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"Victims at the docks were a Richard Slater and Bryce Richards," Emily said, showing records and mug shots to Hotch and the rest of the team. "Slater is a multiple offender due to heroin. Richards…" She gulped past a tight lump in her throat. "…did fifteen years for gang-rape." Her voice had grown extremely quiet.
The whole round table room had gone silent and the whole team retreated inwards for a moment. None of them could even begin to contemplate such an act happening to Penelope. Hotch was the first to speak. "Okay," he said. "We need to check their phone records. There may be information on them. Morgan likely took them with him. Reid, get a tech to trace all their records. We need to hurry if we want to get Garcia out."
And if we want to stop Morgan from killing them all, he added silently to himself.
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"Here's the room," Rossi said. He and Reid had gone to a hole-in-the-wall hotel where the manager had quickly identified Derek's picture and where the phone's GPS had led them to.
Reid shook his head in confusion. "This isn't like Morgan at all," he said as Rossi unlocked the door. "He's rational, not impulsive. He never ran off on his own, even when we were looking for Billy Flynn in LA. I thought I'd never see him more angry than that case. I guess I was wrong." They went through the doorway into the simply furnished room.
"They took the woman he loves," Rossi said, moving through the room to the desk. "This time it's extremely personal. I doubt we'll ever see this behavior again…unless some other fool tries to take Garcia." He glanced into the trash can by the desk and leaned down to reach into the not yet emptied trash bin; the house-keeping hadn't yet gotten to the room.
"Find it?" Reid asked.
Rossi nodded. "Here it is." He produced the phone from the waste basket. He handed it over to Reid. "Have a look at it, Boy Wonder," he said. "See if you can find any clues in it. I'll call Hotch and let him know we found it."
"Okay," Reid said, scrolling into the text messages and reading them at his incredibly fast rate.
The phone started to ring in Rossi's ear and Hotch answered in his usual clipped tone. "Hotchner."
"Hotch, we've got the phone," Rossi explained. "Reid's going through it as we speak."
"Anything?" Hotch asked anxiously.
Rossi looked to Reid and raised an eyebrow at him. Nodding, Reid said, "Yeah. The docks in Boston. They've taken her to the Boston docks. We should try and track this number that appears to belong to Harold."
"Boston docks," Rossi barked into the receiver.
"As soon as you get back, we're wheels up," Hotch ordered.
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Hotch's phone rang as they were on the jet, heading to Boston to find Penelope and Derek. He answered it swiftly and groaned inwardly when the voice spoke through the other end of the line. "Aaron," Strauss began, "you're on your way to Boston I hear."
"That's right, ma'am," he answered. "We found a phone belonging to one of the dock victims, Richard Slater and –"
"Did Agent Morgan kill someone?" she asked coldly.
Hotch rolled his eyes. "No," he responded snippily. "The bodies we found had been dead for days. The ME said probably for several days. Our guess is when our TA was taken."
Strauss sighed over the phone. "Aaron, make sure you bring them back in one piece," she said. "Despite what you and your team believe, I don't want Agent Morgan to be fired and sent to jail. He's a valuable asset to your team."
Somehow Hotch didn't believe her, but he decided to respond anyway. "Okay ma'am."
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Derek arrived in Boston early in the morning after driving all through the night. He'd stopped once to get gas and coffee to stay awake while he drove. He knew as soon as he arrived in Boston he wouldn't need to have caffeine; he would be able to run on the desire to save Penelope. His mind was racing at a million miles an hour and he was feeling an impending sense of doom. What if she was dead when he found them? What if Harold had gone through with his threat to let his henchmen rape her?
The thoughts raging in his head were excruciating. It was physically hurting him and making each beat of his heart shake his body.
He parked his car in a side lot behind a restaurant building. It was only a short walk away from the docks and he was going to get their as fast as he could. His first stop was going to be where the seafood shipping company would be.
As he walked into the giant metal shipping crates, he pulled his gun from his side and made sure to have it on guard. He was going to be prepared for anything. Making his way silently through the crates, he hurried to find the exact company logo he'd seen in the pictures he'd been sent.
Suddenly a vibrating came from his pocket, signaling a text. His blood went cold in his veins and he pulled the phone out to check it. It was another photo, this time of Penelope lying on the floor, unconscious and a small trail of blood down the wall. Underneath it was a caption:
Better hurry, Agent…Baby Girl's got little time left…
Dropping the phone on the ground and stomping on it so it broke, he said silently to himself, Hang on, Baby Girl. I'm almost there.
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Penelope's eyes fluttered open and there was a vicious pounding in her head that just wouldn't quit. She groaned and heard an evil laugh. She looked up through her blurry vision and found Harold smirking at her. "You just don't know when to quit, do you?" he snickered. "You're not dead are you?"
"Fuck off," she hissed. For her snap she received another kick to the jaw and more blood filled her mouth. Tears filled her eyes as the pain exploded through her. Harold just laughed.
"You're about to be in a whole world of hurt now," he hissed. "I'll be letting my boys have at you now." She gulped. He was right; her life was about to end. He started to unbuckle his belt and he said maliciously, "And it's all going to start with me."
Penelope started to try and wiggle away from his menacing form. "Stay the hell away from me," she croaked through her bloody mouth.
"Not. Likely."
As he grabbed her neck and pulled her towards him, she struggled until both of them heard gunshots right outside the door to her prison. Harold shot up and pulled his gun from the back of his pants. "What now?" he growled. There was another gunshot and the door was pulled open, revealing Penelope had been locked in some form of a shipping box. Harold laughed and grabbed her by the hair, pushing her to her knees and held the gun to her temple. "Hello there," he said.
"Let her the fuck go!" Derek roared and advanced into the crate.
Just a quick FYI: I don't know what those giant shipping boxes that they use huge cranes to lift are actually called. I'm going for the crates like the ones that family hid in on episode 1-21. Just wanted to let you all know!