All I can truly do is apologize for the horrendous wait that you have endured if you are still following this story. We suffered a horrific tragedy a bit after chapter 12 was posted. I could not bring myself to write…until now. I have graduated from university, I am working as a teacher online, and my child is going into 4th grade as a SPED student. So clearly a lot has happened. I am hoping to pick up where we left off but will need to rewatch some episodes to refresh my memory. Oh darn.

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Morgan lost his breath. It felt as though he had been punched in the gut. So that's what was taking so long? Even Hotch was in on the festivities and here he was, locked in a cage, left out and forgotten. Hanging his head, Morgan pressed the heels of his hands to his eyes trying to stop the burning. Why did this hurt so damn bad? Dropping his head and pulling his knees to his chest Derek pressed his back against the wall. Taking a deep breath, he breathed in deeply. Damn he had to get his emotions under control. Like Hotch had said, it wouldn't do any of them any good if he was constantly popping off in a temper tantrum.

"Really Agent Morgan I'm surprised at the theatrics…in a way. You always have had a flare for the dramatic. But this sullen 'Woes with me' act is completely uncharacteristic and also quite unbecoming if I do say so myself." When Derek offered no reply, the unsub continued. "Why don't we figure out just where this fear of abandonment stems from shall we?"

"Are you my fucking shrink now? Derek's sarcasm was met with silence. His mind wandered to what was happening in the Haven. What were they doing exactly? Who was touching Penelope? Was one watching while the other took her, or were they taking her at the same time? As the different images flashed before his eyes as his imagination took over the tightening in his jeans became obvious even to a man that didn't want to feel the desire. A thought suddenly came to him. What if it were Reid and not Garcia on the receiving end of everyone's ministrations. A fierce jealousy ripped through Morgan's body. Baby Girl and Pretty Boy. He never realized just how possessive he felt over those two people.

Derek got to his feet and began to pace the length of the room. Images of Penelope with her head thrown back with Reid's hands on her waist, his cock buried in between her legs, pounding into her from behind. Hotch laying down on his back, Garcia sucking him in long slow strokes, moaning at the dual sensations. The image changed; Penelope was on her back with him buried to the hilt in her luscious body. Reid on all fours with Hotch kneeling behind him, hands on the smaller man's hips, the hardness of the man's erection disappearing and reappearing into Spencer. Derek could see himself reaching over and touching his ass as Hotch continued his rhythm and Penelope continued taking him in.

"Agent Morgan, I see are contemplating what a very unique and incredibly desirable position you and your team are in. Penny for your thoughts. No pun towards Ms. Garcia I assure you was meant."

Derek stopped his pacing and leaned back onto the wall. "Send him in here. I need to see Reid."

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A dual hiss echoed through the Haven as Penelope took Hotch inside her body. Instinctively Hotch's hands slammed onto Garcia's hips, effectively stopping her from moving. It had been far too long since he had last been in this position, and he knew that he wasn't going to last long. "God Garcia don't move. Give me a second."

Garcia stopped, feeling herself stretch differently than she did with Reid. Differently but just as good. She could feel Spencer's lips on her skin as he continued to trail kisses over her skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Hotch's hands tightened as he began rocking her back and forth slowly, testing the waters so to speak, before setting into a rhythm. Garcia felt her hips rocking, sliding against Spencer's hardened member. Leaning her head slightly, Penny captured the genius's' lips in another searing kiss as she rolled her hips over her boss' cock.

The loudspeaker crackled to life startling the trio and making them freeze. Unbelievable as it was, they had forgotten about the unsub temporarily and their positions as his captives. Trying to slow their breathing and calm their racing hearts, they looked at the ceiling reflexively at the small circle where the speaker was enclosed.

"My deepest apologies friends, "the unsub began in an almost kind conversational tone, "but Dr. Reid, Agent Morgan is shall we say "asking" for you. He's getting very restless, so if you wouldn't mind sir, please head down the hall to our interview room." The room was still, the only sound was the soft click of the overhead speaker turning off, the unsub completely confident that his request would be fulfilled.

Sighing, Spencer removed his hands from Garcia and slid off the bed and began redressing. "Spencer, you don't have to go to him. If he's going to be a big baby let him wait." Spencer smiled at his sweet friend, his lover. He knew she wanted him to stay and finish playing with her and Hotch, who was still under her, hands on her hips. The man stared at him, taking in his body as he covered it inch by inch. Once he was dressed Spencer leaned over and kissed Penelope. "Better to get it over with. I'm pretty sure the unsub told him about what has been going on in here, so you know he's going to have plenty to say." Garcia leaned back into the doctor giving him another soul searing kiss. Feeling jostled, the pair pulled apart. Hotch stared at Reid for a moment before taking the younger man's chin in his hand and placing his own kiss on him. Penny moaned as she watched her two friends deepen their kiss.

Reluctantly Spencer pulled away. "Damn it. I better go deal with Morgan before I do crawl back in this bed." Turning around, Spencer made toward the door.

"WE don't mind Sugar. You know you're more than welcome here." Penny called after him,

"Very welcomed" was echoed as Reid left to the sounds of skin hit skin.

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Morgan straightened up as he heard the doorknob to the room move. Slowly the door opened, and Spencer walked in looking disheveled and gorgeous. The fact that he knew exactly how he got that way made him even sexier. Overwhelmed Morgan pushed away from the wall and began walking toward Reid.

"Look Morgan I know you're not happy with it but…" Whatever Spencer was going to say was cut off when Morgan slammed his lips against his Pretty Boy's mouth.

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Back at the Quantico JJ and Emily gather in the conference room and go over victimology and discuss the different reasons that the agents could have been abducted.

"It's unnerving seeing our friends on the crime board." JJ stated looking a Garcia first and then each of their friends in turn.

"It is. That's why we have to figure this out so that we can get them off of there as soon as possible."

"I know. And I know that I have to keep believing that they're okay and alive and all that, but Emily I am so scared their gone." JJ's voice caught at the end, her eyes watering involuntarily.

Patting her friend on the shoulder Emily looked out the window to the bullpen below seeing the empty desks of Morgan and Reid.