~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Derek POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I smiled when I walked in the house and found Michelle asleep in Reid's arms. Both of them were knocked out. I chuckled and shut the TV off.

"Night love birds." I made my way back into my bed room. I was just crawling in bed when I heard a soft knock at my door, "Come in."

It was Michelle, "Hey Der."

"Hey baby girl what are you doing up?" She came in and sat on the edge of the bed.

"I just thought I heard you come in and I wanted to see if you got home ok." Something was bothering her. I could tell.

"Sweetheart, what's up?"

"I-I just. I don't know what to do. I mean I love Vegas and I love being here with you and your friends. But everywhere I go he follows me. I just want it to all go a way." I pulled the poor girl to me and held her tight,

"I promise baby girl, nothing is gonna happen to ya." She smiled and started to head for the door,

"Thanks Derek."

"Oh, and by the way," She turned back to face to me, "Ya may want to tell Reid to wash his face." She gave me a confused look, "Ya left a little lip stick on his cheek." She blushed three shades of red before mumbling something. "What was that sweetie?"

"I said you're horrible Derek. Profiling me like that." I laughed and went to sleep. When I woke up the next morning Reid and M were already up and making breakfast. I stood out of sight and watched the scene before me. The two of them in the kitchen helping each other or trying to. More of like Reid fumbling trying to help her with everything she did. I pulled my phone out and took a video of it and sent it to Garcia. Then I decided to save the poor girl from Reid before he spilled pancake batter all over her.

"Morning everybody." He backed off considerably and gave me a weak smile while M just smiled and blushed slightly.

"How'd you sleep Derek?"

"Good, but I must say you two looked very cozy there on the couch when I came home last night." Reid turned four different shades of red and Michelle just laughed,

"Relax Spence, Derek already profiled us last night. Apparently I left a little smudge on your face last night." Spencer reddened even more. "I'm gonna take a shower boys." She sat the pancakes in front of us and pecked Spencer on the lips and kissed me on the cheek before running off. Once she was gone I looked at Spencer,

"We need to talk. Now I'm not gonna grill ya or anything but just know. She is my sister. And I love her like a sister. And if you hurt her, which I know you won't, you'll be running for a long time and boy you don't want me on your tail. But relax; I know you'll be good to her." And with that we got ready to head out for work,

"Hey M, We're leaving!" Hotch had called the night before and said that he needed everybody and that another agent would be over in a few hours to take over. I told Michelle not to leave the house till the agent got here and she agreed to it.

"I'll be out in a minute!" She came running out in a towel and gave me and Spencer both hugs and kisses before we left, "Be safe!"

"We will." And with that we were off. A few hours later I got a phone call,

"Hello?"

"Mr. Morgan?"

"Yes? Who is this?"

"This is detective Anderson with the police, sir we got a call about a woman screaming form your apartment and when we came to check it out, your front door was bashed in and a man in a uniform was laying dead on your floor." My heart froze my legs felt so weak,

"I-is the woman there officer?"

"Well there is a woman here sir, but…"

"But what?"

"Well, she's dead." My legs gave and the others crowded around me.

"Does she have brown hair and brown eyes?"

"Yes sir." A pained expression crossed my face,

"I'm on my way."

"Derek what's wrong?" I looked to Garcia then to Reid. I locked eyes with him,

"Our agent is dead and there's a woman that fits M's description…dead at the scene." Reid turned so pale.

"I've got to go." And with that we all rushed over to my place. I ran to the scene and up to the body. "That's agent Henderson. And this…" I went to the woman's body and turned her over, "Is not Michelle. Reid! It's not M!" He looked relieved,

"Well if this isn't Michelle…," I looked to Rossi

"Then where is she?" Hotch finished. I froze. My baby girl was missing.

"I promise, noting will happen to you."

"Promise?"

"I Promise."