetto, gangs, hoods, and CARL."

Mark knew Morgan was right there was nothing else he could do to explain his point.

"You and father have ruined everything good in our lives he took my childhood. You took my love. She didn't deserve this and you know it. Morgan walked back towards him and viciously spat out the words mark never wanted to hear. You are a sick fuck just like your ur fucking father!"

The words cut through mark like a hot double edge sword.

Rossi and Hotch could feel the tension in the room.

Rossi broke the silence.

"Come on Morgan kitten needs you. Don't waste your breath with this ass."

As they turned to leave the room mark started to speak.

"At first I was mad I didn't wear any condoms because I surely didn't want to knock up some fat white girl, but now since I see according to you carl and I are just alike I might as well admit it I'm glad I didn't wear any condoms during our 7 or 9 or 12 times fucking and making love shit I lost count. You know there is a difference between fucking and making love right. Anyway I'm glad I didn't wear one. I hope I got her pregnant I can't wait to see if you are going to help her raise Carl's grandson or granddaughter."

That final statement was all it took in one bound Morgan went from the doorway to the bedside. In a blind rage He wrapped his hands around marks throat and relished in the panic in his eyes as they bulged out from lack of oxygen.

I should fucking kill you right now you pussy. I surrendered my weapons but I surely don't need them to kill you.

Mark was flailing around as much as he could to try and hit the call button that Rossi so conveniently moved out of reach.

"So uh you ready to stop him."

Hotch whispered to Rossi in slight amusement.

"Yea he is going to be close to passing out any second."

Rossi whispered in Morgan ear,

"Come on Derick that is enough don't waste your energy. Garcia needs you he will be punished and you know death will be an easy out."

He instantly released the sheet that was in his hand around his throat. He felt completely drained and all he wanted was her and his family.

Mark coughed to catch his breath and choked out

"You both saw what he did I want to press charges"

The three men stopped at the door and turns around.

"I didn't see anything did you?"

Hotch asked Rossi

"Nope not a thing" Rossi replied.

The only sound in the room after that was the door sliding close.