My name is Abigail Marie Morgan, but call me Abbi. I work at the FBI, Behavioral Analysis Unit, or the BAU for short. I work alongside some of the smartest and greatest people in the FBI. I got into a lot of trouble as a kid and even into adulthood...
"Tommy, let her go!" Hotch orders as we walk into the room, guns aimed at Tommy. He wraps an arm around Tina's neck, holding her close to him as he looks at all of us with frantic eyes.
"Let her go, son!" Chief demands.
"Let her go,"
"No," Tommy argues before kicking over a pail of gasoline. My eyes drop down to the liquid as it spreads across the floor before looking back at Tommy. He drags his thumb roughly over a match, lighting it and holding it over the gasoline. "I'll burn the whole town down,"
"No, you won't. Not if you love her," Hotch states, using his love for his sister as a way to get him to surrender. "Look at her, Tommy. Look at her,"
He removes his arm from around her neck but keeps a hold on her bicep, staring at he distressed and tear-stained face. "If you really love her, then let her go," Hotch reasons.
"Please, Tommy. Please," Tina begs.
"You don't wanna hurt her, son," Rossi states. Tommy looks all around the room but it's as though he's looking at something that isn't even there. His breath comes out in shaky pants as he continues to look around frantically.
"I love you," He tells Tina who nods.
"I know," The flame on the match goes out and he drops it, eliminating the risk. He steps back and Derek is quick to grab him, cuffing his hands behind his back. Emily quickly grabs a sobbing Tina who can't help but stare at her brother. Hotch lifts back up the pail of gasoline so it'll stop spilling out onto the floor.
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3rd POV
The jet is quiet as everyone does their own thing, the only sounds being the ever-so quiet snores of one Abigail Morgan. Her head rests on a pillow that's pressed against the armrest. Her legs made their way to resting on Hotch's lap, which he doesn't seem to mind. Her arms dangle off the side of the chair as her lips are parted slightly, causing her to snore. Nobody really minds her snoring, most times not even realizing she's snoring until they take the moment to listen.
As soon as she sat down on the plane seat, she was out like a light. Her hair lays messily on the pillow, some of it in her face, sticking to her lips but she's too tired to care. Her peaceful sleep is interrupted however as Danny Jenkins decides to visit her dreams, again. She moves a small bit, earning the attention of Hotch. Her face scrunches up in fear and discomfort, her breathing becoming faster until it all stops. Her breathing regulates and her face and muscles relax. Her nightmare ceasing may be out of sheer willpower from Abbi herself or maybe, just maybe, it had to do with the soft and comforting feeling of Hotch gently rubbing her leg.
Her hand comes up to her face to rub her hair out of it, her nightmare bringing her out of her deep state of sleep. She keeps her eyes closed, waiting to fall back into her slumber, suppressing a smile at the feeling of Hotch rubbing her leg comfortingly.
